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Stop in the name of the law!

You're in some trouble, Freddie,
and I'm willing to help you.

But you've gotta
get yourself in focus.

This is the pendant,
honey, okay?

Stop looking at my chest.

This guy is the killer. And
you can quote me on that one.

Don't shoot at him, you turkeys!

We have a killer who looks like
Kato and dresses like Bozo the Clown.

Well, I think we should follow
this lead and catch our killer, Jim.

Oh, nothing to it, eh, Lance?

Well, it won't be easy.
These things never are.

What now, Lance?

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jim, Frank. I put a
new outlet in the kitchen.

I lay in the cable and the box.

Then I pulled the
breaker, just like you said,

and both of my TV sets start
burning. What do I do now?

With the convention, sir?

Huh?

Valet parking.

Huh?

Would you like me
to park your car, sir?

This is my first
convention. Where do I go?

Ballroom, second floor. Okay.

Valet?

No, why don't you just park my
car? I'll use the bathroom upstairs.

First nomination, I hear.

Yeah, this is the first time.

Carmine was nominated
for the Goodhue in '56.

He didn't win, but
he should have.

Well, I think the nomination
is actually the award.

Don't you believe it, Rockford.
Nobody cares for a loser.

What was it you did
that got you nominated?

Well, it was really
kind of technical.

In its own way,
it was fascinating.

You know, it set precedent in
the field of accident insurance.

Probably ended up in a
hell of a shooting, huh?

Well, no, no, no,
actually, what I did was

I timed the affidavits that were
issued during the investigative phase...

Carmine was in
a shootout in '56.

He was wounded, but he
saved the bank hostages.

He should have won the Goodhue
that year. Everybody said so.

Carmine, honey,
show him your scar.

I got a slug in the right
arm. Here, I'll show you.

See, the thing that intrigued me about
the case was there were six statements

and all of them corresponded to the
investigating officers' original report.

Sounds like a good deal.
Here you go. Take a look at this.

Nice.

This case that you were
nominated for. What's it about?

You... You researched something?

Yeah, yeah. It was
really kind of fascinating.

Come on, May. Don't let
the poor guy go over it again.

Let's get some more booze.

Yeah, well, see you.

Hello, Carmine. Hi, Lance.

Boy.

There goes a swell guy.

You know, Carmine should've
won the Goodhue in '56.

But that's life.

Well, fellow
nominee, how's tricks?

Well, I'm not having too
much luck with this drink.

This is your first
nomination, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah. First time ever.

But I think the nomination
is really the award.

And you deserve it. I
think you should win.

Well, I don't think so.

As a matter of fact, I
think you will, Lance.

The case I had
was a bit of a snore.

Just a bunch of silly timings
of a bunch of silly affidavits.

Come on, Jim. What
are you talking about?

You think that because you weren't
nominated for some cornball shootout

that you're not gonna win?

What you did set legal precedent in
accident cases that'll stand for years.

Timing those affidavits. Finding the
two minute and 35 second omission...

Fifty-seven.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Not that it matters,

but it was two minutes and
57 seconds that was missing.

I think it's fascinating, Jim. And just
between you and me, I voted for you,

because I think it's that kind of
nose-to-the-books investigation

that should be recognized
in our industry more.

I wish you hadn't of
voted for me, Lance.

Oh? Why?

Well, I didn't vote for you.

I voted for myself.

Really?

Oh, well. In my whole life,
I never voted for myself.

I always do.

Well, I guess I shouldn't
have sent the letter, either.

Letter?

Well, the one asking the membership
to vote for you on the grounds that

accident investigation law is an
important and growing part of our industry.

Lance, I mean, really,
there was nothing to it.

I mean, it's just a
bunch of silly timings.

You know, I wrote
my doctoral thesis

in evidentiary procedure on the
pre-trial phase of accident investigation.

It's a fascinating field, Jim. And
you're on the leading edge of it.

Doctoral? You have a doctorate?

It's nothing, really.

I took some night school
courses, did it in my spare time.

See, I always say that spare time is
a resource. We should use it wisely.

What do you do in
your free time, Jim?

Fish. Sometimes I
go to the ball game.

Hey, fellas. Uncle Vern
wants to get things started.

Good luck, Lance. I voted for
you, despite the letter that you sent.

Thank you, Larry.

I think Rockford's case is a real
drowsy number. I just can't get behind it.

Yeah, well, I... I think the
nomination is really the award.

Crap-ola.

Cute kid.

Vern's business has really picked
up since he brought his nephew in.

Larry's a very aggressive guy.

He's brought in a lot of new
electronic surveillance equipment.

Don't you think we
ought to get seated?

You know, they really should
have put us at a table near the front.

You're going to
have a long walk.

Testing, one, two, three.
One, two, three. Is this working?

Sure, it's working!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and
welcome to the 27th annual awards dinner

of the United Association
of Licensed Investigators.

May I start by welcoming
all our out-of-state guests

and by saying how glad
we are to have you with us.

And, well, without
any further ado,

I'd like to introduce the
president of our association,

and my uncle, and just
one all-around great guy,

Vern "The Hawk" St. Cloud.
Come on up, Uncle Vern.

A funny thing happened on
the way to the convention tonight.

I stopped to get a bite
to eat in a restaurant,

and I ordered the
chicken a la Maserati.

Well, it turned out to be a hen that
was run over by an Italian sports car.

Vern's as funny as ever.

He's trying, Jim.
Give him a chance.

But seriously, folks. The saddest thing
in the world is a one-fingered pickpocket.

All he can steal is Life Savers.

Okay. Now that we've
had a good laugh,

I'd like to move right along
to the business at hand,

the presenting of the Goodhue.

Well, the Goodhue is awarded annually
by the membership to the private detective

who has done the most
for his profession this year.

Now, without further ado, I'd like
to get right on with the nominees.

The nominees are

James Scott Rockford of Rockford
Investigations for evidentiary research

in the precedent-setting Rittenhouse
Insurance Group versus Federated Van Lines.

Rockford spent hours timing
affidavits and finally discovered

a missing two minutes
and 35 seconds in a tape.

Fifty-seven.

It resulted in the case
being won or something.

Nice, Jim.

The next nominee, which is Lance
White of Lance White Investigations.

Lance saved three 10-year-old
girls from certain death,

risked his life in the midst of
gunfire and brought all three to safety.

He received this city's meritorious
achievement award, the mayor's plaque,

and the chief of police
intends to honor him for bravery

at the June policeman's banquet

with the medal of valor award.

Now, let's hear it for Lance.

One incredible act of heroism!

And the third nominee
is Mike Sheffield.

He was wounded attempting to keep
surveillance on a top underworld figure.

And he pulled himself out of his car
and continued the surveillance on foot,

eventually observing
a heroin transaction.

Now, that's hanging in there!

Unfortunately, Sheff's still in the
hospital recovering from that one.

But we'll keep his
Goodhue for him.

Okay. Now the envelope, please.

And the winner is...

Well, apparently the
winner is James S. Rockford.

Don't make it too windy, Rockford. It's
a long agenda. Just say, "Thank you."

Thank you.

Thank you? What kind of
acceptance speech is that, kid?

Now, while we're getting ready to
dig into those terrific roast beef dinners,

I'd like to move right along and
present the speaker of the evening,

Senator Harmon D. Zinota.

Come on.

Wait a minute now. I know he's
not very popular with this group.

We all know that he's been trying
to get invasion of privacy measures

passed in this state that some
of you feel will hurt our industry.

It's gonna put us all out of business,
that's what it's gonna do, Vern.

What do we have
to listen to him for?

We felt we should hear from
Senator Zinota personally.

Learn firsthand what he intends.

It's a very important issue.

It affects our very livelihoods.

Now I'd like to present to
you Senator Harmon D. Zinota.

Senator Zinota?

Senator Harmon D. Zinota.

Senator Zinota?

Senator Zinota?

Hello there. Is this thing
working? Senator Zinota?

What's going on in here?

What'd you do to him?

Hey, no. I mean, I...

Now wait a sec.

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

He killed the senator!
He killed the senator!

- Hold it, you!
- Hey, buddy, wait up!

Freddie! Beamer!

Stop! Hold it, fella!

Somebody call the police.
Anybody see who did this?

It was that mechanic guy, the one who's
always putting stories in Detective Digest.

What's his name? Bummer?

Beamer!

Hold it right there!

Don't shoot at him, you turkeys!

Wrong way! Stop! Stop!

Hey, watch it!

Oh, no, I'm out of gas.

Oh, no.

What's wrong, Freddie,
huh? Why'd you run?

Huh?

Why'd you run? Huh?

Why did you run? Huh?

Why did you run, Freddie?

Because people
were chasing me, Jim.

Okay, come on, you're
gonna turn yourself in.

I don't wanna. You're gonna.

I don't wanna! I don't wanna!
You're gonna! You're gonna!

Come on.

You didn't kill
him, right, Freddie?

Who? Kill who?

Senator Zinota.

Is he dead, too? Then who
was that guy in the can, Jim?

Senator Zinota. That was
the guy in the bathroom.

The guy in the bathroom was...

Oh, no!

Freddie! Freddie!

Freddie? Freddie? Hey, Freddie.

Huh? Oh, no.

Are you there, Freddie?
Hey, hey, hey, come on.

No. Oh, no.

All right, come
on, Freddie. Fred!

Freddie, there must have
been 200 guys in that room,

any one of which could have
had a motive to kill that senator.

You just happened to be the one
who stumbled in after he got killed.

I always dreamt of
winning a Goodhue.

I always dreamed it. I guess my career's
over now. My Goodhue will never come.

Freddie, this thing isn't
going to be too hard to beat.

If you hadn't run, you'd
probably be home free.

A Goodhue. I am
holding a Goodhue.

Freddie. Hey,
Freddie. Hello, Freddie!

You know, Jim, this proves that you
are the best private eye in the world.

Now, if I have to turn myself in, I
wanna know you're gonna help me.

Hey, Freddie, this
thing isn't too much.

As far as my being a good
private eye, there must be,

oh, a hundred, a thousand guys that
you could hire who could do the same...

Jim, I want you to promise
me you're gonna help me.

Freddie, Freddie, if I had the time, I'd
be in there swinging with both hands.

But my problem
is right now is...

A Goodhue. I am
holding a Goodhue.

Freddie! Will you quit it
with the Goodhue, huh?

It's just a dumb
award. It's nothing!

Jim, that's your Goodhue!

Freddie! It's a dumb statue!

Now, forget it, will
you? It's nothing!

You're in some trouble, Freddie,
and I'm willing to help you.

But you've gotta
get yourself in focus.

They are gonna hang
me, aren't they, Jim?

They're not gonna
hang you, Freddie.

They're gonna give you a lie
detector test, that clears you.

Bing, bang, boom, you're out the front
door and you are home sleeping tonight.

A test? Jim, I am
no good at tests.

Even in elementary school
when they were easy.

Sometimes I don't even
understand the questions.

Freddie, it is not a hard test.

They're going to ask you some
questions and you tell them the truth.

Oh. I can do that.

Well, which is it? Freddie
Beamer or Arnold Beamer?

Well, it's Freddie now,
but I was born Arnold.

I changed it because I
found out I didn't like Arnie

as much as I thought
I was gonna like it

when I found out
that was my name.

I need a yes or no
answer, Lieutenant.

Phrase the question so
he gives us a yes or a no.

Is your name Fred Beamer?

That is what I am
trying to tell you.

Yes or no, mister?

Yes!

For the last five years.
Before that it was Arnold.

I'm not very good at tests. I probably
should have told you guys that.

I'd probably be a lot
better if I had my glasses,

but Rockford knocked them
off and I couldn't find them.

Okay, I'll make a
short statement here.

Are you helping the police?

Is this thing working?
Can I hear me?

Of course. Let's
go. We're rolling.

Okay. Now, what happened was our
convention was destroyed by this mechanic,

who I want you to
know is not a member

of the United Association
of Licensed Investigators.

Now, this guy tried to
get in a half a dozen times,

but we blocked him because
he doesn't have the credentials

and because he spends three or
four days a week working on cars.

How about the murder? Do the
police have any solid evidence?

Solid evidence? You kidding?
They got the guy who did it.

He gonged the senator
in the john and took off.

Come on, fellas.
What do you want?

This guy is the killer. And you
can quote me on that one if you like.

That's all for now.

Wait a minute, Uncle Vern,
I've got something to say.

Gentlemen, the U.A.L.I.
would like to let you know

that we're setting up
an information center,

and any further statements
to the press will be made at

the Hopalong Cassidy Suite at the
Gene Autry Hotel. Thank you very much.

Are you guys helping the police?

Come on, give us
some answers, will you?

It has to be political.

Jim? Hey, Jim.

Yeah, Freddie?

Jim, I didn't pass.

What are you doing
here, Rockford?

I brought him in, remember?

So, what are you looking for?
A letter of recommendation?

Move out of the way.
Come on, let's go.

Lancer.

How's tricks, Chappy?

It's a tough one.
Real tough. The guy...

Yeah?

He's a driveller. Oh, no.

You got it. A real loser.

Damn near shorted
the lie machine.

Don't have enough on
him to hold him for murder,

so I'm just gonna drop
the hot car charges on him

hoping he can't make the bail.

Some days are like that, Chappy.

The case? Yeah?

Can I help?

I hope so, Lance.

I'm hanging out a mile on
this one. I could use your help.

Hey, Chappy.

Yeah, Lancer?

Count on it.

Hell of a guy.

Fred Beamer. I would have been here
sooner, but my bondsman made me go

all the way to Malibu just
to get the pink slip to my car.

Oh, that's heartbreaking.

Just sign the release here.

Now, look, you can
probably get some coffee,

and then you can pick your friend
up out back in about 20 minutes.

Who is it? Who's there? Lance.

Where'd you go?

Well, I had to pick
this up at the desk.

You can't take it
into the jail area.

You can't take a radio
in jail? How come?

It's a gun. You
can't take a gun.

Oh, a gun. Hey, I carry a gun.

Hey, a PI's got to pack a
gat, right? It's part of the job.

Well, that's the kind of fallacy
that can get people killed, Fred.

You see, a gun is a
tool. A dangerous tool.

A tool that we professionals must respect
because a person can get hurt with a gun.

And that's why I
never load this one.

That's why I know that
no one will ever suffer

because Lance White
was invited on a case.

That's what you tell the cops
so you can pack the heater,

but you and I both know
it's a jungle out there.

I mean, after all,
we stalk the night.

Sometimes a Pl has got to pull
his iron and drill holes in mobsters

because the PI's life's
insecure, it's dangerous.

Death comes quickly
on little cat feet...

You all right? You okay? Fred?

What we'll do is we'll
go back to my place,

sit down with a little cognac and
some Respighi and work this out.

I never liked
Respighi very much.

They always put too
much cheese on it.

Mind if we have a steak and
a beer, or something like that?

Respighi is a classical
composer, Fred.

We listen to his music,
and it helps us to relax.

You see, the human mind is a
wonderful and resourceful tool.

A tool that stores and
catalogs all sorts of information,

some that we don't
even remember.

For instance, when you
went into the bathroom,

was anyone coming or going
in or out that you remember?

Yeah, sure. Who?

Me. See?

Already we're making
some progress.

Are you all right? What
happened to your glasses?

I lost them when Rockford
tackled me in the bushes.

Well, let's go find
them. Where were you?

Westlake Drive, I
don't know where.

Westlake Drive? The police will have
marked the spot where the stolen car was.

Shouldn't be too hard to find.

Rockford tried. He
couldn't find them.

Nonsense.

Where is Rockford, anyway?

Oh, he's around someplace.

I'm really disappointed.

He said he'd help
me out on this deal.

Well, he'll turn up shortly.

Lance, Beamer? Oh,
excuse me, excuse me.

Lance! Beamer!

Lance! Lance!

Did you ever stop to think
that the light from the sun, Fred,

has traveled
trillions, hundreds of

millions of miles just
to light up this day?

We're never gonna find my glasses.
Rockford hunted. He really did.

When you look at the sun and the
stars, the majesty of the firmaments,

our little problems here in space
and time just seem very small indeed.

And when you add to that
the fact that you have friends,

good friends, friends who
want to help you, Fred,

well, this old world just seems a
whole lot better, doesn't it, Fred?

Don't you think you
ought to load that gat

in case we gotta smoke
a bad guy or something?

Here we are. Police
markers right ahead.

I'll get your glasses.

You'll never find them.

It fell down in those
bushes there, Lance.

You'll never find
them in those weeds.

Hey, you're Lance White.

I've seen you about a half a dozen
times. Now I know who you are.

Welcome to the case, Fred.

Now, let's go do what I
like to call a little skull work.

We'll buckle on the old think hat
and see what we come up with.

It was right along here
on this road somewhere

where Rockford threw
his Goodhue away.

Threw it away?

Yeah, he said it was just an
award. It didn't mean anything.

You know, I'm proud
of Jim for knowing that.

For realizing that a little brass
and marble isn't important.

It's what we learn from the
achievement that counts.

That's Jim's car.
What's he doing here?

What you doing, Jim?

Oh, well, nothing.
I was... I lost my...

Goodhue? Yeah, yeah.

Well, I...

I thought it might
be good in the trailer.

You know, just
good for business.

Oh, I don't think so, Jim. I have seven
of them and I keep them in the closet.

You see, I don't believe
in displaying awards.

I think it's what we learn from
the achievement that counts.

But let me see if I can help.

Well, I don't think you're going to find
it. I looked for the thing for 15 minutes.

I don't...

Let's go back to my place.
We've got some skull work to do.

This guy's great, isn't he, Jim?

You should've seen the
way he found my glasses.

Yeah? Yeah, well, I don't even
know why I was looking for it.

I just happened to be
driving by here at the time.

Okay. I remember
Senator Zinota left

about three minutes before
the scream was heard.

I also remember Beamer leaving
about 30 seconds before the scream.

Wait a minute. You
remember all that?

Of course, Jim. Don't you?

No. There were people
coming and going. In and out.

How can you remember that?

I don't know. I just
do. It's funny, isn't it?

Well, it's a couple of
notches past funny, Lance.

It's ridiculous.

I always remember most
everything that happens.

I usually do. I
have total recall.

The mind is a
wonderful tool, Jim.

How would you know?

Mikelson left almost right
after Beamer. Then Mrs. Tooley.

Then old Don Frazier
came back from the kitchen.

I remember the waiter made a
left-to-right cross in front of me

with a tray of glasses. He
was taking it into the lobby.

That's the tray that
Mikelson fell into.

Lance...

Then Tom Sherrill went
to the bar in the lobby.

He came back with two drinks.

One of them looked like a
Scotch, the other was a soda.

Lance...

Then one of the Escobal brothers,
Raoul, I think it was, went into the bar.

He was limping slightly.

Lance, nobody can remember
that good. I mean, nobody.

Oh, you're right. I'm fuzzing
out on a few things right in here.

Oh, well, how could you?

Right when you were getting
up to my acceptance speech.

And it was a lovely
speech, too, Jim.

I said, "Thank you," Lance.

"Thank you" is not
a lovely speech.

What I'm getting at
here is I don't think,

given the way I
have reconstructed it,

that Fred could have had
the time to kill the senator.

I think I'd swear to that.

This guy is terrific,
Jim, you know that?

Oh, yeah, he's really terrific.
You know, Lance is perfect.

Yeah. Lance is perfect.
He never makes a mistake.

It's the Fosdick Syndrome
that causes all the damage.

You see, the people in back
and on the sides always eat it.

I understand that you're bitter, Jim,
because on our last case I got the girl.

You got the girl, you got her father's
company and five million dollars.

I got bad shrimp at the wedding.

She died, you know.

Two months after our marriage.

I'm sorry, Lance.

That's just...

It has been a bad day.

It was bittersweet at the end.

We knew she was going.

Took a trip.

The last weeks were paradise.

After she went,

you know what I did, Jim?

You gave away all the
money you inherited.

To the Boys Club of America.

Do you think we could
get back to the case here?

If Freddie didn't
kill Zinota, who did?

It's a good question,
Lance. Who did?

That is something we
are going to find out.

My friend, I think it's time
for another clue to pop up.

It doesn't work
like that, Lance.

Sure it does. Fred will remember
something, and we'll be on our way.

Now that you mention it,
Lance, I do remember something.

Of course you do. What is it?

A guy coming out of the head.
I passed him going in the door.

Don't you love
it, Jim? I hate it.

It always unravels
just like this.

Just when you think you're
out of luck, up pops a clue!

It's what makes this job
worth doing. Who was it?

I don't know. I
didn't look at him.

Sure you did. The human
mind is a wonderful tool, Fred.

You just don't
remember what you saw.

But I have someone
who'll help us with that.

A hypnotist. Her name is Brandy
Alexander. She owes me a favor.

You see, I saved her life
once. Long, long time ago.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Jim. It's not
important, I understand.

Let's take my car.

Hi, Vern. How's tricks?

How's tricks? Is he kidding?

Makes us look like a
bunch of bongo players!

We're working on
a hot lead, Vern.

Beamer remembers a guy leaving
the bathroom as he was entering it.

It had to be the killer.

Oh, sure, this make-believe shamus
remembers a guy coming out, huh?

That's his alibi! Don't you
see that? He killed him!

He gonged poor
Senator Zinota to death.

Squashed his melon in the can.

Who do you guys think
you're kidding here?

I didn't touch him.
You did it, bub!

Where does this guy get off?

You say that one more time, and
Fred Beamer is gonna take action.

And that is a warning.

Oh, look at me.
I'm shaking all over.

You did it, Sherlock. And
Larry and me are gonna prove it.

That's it. Put 'em up.

Oh, come on.

Put 'em up.

Now, if you guys are smart, you'll
dump him back in stir when he comes to.

I'll teach that
guy to mouth off.

Freddie, let me
tell you something.

Freddie, there's one
thing you never do.

You never say, "Put 'em up."

You smile at the guy,
then sucker punch him.

You always say, "Put 'em up," Jim, to let
your opponent know you're about to swing.

There, you see? You see what
I'm telling you about this guy?

You take his advice, you're gonna
spend half your life sitting down hard.

Jim, I think we should get to Brandy's
house and find out what Fred knows.

I'm telling you, Lance,

I just don't think that a
hypnotism is going to work here.

Oh, it always does.
She'll put him under

and he'll remember
everything he saw.

Every little detail.

I don't believe she'll be
able to hypnotize Freddie.

Sure she will.

Now, I know what I'm
talking about, Lance.

In order to hypnotize Beamer,
what does he have to do?

Nothing.

No, no, no. One
thing. What is it?

I don't know.

Concentrate. You see?

I can't see. Where
are my glasses?

See?

You're feeling
drowsy, very drowsy.

Your eyelids feel very heavy.

So heavy you can't hold
them open any longer.

You're feeling sleepy.
You're concentrating on sleep.

Your eyes are very heavy.

You want to close them.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes, buster.

Am I under now? I
feel like I'm under.

I really think I'm under
here. I feel very sleepy.

Okay, okay. We're
going to start from the top.

Try and concentrate, okay?

I think I was under
there. At the end there,

for a second or so.
I was really under.

It was great. Okay.
Now, just relax.

Okay.

I want you to look
at the pendant, okay?

Okay.

This is the pendant,
honey, okay?

Stop looking at my chest.

Okay.

If you help me, I can help you.

Good.

Good.

Now...

You're feeling drowsy.

Very sleepy.

Your eyes are feeling heavy.

You want to go to sleep.

Your eyes want to close.

You're fighting to
keep them open.

Finally.

Finally they close.

Good.

You're going under.

You're sinking
deeper and deeper,

but you can hear
every word that I say.

You will listen only to
the sound of my voice.

Good.

All right, we're going
back to last night.

The banquet at the hotel.

You go to the bathroom.

You walk in and you pass a man
on his way out of the bathroom.

Do you remember, Fred?

I remember. I passed him
on the way to the bathroom.

He's faking it.

And you glanced at the man.

I glanced at the man.

And you saw him.

I saw him.

And you're going
to describe him now.

I am going to describe him now.

So, do it, honey, okay?

I...

Six foot four.

Bald and muscular.
Very, very muscular.

Good. What was he wearing?

He was wearing...

He was wearing...

What was he wearing?

Clothes. He was wearing clothes.

What kind of clothes
was he wearing?

He was wearing
nice clothes. Nice.

Kelly green jacket, bright blue
slacks and he had a hat with a feather.

Okay. Open your eyes.

Look, I'm sorry. Do you
want me to try again?

What a strange feeling.
I was really under there.

You really put me under.
Whammo! Under I went.

She's good. You're great.
Hey, Lance, she's terrific.

You really are. You're terrific.

How did you know he was
bald if he was wearing a hat?

A hat?

I'm telling you
he's faking it, folks.

Faking it? Listen, I was under
there, and I remember that guy.

You were wonderful.

Yeah.

Look, I don't think he was
hypnotized, but you can't tell. Maybe.

He doesn't concentrate very
well, so it's hard to get him to sleep.

You did the best you could.

And we have more now
than we had a minute ago.

Oh, sure. We have a killer who looks
like Kato and dresses like Bozo the Clown.

How much do I owe you, Brandy?

I'd settle for a dinner.

I wish I could. I have
so little time these days.

I'm open on Friday night.

I'm open right now.

Please call me, Lance.
Please, I miss you.

And I miss you.

Why is it that
circumstances keep us apart?

That's a tough one.

Would you mind giving
us a moment alone?

Oh, sure, sure. Shall
we wait in the car?

We don't really just
have a moment, do we?

Time is valuable,
Brandy, and I'm on a case.

Perhaps some other time.

You know, I really
think she liked me, Jim.

I would've paid
her or tipped her,

but I don't think you have to
do that with friends, do you?

Well, while we're on the
delicate subject of money, Freddie.

You know, I put my car up
as security against your bail.

I'd kind of like to get that little
arrangement squared away.

Jim...

Lance made my bail.

Wrong.

No, Lance picked you up. I
signed the bail bond papers.

So I'm the one that's
on the hook for you.

Sure.

That's him with the glasses.

What's he doing?

He's moving back and forth
like a duck in a shooting gallery.

Let's take him
on the next cross.

I was under there, Jim.

She put me under.

She's really
wonderful, isn't she?

You know, I really
think she likes me.

Oh, no.

Stop in the name of the law!

Lance, I think you
better load that gat.

Look at this guy, this cat. He's
chasing Daffy all over the place,

he runs right off the
roof. Kaplooie. Whacko.

Right in the puss.

Watch the egg on top of
his head raising, look at it.

Couldn't we find a news program

or the Saturday Boston
Pops or something, Fred?

Hey, why don't you turn
on the Dodgers ball game?

It's gonna be on in
about five minutes.

We can watch them
while we're eating.

Look at him go, he's chasing him. The
little duck goes under the Dutch doors,

the cat doesn't see
it. Whack! Boing!

Maybe we should forget about lunch
and follow up a lead or something.

Which lead did you
have in mind, Lance?

We don't have one, Jim.

Then I guess it'll be a
little hard to follow up then.

Come on, you and I both
know that when you need a lead

one always shows up.
That's the way it works.

No, it never shows
up, Lance, never.

Watch my lips, never.

Hey, guys, look at this.

What's that?

When I found the senator
last night, that was in his hand.

Sure it was.

Yeah, I put it in my pocket
and forgot all about it.

This could be the lead
we've been waiting for, Jim.

Wait, wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.

Ten seconds ago, we had
no leads. Nothing, hmm?

That's right. And now,
Beamer pulls this picture

of a band leader or
something out of his pocket

and says it was in
the dead man's hand.

And now he tells us it's
been in his coat for 18 hours,

and it shows up right
when we need it, hmm?

That's exactly right,
Jim. What's the problem?

Oh, no problem.
No, no problem at all.

I just wanted
to get it straight.

I may wanna tell an analyst.

Well, I think we should follow
this lead and catch our murderer.

Oh, nothing to it, eh, Lance?

Well, it won't be easy.
These things never are.

You know, this guy looks like
an army officer or something.

There's something different about
him. I can't quite put my finger on it.

Oh, yeah, yeah,
sure. See, the hat.

The way he's got it on
the back, a little to the side.

Of course, if it
had a feather in it,

I'd feel a lot better about it.

Well, sure, it's going to
be hard, thankless leg work,

getting out there, hitting the bus
depots, finding who this driver is.

A bus driver?

Absolutely. That's
an RTD uniform.

You see, ever since
the energy crisis,

I've taken to riding buses for
all non-essential driving, Jim.

We have to conserve.

It's a little inconvenient, but I like
to do my part. Shall we get going?

Mmm.

There is no doubt in
the minds of the U.A.L.I.

that Fred Beamer committed the
horrible murder of Senator Zinota.

Now, why the police let
him go is hard to understand.

So, there you have
it as the story unfolds.

Mr. Beamer was let out
on bond this morning.

As of this broadcast,
he remains at large.

This is Clyde Matson from the Gene
Autry Suite of the Hopalong Cassidy Hotel.

This guy's gonna fry me if
he keeps talking like that.

The police are gonna have
no choice but to arrest me.

Come on, Fred. Things will
work out. They always do.

We gotta put a cork
in Vern St. Cloud.

Yeah, Vern St. Cloud, please.

James Rockford.

Yeah.

Yes, it is convention business.

Yeah. When?

All right. Yes, thank you.

Larry St. Cloud got beat
up a couple of hours ago.

Vern's on his way to
the hospital. So, let's go.

Let's go.

Hey, things will work
out, Fred. Buck up.

Every dark cloud
has a silver lining.

I just love it when you
talk like that. It's great.

I know. Everybody
does. That's why I do it.

All right, all right. Come
on, let's go. Come on.

Dr. St. Clare. Dr. St. Clare.

He's in 357. Call Cardiology.

What happened to
you? Who beat Larry up?

Well, Larry and me, we was working
on this real tough surveillance case,

a fight fixing thing.

And Larry, he was taking
pictures and he got spotted.

Get them out of
here, Uncle Vern.

You heard the punk. Out.

Okay, Vern. But you
lay off the TV spots.

You keep turning up the heat
on Beamer, we can't move.

Well, pardon me all to hell.

Just lay off.

How you doing, Lar?

Can you get them out
of here, Uncle Vern?

Hey, a guy's gotta do
what a guy's gotta do.

A Pl will get roughed
up now and again,

but don't seek revenge, Larry.
Two wrongs don't make a right.

Uncle Vern.

Will you let the kid alone?

I have a picture here.
Maybe of the killer, maybe not.

We're off to find
out. Recognize him?

Wasn't this guy a band leader?

A bus driver.

Says who?

Says Lance. He rides
the bus to conserve fuel.

Oh, I was gonna tell one of those
energy jokes at the convention.

You know what the Arab
said to the gas pump?

Just can it, Vern, huh?

And you lay off the press, or we're
gonna file assault and battery charges.

You hit Beamer this morning.
Lance and I are witnesses.

Can you get them out of here, Uncle
Vern? I think I'm gonna hemorrhage.

You heard the
punk. Out. Get out!

Now I know where I saw that guy.

Who? Who?

Larry St. Cloud. He's the guy
who came out of the bathroom.

He's the guy I passed.

Larry? He's 5'7" and slender.

What happened to the
gorilla with the feathered hat?

Jim, I had to tell her
something. She was nice.

Oh, that's great,
Beamer. You're just great!

The missing link, Jim.

You all right, Mr. St. Cloud?

Oh, that punk kid. He hit
me after all I done for him.

Where'd he go?

I don't know. He just
hit me and took off.

The dispatcher recognizes him.

His name is Carl Richman.
He's on number 5396.

It's coming together like
a great piece of music.

A state senator and a bus
driver. What's the connection?

Some things you
just have to accept.

You know, this is
just a hunch, Jim,

but I think the bus driver
had something on the senator.

Maybe the senator was having
an affair with the bus driver's wife.

Just where did that come from?

Hunches don't come from any
place, Jim. They're just hunches.

That's how we solve our
cases. We get hunches,

they turn out to be right,
and the case gets solved.

Gee, I don't know how you
survive as a private investigator, Jim.

You don't seem to know
any of this stuff. That's right.

End of the line. Everybody out.

You got that right.

You? Why?

It's one thing when you
come to me and you barf

about the senator having
an affair with your wife.

But it's another when you barf to
everybody about our arrangement.

Well, you never said
you were gonna kill him.

It happened. You gave me the
info on the senator and your wife,

and I paid you good for it.

Now you're nothing but a loose
end. Now move it. Come on, move it.

That looks like it. Let's go.

That's it. That's the bus.

We'll pull it over,
Jim. We'll board it.

How, Lance?

Something will turn up.

Good. Good. That's
exactly what we need.

What are you doing?

I have to stop.

Okay, get ready, Jim.

Never mind that, just keep
moving. Move it! Come on, move it!

What now, Lance?

Trust me!

We've got company.
Take the next right.

Put 'em up!

I hated to do that.

Hey, Jim. Lance is
just wonderful, isn't he?

"Trust me."

And so on behalf of
my nephew and myself,

I'd like to apologize
to this entire body here.

Apparently, Larry decided that because the
St. Cloud Agency had invested in so many

electronic surveillance
doohickeys,

that the senator's legislation
would hurt our business.

Kill it, probably.

So Larry started
surveillance on the senator.

He obtained evidence
that the senator

was having an affair
with a bus driver's wife.

He tried to blackmail him
into withdrawing the legislation,

but the senator
wouldn't buffalo.

So Larry got angry, he lost
control and he killed him.

Now Beamer saw Larry,
witnessed them in the men's room.

So apparently Larry hired
two other guys to kill him.

And when they failed, there
was a dispute about the payment,

and Larry was beaten up.

And you know the rest.

Is this thing on?
Can you hear me?

Now, before we adjourn, there are
two pieces of unfinished business.

Apparently, the committee feels
that this fella, Beamer, the mechanic,

should be in the association.
So as of now, he's in.

I'm in. I'm in the
association. Lance.

Thank you, Lance.

Jim was the one who did it.

And finally, I asked for a
recount on the Goodhue votes,

and, just as I suspected,
there was an error in the count.

The real winner of the Goodhue
award this year, and just as we expected,

was Lance White.

Not James S. Rockford,
as previously announced.

Rockford will have to surrender
his statuette to the award committee

on or before the
15th of this month.

Lance! Come on up
here and get your award.

Oh, Jim, I'm sorry.

Hey, forget it, Lance.

The nomination is the
award, as I always say.