All language subtitles for Rockford Files s06e10 The Big Cheese.eng

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Something's coming
in the mail for you. Something big.

A couple of guys who were
looking for a package that was addressed to you.

Did they get it?

Whoever did it knew his stuff.
An ice pick right into the heart.

What Eddie Hellinger sent
to you belongs to me. I want it back.

Rockford just
took it away from me.

What do we do now?
I don't have the slightest idea.

Hey, Rockford!

(TRUCK HONKS)

(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)

This is the Baron.

Angel Martin tells me
you buy information.

Okay, meet me at 1:00 a.m.
Behind the bus depot.

Bring $500 and come alone.

I'm serious.

MAN ON P. A:
Sierra Chief from Seattle, Tacoma and Portland

will be arriving on Track 29.

That's Gate 4, for Track 29.

Mr. Fred Barnes.

Will Mr. Fred Barnes
go to the main terminal information counter, please?

You got some of
them stamps, honey?

They've been in there
a long time, Angie.

Hey, don't worry
about it.

Ain't going nowheres.

At least they ain't
going nowheres you can get to by train.

What happens
if one of 'em tries?

Hey, don't worry
so much.

MAN ON P. A:
Sunset Express is now ready for boarding on Track 12.

There he is.

Does he have it?

Can't see it.

Better go check him out, Coco.

(MACHINE CLANKING)

Thanks, honey.

MAN ON P. A:
We have a lost child. We have a lost child.

A boy about 7 years old.
He says his name is Timmy.

He has brown hair
and is wearing a Rams warm-up jacket.

Timmy will be
at the security office.

He didn't have it.

Did he say anything?

Yeah, he said,
"Don't. Please don't."

(SIGHING) Well, I guess
the other guy got it for sure.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello, who is it?

Hey, Jimbo, don't you
recognize the voice of the fourth estate?

It sounds more like
a fifth of sour mash. How're you doing, Eddie?

Hey, you know me, Jimbo.
I always have a good time.

Listen, I just
called to say hello,

to tell you
there's something coming in the mail for you.

Something big.

The last time you got me
mixed up into something big,

I sweated out the suspension
of my license for six months

before the smoke
cleared, Eddie.

(GRUNTS)
Eddie? You all right?

Eddie, what happened there?
Are you okay?

(PHONE RINGING)

Robbery Homicide,
Sergeant Roy Floyd.

Sorry, Lieutenant Becker's
out of the office right now. Can I take a message?

Rockford, huh?

Oh, yeah, sure. I'll tell
the lieutenant you called.

Let's go.
It's time to saddle up.

A patrol unit found
a couple of stiffs at Alameda and Macy.

The train station.

Oh, that's very good, Floyd.
Very, very good.

I'm gonna put you in
for a special commendation for memorizing your map books.

Let's move it out.

Yes, sir. Who's gonna
take over the desk?

Come on, come on.
You can go, Floyd.

All right, let's go.
The boss wants to see you.

You gotta be kidding.
The boss?

The man said, "Let's go."
So let's go!

STAMPS: Don't.

Do you mind if I just
put on my slippers? Okay?

Shall we?

CHUCK: Give me a break,
will you, Eunice? This damn phone is freezing.

How many times
I gotta tell you, don't call me at work.

Will you stop already?

I told you what to do
when I left the house.

You gotta go back
there tomorrow and tell this Colonel Gilstrap

that I already paid
a whole year's tuition.

He's got to keep
the kid in school.

Eunice, Eunice,
I don't wanna talk about this no more.

I'm hanging up
the phone, Eunice.

You know who I am, Rockford?

Chuck Ryan.

I recognized your
union label from your mug shots in the paper.

I don't like wise guys.

I don't either.
I particularly don't like

to be dragged out of my bed
in the middle of the night,

or standing around in your
meat locker in my pajamas.

You just tell me
what I wanna know,

and I'll have the boys
take you home. Fair enough?

Depends on what
you want to know.

I want you to tell me
about that little phone call

you got about 11:30
from Eddie Hellinger.

Hey, stop slugging
the meat, will you?

So, you were gonna tell me
about the phone call.

I was?

Sure.

He's sending me
something in the mail.

Sit on him until
he gets his package.

Now, wait a minute...

What Eddie Hellinger sent
to you belongs to me. I want it back.

If I don't get it,
I'll crack your head.

COCO: Hey, don't bust
the yolks, Rockford.

I like it spilly,
not watery.

Yeah, not too
crisp on the bacon either.

He didn't leave
nothing outside.

COCO: Mr. Ryan ain't
gonna like this.

Mr. Ryan? There ain't nothing.

Two overdue bills and
an ad for life insurance.

Yeah, sure, sure.
I'll tell him, Mr. Ryan.

Mr. Ryan said,
you should have a nice day.

Oh, well, with you leaving,
how can I miss?

We'll be back tomorrow
for mail call.

And breakfast?

Would you bring back
the plate?

(DOOR CLOSES)

CHAPMAN: I wonder
what they were looking for.

Stinking joint looks
like a chef's salad.

FLOYD: I'm glad
I don't have to clean it up.

I've got a little
surprise for you, Floyd.

You are going
to clean it up.

You're gonna
pick up every newspaper, cigarette butt, magazine,

and garment in the place.
It's all evidence.

You might not
realize this, Floyd,

but this is an important case.
Very important.

It could open a lot of doors.

It might even mean a transfer
to Internal Affairs.

Hey, Lieutenant,
I mean, we don't even know if this place was tossed.

I mean, maybe this guy
Hellinger was just a slob.

Floyd.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)
ROCKFORD: Eddie?

(KNOCKING)
Eddie?

Hey, Eddie?

Eddie!

Chapman,
what are you doing here?

Shut up, Rockford.

Up against the wall.

I just hope
you and old Roy-Boy here have a search warrant,

'cause when Eddie sobers up,
he's gonna dump a lot of dirt on your department

for trashing his place
without one.

You got it
all twisted, Rockford.

The dirt's gonna be
dumped on Eddie, not me.

What are you talking about?

We just mopped what was left
of your pal Hellinger

off the floor
at the train station.

He looked like
a leaky paint bucket.

Oh, no.

CHAPMAN: I want you to listen,
and listen good, Rockford.

Right now,
I've got you dead-bang on a burglary charge,

and you're just
one jump away from being an accessory to a murder.

And you're one jump away
from the traffic division

if you try to get a complaint
from the DA on either one of those little hummers.

I saw you break into
Hellinger's apartment, remember?

I told you,
he was a friend of mine.

Eddie Hellinger was a Ioner.

His only friend
was his bottle.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes? Oh.

Yeah, right, right.

(CHUCKLING) Sure,
I'm gonna make it on time. Don't worry about it.

Yeah, right.
Hey, thanks for calling.

Yeah, see you.

Your pal was the biggest
stew pot in town, Rockford.

Floyd! Get in here.

But we're gonna give him
the same kind of all-out investigative effort

that we'd give
to any other citizen.

Floyd.

I want you to conduct
a thorough interrogation of Mr. Rockford here,

keeping in mind that
the man is a possible suspect in a homicide case. All right?

FLOYD: Yes, sir.

Sweat him till you've got
a good-sized puddle.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Okay.

Let's try it again.
From the top.

You broke into
Eddie Hellinger's apartment

because you and him
were such good buddies.

That's your story, huh?

(DOOR OPENS)

You booking this man?

Huh, Lieutenant Chapman
told me to question him.

Well, book him,
or cut him loose.

Yes, sir.

You can go now,
Mr. Rockford.

You heard
about Eddie?

Yeah, I heard. Come on,
I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

You never really got a chance
to know Eddie, Dennis.

I mean, really know him.

Everybody said
he was undependable.

I've been hearing that
about Eddie ever since he was 15 years old.

You wanna know something?
He never let me down.

He let himself down a lot,
but never me. Never a friend.

It was a doubleheader.
Did you know that?

A double...
What are you talking about?

Well, they found another body
about a block away from the station, in an alley.

There was no ID on him,

but he had the same kind
of puncture wound in his back that they found on Hellinger.

From an ice pick maybe.

Another body?

That doesn't make
a whole lot of sense.

Maybe not, but whoever
did it knew his stuff.

A straight shot
between the ribs, right into the heart.

(SIGHS)

Keep me posted on this thing,
will you, Dennis?

I'll pass along what I can,
but stay out of Chapman's way.

Me and him have been
tangling over you,

and it's getting to be
a regular gun battle around here.

I'll keep my head down.

I bet you will.

Thanks.

Uh, Mr. Rockford.
Yes?

Hi. I'm Sally Packard.
I worked with Eddie on the paper.

He mentioned you
a few times.

He did?
Yeah.

He said you were a friend.

They assigned me
to write his obituary.

You feel like talking?

Yeah, well...

Why not?

SALLY: That was
the biggest steak I ever saw.

Oh, I've seen Eddie
put away two of those things

then top it off with a slab
of lemon meringue pie.

Oh, it's funny.

I worked with Eddie,
sat right next to him,

but I didn't really
know him that well.

Yeah, well, he was
a private kind of guy, you know,

good food, good booze,
but not too big on company.

I suppose you knew him
as well as anybody, growing up together.

Yeah, I suppose.

There's a lot to be said
for long-time friendships,

the mutual trust
that's built over the years.

Yeah.

For you, it was Eddie.
For me, it's Mary-Ann Reicker.

We go all the way back
to the seventh grade together.

I tell Mary-Ann things
I wouldn't tell my analyst.

You have an analyst?

I don't need one,
I have Mary-Ann.

I guess you and Eddie
shared a lot, too.

Mmm.

He was so excited about
that series of stories he was writing

on Chuck Ryan and his union.

He was doing a series
on Chuck Ryan? I didn't know that.

I was up to San Jose
on an insurance case.

Well, I don't know if Eddie
had anything solid on Ryan,

but he was really
digging his spurs into it.

Do you think that's
what got him killed?

Oh...

Ryan is from the
sticks and stones school.

I don't think he'd bring down
a lot of heat on himself

just because of a couple
of nasty newspaper stories.

I don't know.

Well, come on,
let's get out of here.

You need some sleep,

and I still have
a story to file for the morning edition.

Maybe we can
get together again sometime.

I'd like that.

I don't quite see
where I fit in, Jimmy.

Yeah, well, Eddie Hellinger
worked for the Globe.

He was working on a story
about Chuck Ryan,

the grand vizier of
the meatpacker's union.

Now, what I need to know is

if any other papers,
like your brother-in-law's,

has ever done anything
in-depth on Ryan.

You know, I'm just
looking for background.

This is a good buddy of yours,
this Hellinger, huh?

Yeah.

I really feel
for you, Jimmy.

Thank you, Angel.
Thank you.

The thing that's kind of
eating me is though that

it looks like I'm
gonna be the only one around to mourn for Eddie,

except a woman
he knew at the paper.

Whew.

A Ioner, huh? Guy didn't
have no family? Nobody?

No, he lived by himself up
in a bachelor pad on Vermont.

Kinda makes you wonder,
don't it?

What it'll be like
when Mr. D. Calls your name.

I know I wonder

who will mourn
for Angel Martin?

Probably a couple
of credit companies.

I don't want to get
into that Angel, huh?

It's Eddie Hellinger
that's dead. Not you.

Yeah, yeah, I know,

but, you know,
your mind thinks funny things at a time like this.

You remember that old song
when you were a kid?

(SINGING) Did you ever think
when the hearse goes by

That you may be
the next to die

They put you
in a big long box

And cover you up
with dirt and rocks

You are a bulwark
in my time of need, Angel.

A beacon in the storm.

I just hate to see you
drain yourself in your sensitivity any more,

so I will leave now,
and I will come back for the information later.

That's the thanks I get
for letting you lay this bummer on me.

I guess the less said about
that job, the better, huh?

Well, it's not too bad. You
did the best you could, Dad.

Well, I ain't talking
about my putting it together,

I'm talking about whatever
it was that pulled it apart.

Where you pulling me, huh?

Dad, as you can see, I'm
having a little problem here.

(CHUCKLING) You're having
more than a little problem, if that door's any indication.

Look, won't you please
try and get yourself into a decent line of work?

All right, that's it.
Hold it right there, Dad.

We had this conversation
about a year and a half ago,

and we agreed
we would not have it again.

And this has nothing
to do with my work.

What am I supposed to think?

I come over here and see
the door looking like that!

We're not gonna
discuss it, Dad.

Now, I want you to get
out of here, and I don't want you to come back

till I tell you it's all right
to come back, okay?

Well, I don't wanna be
in nobody's way.

Dad, where you going?

I gotta get my tape measure.

I just want you
out of here.

Probably come back and
see all your ribs stove in.

Well then,
don't come back, huh?

Not till I tell you to.

And this has nothing
to do with my work.

It's just a little
problem with the mail.

CALDER: Mrs. Dobbs just said
I was supposed to help you intercept a package of...

ROCKFORD: Fulminating
pneumo-bacillus.

Bacillus?

You mean Mrs. Dobbs
didn't tell you what this is all about?

Oh, I guess it's just as well.

We want to try to prevent
any kind of panic whatever.

Panic?
You mean this is that serious?

I mean, the regulations are
very clear about sending dangerous sub...

Believe me, Mr. Calder,

the young woman
who made the mistake is paying dearly for it.

I just hope that
the vomiting and the convulsions are over by now.

You want me
to red-switch the place?

I can stop every piece of mail
in here, if you say so.

Let's just trace
that package, okay?

Oh, we'll trace it all right.

Now, you sure it was
addressed properly?

Let me explain something
to you, Mr. Calder.

The secretary
at the lab, Mona,

has a bit of
a drinking problem,

so when she was
addressing the package,

her hand could have been
a little shaky. You know what I mean?

How could you have allowed
a woman like that to handle something so dangerous?

I just got married last month.

We are wasting
valuable time, Mr. Calder.

Hoag!

If the address is illegible,
the package goes to the nixies.

They're experts at deciphering
illegible addresses.

Mr. Hoag, please give this
gentleman every assistance.

Top priority,
you understand? Top priority.

You're gonna have
to excuse me.

My wife's not feeling well.

Well, Mr. Hoag, you're gonna
get a chance to be a hero,

maybe even save
a few innocent lives.

Mr. Calder tells me that you
have a reputation of being the best nixie in the business.

Well, I'm better
than any machine.

Well, this package
would have been mailed

from somewhere around
the train station night before last

by an Eddie Hellinger.
The addressee was named Rockford.

Well, I've got it
over here if I read it.

Yeah, I've got it,
but you're wrong about the addressee.

The name was Rockfield.

I'm the addressee.
James Rockford, 29 Cove Road, Malibu.

What I read was
John Rockfield, Mar Vista.

Mr. Rockfield?

Yeah?

Hi. I'm here about a package
that the post office delivered to you by mistake.

I told him I didn't want it,
but he just insisted.

Who did?
That special delivery postman.

I told him if he just
looked at it real close,

you could see
it didn't say Rockfield,

but he insisted
it is for me.

So what happened?

Well, he refused to take it
back to the post office.

Well, you don't have
to worry about it anymore, Mr. Rockfield.

I'm Jim Rockford,
so you can just give it to me.

I'd sure like to do that,
but I'm afraid I can't. I don't have it anymore.

You don't? Where is it?

Well, I don't want anything
that's not rightfully mine,

so I brought the package
down to the post office and made 'em take it back.

You should have seen
how upset they got.

Seems they don't have
a regulation covering people bringing back mail,

and it jammed 'em up
like a rat in a drain pipe.

So, what happened
to the package?

Oh, it's safe enough.

Shouldn't have
any more problem with it. The post office has got it.

Hey, what are you doing?

Cut it out! Stop!

Hey, Fred!
What the heck happened to you?

They pushed me over
with a car,

and they was after Jim's mail.

All right.
You just hang on here. I'll go call the police.

Thank you.

Rockford, you've got
some explaining to do.

Dad? You and Fred okay?

Yeah.

I said you got some
explaining to do...

I can't tell you how tired
I am of explaining today, Chapman.

Well, now, ain't that
too bad, Rockford?

The mailman here says
he got smacked around by a couple of guys

who were looking
for a package that was addressed to you.

Did they get it?

Not from him.

Now where is it
and what is it?

McGrew's Barbeque?

Rub your gums
across our ribs?

Give me that.

Sure, Chapman,
just doesn't sound like your kind of place.

My business takes me
to a lot of different places.

Now, where's the package?

It's in the post office,
Chapman, and they're not about to give it up

until they're
good and ready.

I've spent most of the day
trying to pry it out of them.

Is that right?

Well, you just don't know
how to handle 'em, that's all.

I guarantee, I get my hands
on that package before you find your socks.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll tell you what.
You go on down there. You just do that, Chapman.

Go on. Take 'em on.
What?

Oh, don't forget to take
a couple a sandwiches and maybe a change of clothes.

How can you eat that thing?

I'm hungry.

Hey, Dennis, what did
Chapman come up with

on that other body they found
at the train station?

Well, not much. Only that
his name is Arnold Moe,

he worked in
a laundry someplace.

Chapman checked him out,

and he said that
the guy didn't have any connection to Hellinger.

How come he died?

Well, maybe he saw
the Hellinger killing go down.

They iced him
to keep him quiet.

That's a little thin, Dennis.

You wouldn't happen
to have Arnold Moe's address, would you?

Yeah, I think it's the...

Barcelona Garden Apartments.
Second and Normandie.

Thank you, Dennis.

Hey, you want a piece of pie
to go with your coffee?

No, I'll pass, but listen,
give me the receipt when you pay up, okay?

You, too? Chapman's walking
around with his pockets stuffed full of those things.

Well, Chapman is being audited
by the Internal Revenue, and he...

Well, he kind of lost
his old stubs.

So he's got all his friends
out picking up phony ones for him, huh?

You make it sound
like a felony.

Dennis, it is a felony.

It's called
income tax evasion.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey Angel, open up.
It's me, Jim.

Hey, Jim.

Hey.

Hey, how did you do on getting
the information on Chuck Ryan?

It's coming along,
coming along.

Why don't you just drop by
in a few hours. I haven't had no breakfast yet.

It's okay. I'll wait.

Suit yourself. I got certain
things to do, you know.

The hotel cleaning lady,
she won't make the bed,

she won't sweep up
the dust bunnies or nothing

if you've got
stuff strewed about.

Yeah, well, what
I was wondering

when you were doing
the research on Chuck Ryan,

did you run across
the name Arnold Moe anywhere? He was a...

When did you get a typewriter?

Brought it home
from the paper.

E.H.
Evanston Harold.

Aaron picked that stuff up
when the paper folded.

It's Eddie Hellinger's,
isn't it?

(STAMMERING)

That's Eddie Hellinger's
typewriter, isn't it?

You went over there
and you picked his bones, didn't you, Angel, huh?

You...

And that's his TV set, too.

Oh, Angel...

His press club award! Angel...

Jimmy, I did it for you.
I did it for you.

Me?
I did it...

I did it for you.
I did it for you.

You know, Hellinger,
this guy's got no family, there's no will made out.

Well, the state's gonna
get all that money.

You don't want the state
to have that money, do you?

I was gonna call you
as soon as you were feeling better...

Open the door!
And I was gonna see who you wanted to send it to.

I don't believe a word
you're saying, Angel.

Jimmy, it's not that bad.

I left his shoes.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Sally, this is Jim.
Sorry to bother you at the office...

Well, Jim, it's no bother.

I told you to call me
if there's anything I could do to help.

What is it?

Sally, would you mind

if I gave out your private
number at the office for...

For what?
Well, it's a little difficult to explain, but I think

I've got a line on Arnold Moe,

and I'm gonna need some
information from the bank.

Bankers are just about the
toughest people in the world to get information from, so...

What exactly do
you want me to do?

Would you take a message
for a Mr. Cooley if anybody should call and check me out?

Mr. Cooley?

Yeah, I'll explain it
at dinner, okay? Okay.

All right. Thanks, hun.

Oh, Mr. Neff?

Yeah, what is it?
Yeah, I'm Jim Cooley.

You know, the State
Inheritance Tax Office?

I called you earlier
about Arnold Moe's assets.

You were supposed
to be here an hour ago, and I'm on my way out.

Oh, I bet
you're going to lunch.

Yes.

I hope I didn't
ruin your lunch hour,

but I just don't know
where the morning went.

Say, maybe I could
join you for lunch.

Well...

If I don't get a sandwich
and a beer in my stomach,

I'm not gonna get halfway
through Mr. Moe's assets.

Listen, how about that
little bar and grill on the corner, is that good?

Tommy's? It's fine. Fine.

Fine. Fine.

Time for number four, hmm?

Anyway, like
I was saying,

I always try to do
a little extra

for our big
commercial accounts.

You know, I'm always
the first one in the office,

and the last
to leave at night.

We even won an award

for the cleanest lobby
in the district

because I empty the ashtrays
whenever they're full.

(EXCLAIMING) Thanks.

Can I have the check?
Thank you.

You were gonna tell me
about Arnold Moe?

I was?
Mmm-hmm.

There's not
too much to tell.

He had extensive holdings,
but there's only a little bit left now.

How much?

(SIGHING) Oh,
small change.

According to Mr. Moe's
instructions, his assets...

Well, we've been
liquidating them for the past several months.

Converting them
into bearer bonds.

Why would he convert them
into bearer bonds?

I don't know,

but his safety deposit box
is full of them.

I mean, I'll give you
the exact amount when we go back to the office,

but I can tell you,
it is plenty.

Six figures.

You people are gonna have a
real ball with this one, huh?

You ought to get
a real healthy percentage out of this, huh?

I didn't know the laundry
business was doing that good.

Laundry business?

You gotta be joking.

Arnold Moe was an accountant.

A good one.

I mean, take it from me,
he was a real wizard with the numbers.

I...

I don't suppose you would
happen to know the address

where he worked, his office?

Hey...

State Accountancy Board,
they'd know.

ROCKFORD: You know, this thing
isn't all that sticky,

it's just I'm having trouble
getting the thing

to hang together
where it makes any sense.

The guy over at the
Accountancy Board gave me Arnold Moe's office address.

Obviously, he worked
for the union.

Probably an accountant.

Then why did he tell
everyone he ran a laundry?

Ah! Inside joke.

Yeah. He was a real magician
with numbers, you know.

He must have made
the books look clean

while Chuck Ryan
stole the union blind.

Then that's
what it's all about.

Mmm. Yeah, but...

Where does Eddie Hellinger
figure in, you know?

Yeah, what got him killed?

There's something about
Eddie that I'm missing.

Something I'm forgetting.

Dessert?

No, thank you.

Not a very appropriate
farewell dinner for Eddie.

You know, there was
some luggage stashed

behind the couch
in Arnold Moe's apartment.

Now, according to George Neff
at the bank, he was cashing in his winnings.

He was ready to leave town.

But how?

Chuck Ryan would never
let him do that.

Not with all the information
he must have had.

Yeah, that's got to be where
Eddie Hellinger came into it.

Let's just say that
Moe picked up a paper,

and he read where Eddie was
out gunning for Chuck Ryan.

Might seem like a quick way
out of his dilemma.

You mean,
feed information to Eddie

that would incriminate Ryan
and get him out of the way.

I think he gave him a little
more than information,

you know, maybe it was
a book or an account ledger, something like that.

Whatever it was,
it probably added up to 20 or 30 years for Chuck Ryan.

No wonder he wanted
to get his hands on it.

Then, that's what
Eddie sent you. The package.

Yeah, well, that book is
the key to the whole thing.

It just ties
the whole mess together.

It has got to be
in the morning mail.

STAMPS: It just ain't
showed up yet, Mr. Ryan.

You guys know how
important that book is?

Yes, Mr. Ryan.
Then get it.

It wasn't our fault it wasn't
in the mail, Mr. Ryan.

Now, if it comes tomorrow...

I don't want to hear
no "if." Get it.

Now, if you will just explain
what it is that you want.

I've already explained it
since early this afternoon.

I've explained it to
two different shifts of office personnel.

Now they've finally
sent me to the top man.

Excuse me, top person.

I need a package
from the mail.

It's important evidence
in a murder investigation.

We only deliver
to the addressee. Federal regulations.

Well, why wasn't I told
about this earlier?

What is it with
you people and regulations?

That's all I hear
all of a sudden. Federal regulations.

You can't take this.
You don't count that.

This isn't allowed.
That isn't deductible. I'm a police lieutenant.

Doesn't that
count for anything?

No.

You'll have
to obey regulations same as everyone else.

Unless you want
to get a search warrant from a federal magistrate.

Couldn't I fill out
a form or something?

Sorry, Mr. Chapman.
Regulations. Regulations...

All right.
Here comes Fred.

Right on time.

Fred! Oh, Fred, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to come up on you like that.

Now listen, I want you
to do me a favor.

I've got...
There you go.

Oh, hey. Thank you,
Fred. All right.

(STAMMERING)
I don't have it.

Rockford just
took it away from me.

What is it?

It's Sweeney's
Green Mountain Cheddar.

I don't understand.

It's my favorite cheese.

Well, what about
the book?

How should I know?

Oh, they're not
gonna believe it.

They are not
gonna believe it no matter what I tell them.

All right, now look.
You're making a big...

(SIGHS)

Two days, hunting
a hunk of cheese.

It sounds so ridiculous.

You think so?

When Chuck Ryan gets
his hands on that cheese,

he's gonna send
those two yo-yos back for my head.

What do we do now?
I don't have the slightest idea.

Ah!

What is it, Jim?

You remember that
thing about Eddie that I couldn't remember before?

I just remembered it.

You remember what
a long-ball hitter Eddie was,

and how obnoxious he could get
when he was really bagged?

I forgot about his box number.

Box number?

Yeah, yeah, Eddie had
to move around so much because of his drinking,

he kept a box number
in the classified section at the paper

so he could always
get his personal mail.

He never told you about that?

Well, I guess I forgot,
just like you.

Would you happen to have any
pull with any of the people in the classified section?

No more than you do, and I
have to see the city editor or I'm going to be out of a job.

All right, now.
I'll get the package...

We can meet back
at the car.

Yeah, okay, sure.
Okay.

Hi, Mr. Gleeson's office
sent me down for the package.

Mr. Gleeson?

Mr. Arthur Gleeson, the
Vice President in charge of operations for this newspaper.

Yes, sir.
Uh, what package was that?

The one in
Eddie Hellinger's box.

Yes, sir.

Sorry. No package.

There wasn't anything in
Mr. Hellinger's box but this.

Ah, well thank you
for your help.

Mr. Gleeson is gonna
be very happy about this.

Huh, excuse me, Sally Packard?

Thank you.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Sally Packard.

I'm Sally Packard.

Well, how were things
at the city desk, huh?

Any late breaking stories?

What? What are you doing?

You worked with Eddie,
but you never got too close,

so I did a solo
down memory lane.

What in the hell
are you talking about?

Give me my bag.

Just looking for a little ID.

Look, I am...

Not Sally Packard.
I just met Sally Packard.

All right.
I'm Sally Sternhagen, IRS.

I don't think
I disturbed anything.

(SIGHS)

Any questions?

There's a couple.

Eddie Hellinger contacted us.

He said he had enough
for us to nail Chuck Ryan

for everything from income tax
evasion to grand theft.

When Eddie was killed,
I was supposed to pick up where he left off.

You thought I knew
something about it?

I thought Eddie might
have confided in you.

For a while, it did look
like he'd mailed you the book.

What'd you
come up with in there?

It's at the train station.

It's a lousy stinkin' cheese.

We didn't know.

You couldn't check?
You couldn't open this box and look?

Wait a minute.

If Hellinger mailed this
from the train station, the book's still gotta be there.

MAN ON PA: Express service
to Salt Lake City, Chicago and Cleveland

will be boarding at...

There it is.

If it's not in here,
I'm seriously considering taking one of the trains.

Here, tell you what,
just wrap this up just like it was, okay.

You guys are moving
into this train station and staying here.

What are we gonna
eat, Mr. Ryan?

All right,
you call the police.

Central Division's only
about a block away. Here.

How long we gotta
stay here, Mr. Ryan?

Till somebody shows up
with that book.

Hey, Rockford.

MAN ON P. A: The Pioneer
Express to Salt Lake City, Chicago, and Cleveland, Ohio

is departing shortly
from Gate 4, Track 27.

(TRUCK HONKS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(THUD)

MAN ON P. A:
Ladies and gentlemen,

the Pioneer luxury service
to Salt Lake City, Chicago

and Cleveland is
departing immediately.

Come on out, Rockford.

You're finished.
You got no place else to hide.

That's right, Chuckie Baby,
got no place else to hide.

You know something else,
this is the first time you and I have been alone.

Where's Angie,
where's Coco?

I think they just missed
the last train to Cleveland.

Here you go, Chuckie Baby.
You want it, you got it.

CHAPMAN: Looks like you've
been very busy, Rockford.

Two critical injuries
at the train station,

and a third victim
suffering from contusions.

Victim?

Chuck Ryan and those
two critical injuries

are the ones who
killed Eddie Hellinger and Arnold Moe,

and that ledger there,
that has the whole thing in it. Motive, everything.

Shut up, shut up, Rockford.

This is my case.

Telephone call for you,
Lieutenant. Line two.

Can't you see I'm busy?
Take a message. Tell 'em I'll call 'em back.

He said it was very important.
It's your accountant.

Yeah, Murray?
What is it?

Well, change it.
Put down whatever you want.

Of course, I'd be willing
to swear to it.

Murray, I'll swear to anything
that makes it work.

You know those IRS guys,
Murray, they're jerks.

Murray, will you
stop worrying.

You know they never really
check those things out.

Put it down,
will you put it down.

Thank you.

Can I borrow
your pen, Lieutenant?

How about a pencil?

That'll do.

Now, your first name
is Douglas, isn't it? That's right.

The middle initial is 'J'.

What is this?

You tell him.

Internal Revenue Service.

You didn't give me
a chance to identify myself, Lieutenant.

Well, huh...
This phone call here was just a joke, you know.

My accountant,
he's my second cousin.

Well, we kid around like that
a lot, you know what I mean?

Before you say anything else,
Lieutenant, I want to warn you

you have a right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say
can be used against you.

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