All language subtitles for The Rockford Files S03e21 Crack Back_prob3

Jim, there's this man
watching me.

He's right outside
my bedroom window,
in the building opposite.

Is there anything
that you could classify
as a real threat to you?

You don't
call this a threat?

If you don't have a boy
that fits that description...

A serious overbite?

A woodchuck.

(GASPS)

Hey, I've got
no complaints.

You walk Doreen
into that courtroom
and I walk out.

Anybody here?

I want to find out
who's doing this to me
and I want it stopped.

But you can't
give it top priority.

Psychos get top priority
with me.

(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)

SOETER..
This is Dr. Soeter.

Now, my nurse tell me
you've blown four
root canal appointments.

Well, you're finished
in this office.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

All right, everybody.
Freeze!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

All right, all right.
Now, look.
Listen to me. Please.

Just take it easy
and stay calm.

Just do what they
tell you to do,

and nobody'll get hurt.

You got that?
All right, everybody
over against the bar.

Now! Get over there!

Come on, move it!

All right, Gibby here
has been real cooperative.

We got the receipts.

But we figured that
you'd like to make
your contribution, too.

So...

Jewelry and cash
over on the table.

Now!

Get going!
All right, get over here.

Come on,
move through, folks.
Move through!

Drop it all, lady.

GIBBY: Relax, will you?

You, too, Pop.

Shit.

GIBBY: Just take it easy, now.

(BURGLAR ALARM BLARING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Shut up! Shut up,
or I'll do it for you.

GIBBY: Easy, easy, easy!
My God!

Come on,
let's get out of here.

(SIRENS WAILING)

GIBBY: All right,
relax. Relax!

Hey!
Hold on!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I'll get you, you creep!

The trial starts tomorrow,
so you're going to have
to move fast on this.

You're defending
Davey Woodhull?

The state's case
is circumstantial,

but it's a good one
and I'm concerned.

You know, I never knew
you knew him.
You never mentioned it.

The cops picked him up
the day after the robbery
for running a red light.

Then everything just
sort of fell in on him.

He was wearing
an expensive wristwatch

that matched the one that was
reported stolen by the owner
of the disco.

Davey bought it
three years ago
in St. Louis,

but he can't prove it.
He doesn't have a receipt.

He can't even remember
the name of the store.

How could you not have
mentioned Davey Woodhull?

What?

Well, he's one of the most
promising running backs
in pro football.

He's also been charged
with murder one.

I'll get you an 8-by-10
glossy after the trial.
How's that?

Nasty, nasty.

Why don't you just tell me
what you want, huh?

Davey was with a girl
the night of the robbery.

She's his alibi.
She's done the vanishing act.

I want you to find her.

By tomorrow morning?

You waited
till the last minute,
didn't you?

I can put her
on the witness stand

anytime
during the trial.

And I didn't wait
till the last minute.

The cops have been
looking for her

and I've had
somebody on it.

What do you mean,
you had somebody on it?

The phone book's
full of PIs.

Oh, you were
my first choice, naturally,

but you were fishing.

You're always fishing.

Who'd you hire?

Do you want
the job or not?

For cash? Or against
what I owe you?

For cash.

Yeah, I want the job.

And I'm not
always fishing.

Sometimes
I watch football.

BETH: Jim,
this is Davey Woodhull.

ROCKFORD: Hi, Davey.
I've seen you play.

DAVEY: Not for LA.
I've spent most of
the season on the bench.

Jim...
He's not just
another glory guy.

I mean, he sticks
his nose down
in the dirt.

I saw you lay yourself out
for another running back.

You don't see that
too often.
Jim, please!

Okay, I'm sorry.
Come on, let's sit down.

Thank you.

Now, I think
we ought to start
off at Gibby's Place.

Isn't that where
you first met Doreen?

A few months ago.

Doreen Carpenter,
the girl I was with

the night Gibby's
got knocked over.

She must know
what's happening to you.

It's been in all the papers.
Why hasn't she come forward?

She's married.

Separated,
but they've got a kid
they've been hassling over.

Doreen spent the night
with Davey.

She can't get up in court
and admit that.

She'd see you
convicted of murder

to avoid
a custody battle?

She's got some dumb idea
she's gonna get the kid
into pictures or something.

You ought to see the kid.

Red hair,
teeth out to here.

He's only
four and a half.

If you could just find her,
tell her how important it is.

With her testimony,
the trial'd be over
like that.

Can you give me
some information?

Addresses?
Name of some friends?

Oh, I can. I'll give you
all the information
that I gave

your predecessor.

However this thing
turns out...

You're gonna be cleared,
Davey.

However it turns out,
it's taught me something.

I've been sidelined
all year.

Everybody's backing me.

Mr. Thorne,
the guys on the team,

and you.

They're your friends,
Davey.

We're your friends.

Well, he seems
like a nice guy.

He is a nice guy.

You're operating with
a pretty short fuse,
you know that?

I'm sorry.
I guess I'm tired.

You're a little
worried, too, huh?

Yeah.

There've been some
prejudicial leaks
to the press.

Scrapes Davey got into
as a kid.

It's not admissible
evidence in court,

but it's been printed
and it has an effect.

I need Doreen Carpenter.

I'll do the best I can.

Gibby's Place opens
for cocktails around 5:00.

All right,
I'll check that out,

and then I'll see you
at La Rue's for dinner?
About 7:00?

I'm a sucker for
a rotten disposition.

Thanks.
Can I take a rain check?

I got to be a legal wizard
in the morning.

Okay. I'll let you know
what I turn up.

Good afternoon.
Table or the bar?

Oh, bar's fine.
Righto.

I'm Gibby.

Since you're
the first customer
of the afternoon,

I waive
the entrance fee,

pour you one
on the house.

Hey, thanks, but...

(EXCLAIMS INSISTENTLY)

It's a tradition.
Brings me luck.

Didn't bring you
too much luck
the night of the robbery.

I read about it
in the newspapers.
It's a terrible thing.

Yeah.

Al.

Scotch, please.

They got
that lousy punk.

Yeah, they got him
right where he belongs.

Davey Woodhull?
Mmm-hmm.

I just can't believe
he did that.

Can't believe it, huh?
Who would know better
than me?

He ripped the wristwatch
right off my arm.

How can you be sure
it was Davey?

Didn't they say
in the papers

that they were
wearing ski masks?

Oh, I know Davey-boy.
Used to come in here.

Always with the big smile.
''How you doing, Pop?''

Can you believe that?
That's what he called me. Pop.

How old are you, Gibby?
40? 39? What?

Forty-three.
What's that...

I work out. What's that
got to do with anything?

Well, you know.

If you're 40, 60's old.

If you're 20, 40's old.

So, they must have
been young.

You were Pops to them.

That's really all you know.
That they're young.

I know that Davey Woodhull
knocked this place over.

And he killed a man
that never did anything
except pour a beer for him.

Now, he's gonna
pay for it. Oh, yeah.

And I'm gonna
see that he pays.

What if you're wrong, Gibby?
I'm not wrong.

Say,
who the hell are you?

I'm a customer.

Trouble, Gibby?

I asked the man who he is.
I'm not getting any answer.

You wanna call them off,
Gibby?

I mean, an assault beef
isn't going to be too good
for business.

''James Rockford,
Private Investigator.''

Private Investigator?

Why, you're working
for that scum!

Okay, so I'm working
for Davey Woodhull.

Is that any reason
to break my arms?

None better.
He has a right
to a defense.

He's got no rights
around here.

He also has an alibi.
Doreen Carpenter.

If he had an alibi,
he'd be out, buster.

Yeah, well,
we're having a little
trouble finding Doreen.

Too bad.

Listen, I want you to give
Davey-boy a message for me.

You tell him
I don't care

what kind of
high-priced talent
he's got working for him.

He did the job,
he pays for it.

And that's a promise.

All right,
throw the bum out.

No, wait a minute,
wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Before you
get rid of him,

I want you to show him
how he's working
for the wrong guy.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Who is it?

ROCKFORD: It's Jim.

Hi.

What happened to you?

Oh, Gibby was out for blood,
mine was available.

But I made a couple
of pretty good moves,
got out of it all right.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jim.

Hey, Beth,

wanna ask you
a question.

What kind of a case
does the D.A. have?

Every piece of evidence
I've told you about
can be explained away.

Like the car.

Davey's is the same make
and model used
the night of the robbery.

So are hundreds of others
in greater L.A.

Put that down.

Okay.

Well, what about the
blood-stained sweatshirt?

The blood type matches
that of the head bartender.

It's also Davey's
blood type.

He wore the sweatshirt
during practice,

he cut his lip.

What about Doreen Carpenter?
Did you get anything on her?

Oh, I got nothing from Gibby.
But I rang a few doorbells
on the way over

and none of her friends
have seen her.

But I'll get on it
in the morning.

Aren't you going
to open that?

No, And I don't want
to talk about it, either.

Okay.

I'll see you in
the morning, then, huh?

Jim?

I do want to
talk about it.

This is the third gift
they've sent.

Who?

The Harriet Bergstrom
Foundation.

And don't ask me
who they are,

because I never
heard of them.

They sent me this letter
about a week ago.

And then these gifts
started arriving.

''You're selected as
the possible recipient
of a Foundation grant...

''...dedicated to the
betterment of women.

''Complete liberation
in all areas,

''financial, social, sexual.''
What's wrong with that?

It's creepy, that's
what's wrong with it.

The first gift they sent me
was this art book.

Of nudes.

Now, there's nothing
wrong with the pictures.
It's art.

Well, there's a logo.

There's no letterhead.

I can't check out
the address.

This looks like a promotion.

What kind of promotion
would send out $30 art books?

And satin sheets.

That was the second gift.
Satin sheets.

And they fit.

My bed's queen size.
They're queen size.

Yeah, and the third gift
will probably offer you

an opportunity to buy
all the swampland in Florida.

I don't think
I want to know
what the third one is.

I'll tell you
something else.

I think I'm being watched.

Now, I know
that sounds paranoid,

but I get the feeling
like I'm being watched.

Well, if you aren't,
there's something wrong

with the male population
in this town.

I'm serious, Jim.

I know you are, honey.

And if I thought
there was something wrong,

I'd level with you,
wouldn't I?

I think you got
the pre-trial jitters.

You've been
working hard on this case.

You're just tired.

You know,
I hate to admit it,
but I think you're right.

I'm glad
I told you about it.

I don't think
I'd have slept
tonight at all.

All right, you get
a good night's sleep,

you'll be fine.

Thanks.
Yeah.

ROCKFORD.. ...Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

(BEEPS)

MAN.. She has
a very nice apartment.

(MAN SNICKERING)

Enjoy your date, Rockford?

(RINGING)

Hello.

MAN.. Tall, good-looking guy,

but his coat was torn.

(MAN LAUGHING)

Didn't stay long, did he?

(BUS Y SIGNAL DRONING)

(WHIMPERING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

ROCKFORD: Beth?
Beth, are you all right?

Oh! Oh, Jim.

Oh, my God.

(SOBBING)
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You got
a telephone call.

How'd you know?
I got one, too.

(STAMMERING) Jim,
there's this man watching me.

He's right outside
my bedroom window,
in the building opposite.

All right, all right.

There's no one
there now.

I'll talk to
the apartment manager.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.
Please don't leave me.

I'm sorry.
I'm a little rattled.

I just don't want
to be alone.

Okay, sweetheart.
Come on, now, sit down.
Sit down.

Tell me what happened.

Well,
after the telephone call,
I thought about that package.

And I thought,
well, I better open it.

And then I started to
get this funny feeling.

And I realized the drapes
were open so I went over
to close them and...

Saw somebody
looking in at you?

Jim, I'm not afraid
of anything I can see.

But I don't know who's
doing this to me, or why.

I can't fight a voice
on the telephone.

Okay.

I'll get in touch
with Dennis,

have him put a tap
on your phone.

I'll check out the high-rise
in the morning.
No.

I want to find out
who's doing this to me
and I want it stopped.

But you can't
give it top priority.

Psychos get top priority
with me.

I said no.

We are starting to take
testimony tomorrow morning
in a murder trial.

First, you have to find
Doreen Carpenter.

I have to?
Yes.

How about ''please''?

Please.

Okay, Counselor.

Davey said that Doreen
is a real stage mother.

So,

the kid will be registered
with one of the theatrical
agencies.

I'll check on it.

Jim.

You're staying, aren't you?

I'm staying.

And you
never saw Mr. Woodhull
wearing this wristwatch?

No, sir.

Now, you're absolutely
positive, Mr. Gunter,

that you never
observed the defendant

with that
particular wristwatch
in his possession,

either in the locker room
or on any social occasion?

Well, Davey's got a watch.

But I've never seen
this one before.

Thank you, Mr. Gunter.

No further questions.

JUDGE: Counsel
may cross-examine.

Miss Davenport.

Your Honor?

Do you wish to
cross-examine
the witness?

Yes, Your Honor.
One moment, please.

What was the last thing
Gunter said?

Are you all right?

Yes. What was
the last thing he said?

He said he never saw me
wear that watch before.

Are you sure
you're all right?
I'm fine.

Mr. Gunter,

you are a member
of the football team

to which Davey Woodhull
is under contract.

Do you consider yourself
a close personal friend?

Sure. We're buddies.

There's a distinction
between buddy

and close
personal friend.

You're out on
the practice field together,

you're together at games.

Do you see
each other socially?

Well, no, but...

Does Davey wear a ring?

I think I've seen...
Yes.

No.

I mean, I'm not sure.

A ring is highly visible.

A wristwatch,
on the other hand,

is often obscured
by a shirt cuff.

Now, you're positive
about the wristwatch,

but you're not sure
about the ring.
Is that correct?

Well, yeah, but...
No further questions.

No, he's too cute.
He looks too put-together.

He looks like he makes
$50,000 a year.

He made $75,000 last year.

I'm showing you
the cream of my client list.

For a national
advertising campaign

you can't afford to
go with an amateur.

You need a dedicated,
experienced actor.

Who's four-and-a-half
years old?

Some of my children
have grown up
in front of the camera.

Now, you cannot do better
than Danny Howell.

He's only three and a half,
but he can play four.

I know you've seen him.
He did that commercial

where the family writes notes
to the mother on toilet paper.

They thought,
because of his age,

they'd have to
go to an insert,

have a more adult hand
write the actual note.

Danny did it himself,
in one take.

Well,
he's cute as the dickens,
but I'm not looking for cute

and I'm not looking
for three and a half.

He can play four.

I'm looking for
four and a half.

Red hair, freckles,
and a serious overbite.

Nature's Naturals
is a real cereal
for real people.

We need a kid
with character.

Somebody who looks like
he'd run through a mud puddle

with his brand-new shoes on.

If you don't have a boy
that fits that description...

A serious overbite?

A woodchuck.

Well...

If you don't,
I'll have to keep on looking.

He doesn't have
any experience.

Of course,
you're looking
for a new face,

so his lack of exposure
is really a plus.

And there's not one ounce
of theatricality about him.

A boy's boy.
Real people.

Here he is.

Perfect.

Just look at
that overbite.

And he's exactly
four and a half.

I'd say he meets
your requirements,
Mr. Traynor.

Yeah. You're right.
He's perfect.

Tell you what, let's do.

I'd like to meet the mother,

see if we can set up
an appointment to see
the boy.

If he is the boy
in this picture,
you have a deal.

And a rich one,
I might add.

We're looking for
a national spokesman.

Yes, sir.
When you see that face,

you're going to think
Nature's Naturals.

Why don't we
call her right now?

Oh, his mother
moves around a lot.

I don't have a number,
but she calls in regularly.

Well,
all right, all right.
You have my number.

But the minute,
the minute you hear from her,

you have her
contact me, okay?

You'll be hearing,
Mr. Traynor.

Let's hope I hear in time.

MAN: Take the package.

What's it hurt
to wait a minute?

Well, if you don't take it,
I'm gonna leave it.

Oh, now, come on.
You can't do that.

I had him wait,
Miss Davenport.

Oh, thank you,
George.

Where'd you get it?

House on Olivet.

Do you remember
the address?

2218 South.

Who gave it to you?

Some guy.

Could you describe him?

Lady, the guy had 30 bucks.

I didn't take no inventory,
I took the 30 bucks.

A general description.

Blond.

Tall. I don't know.

How tall?

6' 2'', 6' 3''.

2218 South Olivet?

You got it.
Thank you.

Hang on to this for me,
will you, George?

There's something
I have to take care of.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

(GASPS)

(DOOR SLAMMING)

BETH: This is the room,
only the door was open.
Somebody closed it.

Oh, no.

No. There were pictures
all over the walls.

Those windows
weren't even there.
I saw them.

I'm sure you did.

I did!

They were put up with pins.
There's marks all over.

Well, whoever hired
that cab driver

wanted you
to have this address.

They wanted you to walk in
on this little shrine,

or whatever it is
they built for you.

You shouldn't have
come here alone, Beth.

I got mad.

I opened this package

and there was
this film projector
with a roll of porno film.

I got mad.

You gonna do
something, Dennis?
This thing is escalating.

I already put in a request
for a phone tap.

I'll run a check
on the Foundation.

Well, it's a phony.

I had Angel check it out
with the newspaper.

There was
a Mrs. Harriet Bergstrom.
She died a few months ago.

She was very rich.
Pasadena.

She was in her 70s,

hadn't been outside
her house in years.

She was not a member
of women's lib

and she didn't set up
any foundation.

It was just a name
somebody picked out
of the obits.

Is there anything
that you could classify
as a real threat to you?

You don't
call this a threat?

Legally, no.
It's harassment.
You know that.

There's nothing
we can do.

Well, we could try
and track him down
through the gifts.

We?
Well, put some
men on it, Dennis!

You know, find out
where the gifts
were purchased.

We might get a lead
on who bought them.

You know how many
man-hours that would take?

Yeah. That's why
I can't do it myself.

DAVEY: Blaise Mendocino.

Where'd she come up
with a name like that?

Poor kid.

Then it is
Doreen Carpenter's child?

Aren't many kids around
with a face like that.

Does that mean
you found Doreen?

No, not yet.
She's going to find me.

I talked to
the child's agent.

She said Doreen
checks in all the time

looking for
junior's big break.

I left a phone number.

But why would she call you?
You're a private investigator.

No. He's a producer
of television commercials.

He's looking
for a new star.

You know, I wish
you wouldn't tell me

when you misrepresent
yourself that way.

Can you think
of a better way
of finding her?

No, but...

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Miss Davenport, telephone.

Oh, thank you.
I'll be right back.

Is she all right?

What do you mean?

Well, she seems kind of...
I don't know.

Well, she's just under
a lot of pressure.
Goes with the job.

Yeah.

She's a neat lady.

Very neat.

Thank you.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hello?

MAN.. Is this Beth Davenport?

Is this Beth Davenport?

Yes.

Oh, I must have
the wrong number.

(MAN LAUGHING MOCKINGLY)

(PHONE CLICKS)

Well, what if
she doesn't call?

Relax, will you, Davey?

I left my dad's phone number
with the agency.

He's standing by.

If Doreen calls in,
he'll tell her
I call in every hour.

I won't miss it.

What's the matter?
What happened?

He called again.
Here.

(STAMMERING) Maybe he knows
that the police have a tap
on my line at home.

He knows everything else.
Where I am, who I'm with.

What is it?
What's going on?

Oh, somebody's been
making some nuisance calls.

They've been trying
to frighten her.

They've been doing
a darn good job of it, too.

So that's what's
been bothering you.

I knew
there was something.

I can't sleep.
I have to force
myself to concentrate.

Davey,
you are entitled
to competent counsel.

I don't know
how competent I am
under the circumstances.

Hey, I've got
no complaints.

Now, you walk Doreen
into that courtroom
and I walk out.

Now, Mr. Rockford said
she's bound to call.

Today, tomorrow
at the latest.

That's all we need.

Once the police confirm
Doreen's story on
the polygraph,

you won't have to
press for a dismissal.

I know it's not admissible,

but the D.A. will know
it's all over.

I suppose you're right.

I just don't like
what's happening to me.

It would be bad enough
at any time,

but in the middle
of a trial...

Beth, didn't all this start
just about the time
you took on Davey's case?

Yes.

You think the two
could be related?

To me?

Well, to your case.

If somebody
wants you convicted,

what better way
than to hassle
your attorney

so you don't get
a proper defense?

Gibby.

You heard him in court.

Swears that was his watch,
and it isn't.

Even says
he recognized my voice.

Well, it's a possibility.

He thinks you did it.

He's determined
to see you pay.

I never did a thing
to that man,

except spend
money in his place
like there was no tomorrow.

Gibby's worth
checking out.

First, I think I ought
to check in with Dad,
see if Doreen's called.

She's the answer to this.

And she's your
one sure way out.

That Doreen Carpenter said
she'd call you back
right after lunch.

How come you suppose
she hid out like that?

She could have freed
that boy weeks ago.

Well, I'll settle for
having her clear him now.

But why didn't she
come out with the truth
right in front?

As a student
of human nature, Rocky,

I'll give you
a very definite answer:

I don't know.

(RINGING)

Hello.

DOREEN.. Hello.
Is Mr. Traynor there, please?

He just this minute
came through the door.

Mr. Traynor!

(SOFTLY) Getting pretty
good at that, Rocky.

This is Mr. Traynor.

This is Blaise
Mendocino's mother.

I understand that
you would like to speak
to me about a commercial.

Yes, is he available?

If you'd like to see him,
I could have him in town
in two hours.

Then he's not with you?

No, he's staying
with his grandmother
in Chula Vista.

Maybe we could meet

and get some of
the preliminaries
out of the way.

Okay. Want me to
come to your office?

Oh, no, no, no.
It's a madhouse here.

We're gearing up
for a big campaign.

Maybe I could meet you
at your place,

just keep it informal?

Oh, okay. Sure...

What's that address?

It's 4615 Whitley Place.

Apartment 103.

I'll see you in about
a half an hour, then.

Half hour? Okay.

What's she gonna do
when she finds out

there ain't no big campaign?

She'll leave little Bobby
in Chula Vista,

where he'll probably
be a lot happier.

Miss Davenport,
this came for you
while you were at lunch.

Thank you, Jack.

Well, did you hear
from Mr. Rockford yet?

Not yet.

Didn't go too bad
this morning.

Who are they
gonna call next?

All rise. The honorable
W.T. Carroll presiding.

(GAVEL BANGING)
JUDGE: Be seated.

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

DOREEN: Mr. Traynor?
ROCKFORD: Yes.

Hi, come in.

It's sort of messy
and everything.

I told you,
it's just, you know,
temporary and everything.

Here, would you
like to sit down?

Oh, thank you.
Okay.

Do you want... No.

Listen, I found these
pictures of Bobby...
Blaise...

Bobby is a nice name.

You think so? Oh...

It doesn't have any pizzazz,
though, you know?

Doreen Carpenter
is a nice name, too.

How did you know my name?

I've been looking for you,
for Davey Woodhull.

This is a setup.

There isn't
any commercial.

Afraid not.

You have a lot
of nerve, mister.

Davey Woodhull is
being charged with murder.

I know.

And I'm supposed to
spring him.

You have to testify,
Doreen.

(SIGHS)

I know.

Okay. I know.
Okay, I'll testify.

Get down!

(GUN FIRES)

I know that.
We won't be able
to keep it in the record,

They won't admit
my testimony, Beth.
It's hearsay.

but I think
we can get it in.
That's all I want.

Once the jury hears
what you have to say,
they won't forget it.

Is it true
your prime witness
was killed, Miss Davenport?

No comment.

Kind of cooks your
client, doesn't it?
No comment.

MAN: Did Mr. Thorne hire you
to represent Davey?

I'll make a statement
at the end of the trial.
That's it.

WOMAN: Do you think
Davey's got a chance

without Doreen
Carpenter's testimony?

And you located the woman
Davey Woodhull claims

was with him
the night of the robbery?

I did.

That would be
Doreen Carpenter,

the woman the police
were unable to locate?

That's right.

And Mrs. Carpenter agreed

to accompany you
to the authorities?

That's right.

She was going
to testify that

she was with the defendant
on the night in question.

Hearsay.

Objection sustained.

Strike that from the record.

The jury is instructed
to disregard
Mr. Rockford's response.

Is Mrs. Carpenter
present in court?

She is not.

Can you tell us why,
Mr. Rockford?

She was on her way
to testify

and she was murdered.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(GAVEL BANGING)
JUDGE: Order, please. Order.

Order, please. Order.

Thank you.
No further questions.

Cross-examine,
Mr. Rosecrans?

No questions, Your Honor.

Gonna make this quick.

Chapman found out
I'm doing your
gumshoe work for you.

He's been
all over my case.

So make it quick.

I drew a blank
on that apartment
across from Beth's.

It's been vacant
for two months.

But the movie projector
paid off.

It's a Shisubi,
a Japanese import.

CountCo's got
an exclusive on it.

CountCo?
Yeah, it's kind
of a discount house.

Oh, oh, for county
employees, right?

County, state, firemen,
teachers, cops.
Peggy and I got a card.

I've been going
the wrong direction.

Big surprise.

No, I thought Gibby
was behind those presents,

but the owner
of a discotheque

doesn't qualify
for a CountCo card.

But how many
of those movie projectors

could they have sold
of that particular model,

in the last
couple of days?

You know,
we might get lucky.
Forget the ''we.''

There's five branches
of that store.

I did what I could.

I don't have
an official complaint,
nobody's been hurt.

Doreen Carpenter's
been murdered.

Well, you tie that
movie projector
to her death,

and I'll get Chapman
get a go-ahead.

Hey, he's watching me.
What do you want? My badge?

Okay, okay. I'll try
running it down myself.

It's a skimpy lead.

Yeah, I know
it's a skimpy lead, but...

If it's not Gibby,

who stands to profit the most
if Beth blows this case?

Davey? Are you
out of your mind?

I'm defending him.
His life is on the line.

What happens
if you lose?

He loses.

What happens if he claims
his counsel was incompetent?

Well, I'll admit I've been
a little distracted.

I might have slipped up
a couple of times,
but nothing serious.

I think I've mounted
the best possible defense
under the circumstances.

But what if he does claim
his counsel was incompetent.

What then, huh?

Oh, I suppose
they'd declare
a mistrial and...

He gets another shot
at another jury.

Second chance.

That is the most
ridiculous theory
I have ever heard.

Well, somebody's gone
to a lot of trouble
to psych you out,

and let me in on it.

I can testify
about the phone calls.

I can testify about the gifts,
how they upset you...

And Davey set it all up?

Arranged to have his own
best witness murdered?

Maybe he wasn't so sure
she'd hold up
under cross-examination.

Jim,
I'm not gonna even
discuss this anymore.

Okay, Beth. Yeah.

How much more of that
are you going to take?

There's not going
to be any more.

But I think you're right
about one thing.

It does have to do
with the trial.

Well, the case
goes to jury
tomorrow morning.

You think that's going
to be the end of it?

I mean, Davey's not dumb.

It'd be like
an admission of guilt.

Davey had nothing
to do with it.

Okay.
Come on, let's go.

Where?

I'm going to give you
a chance to convince me.

Go on, get your coat.

BETH: Just how long
are you going to
keep driving?

You're being watched.
I think it's about time

we found out
who's watching you.

And that's going to
convince you Davey had
nothing to do with this?

No. That's going to
convince you he did.

That does it.
Take me home.

Not yet.

Yeah.

He's been following us
ever since
we left your apartment.

3-7-3.
P-C-E. 3-7-3.

Aren't you going to
follow him?

No. Let him lose us.

Why?

You got a gun?

Of course not.

Well, neither have I.

You think he has?

He had one
when he killed Doreen
and it's the same car.

I got a good,
clean look at him
when he pulled the trigger.

Well, have Dennis
run the plate for you.

Oh, no, no, no.

Dennis is already in
enough trouble with Chapman.

No, I'll run it through
DMV in the morning.

But I can already tell you
what I'm gonna find.

If you're going to start
harping on Davey again...

I know
what I'm gonna find.

I'm going to find
a county employee
with a CountCo card

who recently bought
a movie projector

and is a very good friend
of Davey Woodhull's.

Now all I need to know
is where he works.

Down!

Set!

Drive!

Drive through!
Drive through!
Drive through!

All right, break!
Break!

Next two.

Set!

Down!

Drive!

Drive through! Drive through!
Drive through! Drive through!

Break! Break!

Next two.

Hey, Coach, I think
he busted something.

All right,
take a break, ladies.

Hi, Coach.

Okay, Andy...

Hey, what is this?
Get off the coach!

All right,
all right, all right.
Hold it, hold it.

One of you guys
call the cops.

I'm working out of Tulsa
on an extradite.

Hey, what's going on,
mister?

You just call the cops,
son.

Call Sergeant Becker.
The Hollywood division.

You should have worn
your ski mask, Coach.

This time
there's an eyewitness.

They can't burn Davey
for this one.

He was locked up.
Doreen Carpenter's
all yours.

Like hell she is.
Try proving it.

It wasn't even my idea.

Oh, sure, Coach.
He told me to do it.

Yeah? Why?
She was his witness.

When the cops picked Davey up,
he just pulled Doreen's name
out of a hat.

He knew that
she'd skipped out
on her old man,

gone to Detroit.

He was just stalling.
He figured it was safe.

Yeah, until
she hit town again.

She told me she was
going to testify for him.

Davey told me
to buy her off.
I bought her off.

And then he gets nervous,
thinking that...

(SOFTLY) Thinking that
maybe she's gonna flunk
the lie-detector thing.

It was his idea.

The whole mess
was his idea!

All right, come on, fellas.
Break it up. Break it up.

Well?
What do you think?

They're looking at you.
That's usually a good sign.

I've given up
trying to figure juries.

Mr. Foreman,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will you read
the verdict?

''The State v. David Woodhull.

''We, the jury,
find the defendant
not guilty.''

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Court is adjourned.

You're free, Davey.
Yeah.

You know, I think
I was more nervous
than you.

What's to be
nervous about?

Well, it could have gone
the other way.

Oh, you mean guilty?
It could have.

Then I'd have had to
ask for a new trial.

What do you mean?

Well, you know
how upset you've been.

All those phone calls
and those creepy gifts.

How did you know
about the gifts?

I never said anything
about them.

No kidding? Are you sure?

You know, you've been
really distracted.

Maybe you forgot.

I never mentioned them.

Hey, take it easy.
Everything's cool.

You did it to me.

You wanted the option
of a mistrial.

You did it.

Hey, they really got
to you, didn't they?

You're getting paranoid.

(REPORTERS CHATTERING)

WOMAN: May we have
a statement, Miss Davenport?

BETH: No comment.

MAN: You mean you don't
want to crow a little
about that verdict?

I said, no comment.
DAVEY: Hey, guys,
take it easy, huh?

She's tired.
She's done
a terrific job.

And I want her to know
how much I appreciate it.

I'll be talking to you
later, Beth.

How about you,
Davey?

Well, folks,
I'm grateful.

I'm grateful
to Miss Davenport

for the all the help
she's given me,

and to Mr. Thorne,
the owner of the team.

But all I want right now
is I want to play football.

Well, they got
a good ball club
at San Quentin.

You'll like it.

What do you mean?

Your friend,
the coach.

David Woodhull,
you're under arrest.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

WOMAN:
Sergeant Becker, give a hint
as to what this is all about.

Does this mean
that the judgment
in this case is...

MALE REPORTER..
And this afternoon,

a spokesman
for the Los Angeles
Police Department

Dennis,
you look pretty good!
released an
official statement.

Shh. Turn it up.

The Los Angeles Police
Department is issuing
the following statement.

''We have the sworn statement
of Preston Garnett,

''athletic coach
at Foreman High School,

''that David Woodhull
planned and helped execute

''the robbery
of Gibby's discotheque.

''We have a log
of telephone calls
made by Mr. Woodhull

''during his incarceration
at county jail

''to Mr. Garnett,

''during which
the alleged murder

''of Doreen Carpenter
was planned.

''The Department will issue
further information

''regarding the case

''as the details
become available. ''

Why didn't you
lift your head?

I can't see your face
bending over that paper
that way.

It's a prepared
statement.

REPORTER.. That was
Sergeant Becker of the
Los Angeles Police Department.

According to
reliable sources,
Davey Woodhull,

promising running back
for L.A.,

is, at this very moment,
making a full confession

for his part in the robbery
and double murder.

Yeah,
don't count on it.

I did more than that.

What'd you do?
Wave to Peggy?

Well, they cut out
some of my best stuff.

Well, it's all over now.

Not till
I figure him out.

Hey, look.
He was sitting
on the bench,

and he was
probably going to stay there
until they dropped his option.

You know, if you
can't have the glory,

sometimes money
makes a good substitute.

You feel like picking up
that rain check on dinner?

As a matter of fact,
I just feel like going home.

Suits me.

Hey, uh,

later, you guys.