All language subtitles for The Rockford Files S05e14 The Battle-Ax And The Exploding Cigar_prob3

You got anything on me? Rockford.
The name's James Rockford.

You know, with any luck,
that guy's gonna eat it for all of us.

He's with the
National Intelligence Agency.

Oh, wonderful.
Wonderful!

The fix is in,
top to bottom.

She and I,
and possibly you,

are just hard-luck pawns that
stumbled into the wrong game.

There goes my case
right out to sea.

Well, there's no way
to stop it.

Are you kidding?
I'll sink it if I have to.

This is Jim Rockford,

At the tone, leave your name and message.
Hi get back to you.

Miss Hallroy, City Federal.
Your last check still hasn't arrived,.

It's impossible
for us to lose checks,.

So unless we receive full payment
by noon today, we'll foreclose.

Do you know
what day today is?

The first day of the rest of your life.
That's how I look at it.

We're right at
the start of day one.

Everything back there is just so
much spilt milk under the bridge.

But up ahead...

Well, that's
a brand-new ball game.

Yeah, that passenger's got
a pint of booze, all right.

There he goes,
he's hoisting it again.

Looks like we're gonna have to haul
our butts out into the heat again.

Y-40, here's your wants and warrants

on a 1975 Cadillac,

license number 876,
Opel Mary William,.

The car is reported
as a Canoga Park stolen.

Oh, great.

Mr. Petrankus.

Bernie. Bernie.

Chug-a-lug it, Bernie.
Make it empty.

I told you not to
drink in here.

Put it...

Keep your hands in view and
get out of that vehicle now!

What?
Just do it.

Move it. Get out of that car
and put your hands on your head.

Hey, what is this?

How fast were
we going, huh?

Shut up.

Hey, have you guys read
the constitution recently?

Well, there's not
a whole lot in there

about stolen cars,
now is there?

Stolen?

See, we got what here
is probable cause,

and that makes it kinda nice,
'cause we can go all the way.

Get down here.

Ben, pop the trunk.

Holy Leroy!

Well, what is it
with my luck?

I asked for a lawyer.
Where's John Cooper?

Out of town on business.
He sent me.

That should be
recommendation enough.

Well, no offense, son,
but how old are you?

Age isn't the critical
factor here.

What should be important is
that I went to Harvard Law.

Good. Do you have
any Harvard answers?

Right.

Now, I would say,
just tell it like it was.

Get your story
down for the record.

Meantime,
they'll print the car and guns,

that'll substantiate,
and you should be golden.

Just tell it
like it was, huh?

What do you think
I should say?

I didn't know
the guns were loaded?

I didn't know
the trunk was loaded?

You don't have to
make it so...

Yeah. That's what you're
gonna wind up saying.

Hey, wait a minute,
you can't go in there.

It's all right, honey.

Yeah?

I understand you're covering
the Cadillac gun bust.

Who are you?

Tony Musia, ATF.
Treasury Department.

The FBI can handle things.

Hey, hang loose a minute.
Treasury's got a righteous interest here.

Alcohol, tobacco
and firearms.

Look, we'll wrap this up
in-house.

Then we'll shoot you a
copy for your files. Okay?

That way
you'll be covered.

Unacceptable.

You just bumped into
the tip of the iceberg.

Five will get you ten,

those guns
are part of a truckload

that disappeared from Fort
Grant in Nevada last month.

And the FBI isn't about to hand over an
open-and-shut in an interstate felony.

Don't give me
any of that shuck.

You fell into this
because of the stolen car.

Everybody in this building knows
the FBI jumps hot car busts.

That's what keeps you looking
good on the year-end stats.

Okay.

If you wanna do some good,

then go in that first interrogation
room and get Petrankus' story.

He was just the passenger.
He may or may not be involved any deeper.

All right. That's more like it.
Good to be on board.

You've had some experience
with firearms, huh?

Oh, about two months.
Before that, I was mostly in tobacco.

Mary Ann, get Rockford in here
and bring along your notepad.

You ready to answer
some questions?

I don't know what to say.
I've never been arrested before.

Should I talk to
a lawyer first?

Depends on whether you've
got something to hide or not.

If you don't,
why bother?

Excuse me, Jeannie?

I'm Stacy.

Sure you are.
Could you do me a favor?

I don't know.
If I can.

Take some
dictation for me?

I'm not really
authorized to...

I could really be
in a lot of trouble

if I don't get back
to the pool right away.

Oh, you'll get back. It won't take
that long. Just an arrest statement.

I was on my way home
from Vegas.

I was tapped out,
except for some change, you know?

Sol looked up over
my sun visor,

and there was
this brochure.

You know the kind
of thing, it's...

Two free drinks,
a roll of nickels,

eight lucky bucks,
that kind of thing, you know.

I figure, it's not too
far off the beaten path,

so I'll drop by,
and maybe turn my luck around.

What was the name
of this place?

The Last Chance.

Well, I'd never been
on a junket before,

and it sounded like
a lot of fun.

Well, I signed the card

and I got a 200-dollar
line of credit.

That helps me make
it through the night.

But then the sun came up,
and I was tapped out again,

so I decided to hang it
up and head for my car.

But the parking-lot attendant
won't give me the keys.

So, I'm about ready to
waltz him around the lot,

when these two
thumb-busters step up

and say
the car's collateral.

That they keep it right there
until I come back with the 200.

So I'm sitting
in the Mother Lode.

That was the name of the place
I was having my last free drink.

So I swallow my pride along with
it and try to bum a ride home.

He says he'll give me
a ride to LA.

In his Cadillac.
But I didn't realize the catch was...

That I was gonna drive,
and he'd never stop talking.

Then he started talking
weird, something about

a truckload
full of poppers.

He was just about to put
me to sleep at the wheel...

When the two policemen
stop him.

Boy, I'll never say anything disparaging
about an officer of the law again.

What is it?

Oh, Mrs. Bateman.
Can I help you?

You can be of great help to
me, Mr. Spelling,

if you will
simply comply

with the departmental guidelines
regarding steno services.

You'll have to excuse me,
but I'm at somewhat at a disadvantage.

Could you tell me
what you're referring to?

I am referring to the unauthorized
use of pool personnel.

I am afraid I'm still in the dark on
this, Mrs. Bateman.

I have it on good authority
that one of my secretaries

has been recruited
by your staff

without requisition
and without my approval.

Well, it could have been that
fellow Musia from Treasury.

Treasury?

Well, yes, he's interfacing
with us on this weapons case,

and those ATF boys have been
known to bend the rules.

Which office is he in?

First one
down the hall.

I, for one,
am really glad that's settled.

You just talk guns.

Mr. Donnegan.

Excuse me.
You going in?

No, I just came down
to use the bathroom.

The one upstairs is busted.

One goes to the FBI, one to ATF,
and the original goes to Records.

And the same for the statement
when you get it transcribed.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Bateman.

Stacy, I want to see you
in my office, immediately.

Oh, well,
first I have to go up to...

Immediately.
Do you understand?

You can't just barge in here
during an interrogation.

I have nothing
to discuss with you now.

We'll take this up
at another time.

After I have
filed a report.

Well, I guess that wraps us up for
now, Mary Ann.

Have Musia
get a marshal in here

and take Rockford and his buddy
over to county for the night.

Oh hey, come on,
now, Spelling,

I just told you the whole story.
I leveled with you.

Tallafero, what do you got
to say about all this, huh?

I don't know
what to say. I'm...

I'm very discouraged.

Discouraged.

Petrankus, Bernard I.

Yeah! Yeah!

Let's go.
You got a roll-up.

Hey, Deputy?
Deputy?

Hey, Deputy, down here.

Hey, Deputy, you got anything on me?
Rockford.

The name's James Rockford.
You got anything on me?

"Hey, you got anything on me?

"I'm Jim Rockford!"

They got nothing
on me either, Rockford.

I checked out the samples.
I'll buy.

Where's the hardware?

Stashed.

Hey, those are what you call demonstrators.
Not for sale.

I get them back,
you get the factory merchandise, you dig?

The FBI got them.

They what?

I got popped on a hot car beef.
They found them in the trunk.

You stole a car to
haul my pieces around?

No. It belonged
to my ex.

She gets lushed up, she decides
she hates me. Phones it in stolen.

Hey, well, that still don't explain
why you walkin' around here,

smokin' them squares
instead of sawdust.

Civil rights loophole
when they opened the trunk.

Illegal search and seizure.
Trash-canned the bust.

Hey, look, I still want
that whole truckload.

Well, it's got to be
by midnight tonight.

I don't dig these
new happenings.

And you bring
an extra 10 grand.

Hey, hold on.
You already said 75,000.

Well, that was before you
started sleep in' with the pigs.

Okay.

Is he in?
Is he expecting you?

Never mind, honey,
he'll see me.

Hey, what is this?

Just what do you think you're
doing, cruising in here like that?

I didn't send
for you, did I?

I wanna talk
about Petrankus.

Well, that's different.
I'll get a steno in here.

Just forget
the game, huh?

I spent a lot of time and
hard-earned money getting bailed out.

Now I want to know
what you did with him.

I put him in jail,
same as you.

And then you cut him loose.
What is he, some kind of bait?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I didn't cut
anybody loose.

Oh no? Then Petrankus
just ascended, huh?

Huh?

I don't want to hear
from "huh", Spelling.

When my lawyer
bailed me out,

he said some things that
really distressed me.

Petrankus is not
scheduled for a prelim,

and then when
he tries to find out why,

the jail operator says
there is no computer record

of any Petrankus ever
being checked in or out.

Look, I really don't know what
you're talking about, Rockford.

But, now, if we can
find Patty Hearst,

give us a day or two
on this one, okay?

There's no record of him
ever being in jail!

Which already makes your case
on me look better by default.

Hey, humor me, huh?

I think I'd feel a lot better if I
could prove that he was here yesterday.

Well, there's a file on him with his
fingerprints in it, the statement he made.

It's on microfilm,
it's been put in the computer.

Do you have
a copy of it?

Well, not in
front of me, no.

Well, why?
It's an active case, isn't it?

Well, I guess it hasn't
been sent out yet.

Maybe it got hung up
somewhere.

Then how do we trace it?

Now, look.

I've got about 340 cases
here in front of me,

including a robbery on
Cal Bank's central branch,

so we don't
do anything.

Now if you're concerned
about your future,

then you go check at
Repro or the steno pool.

An ATF agent handed it to one
of the gals for processing.

A Stacy Hutchins, so go talk to Mrs.
Bateman.

This is the federal
government, huh?

Now I know why my old man got
111 Medicare cards sent to him.

Not one of them
had his name on it.

Mary Ann, give me the county jail.
Sergeant Gainey.

It is important
that you understand

the official position of the
department on this matter.

It is not the act of
pilfering that concerns us,

it is the attitude
that condones it.

That presumes it's all right, because
no individual is deprived of anything.

But it is the individual
that comprises this system.

And we are each,
to some degree,

diminished by the crime
against the whole.

So it is imperative that we
stop this filching of supplies.

We are policing the
members of the staff

for their own good and for
the good of the department.

And we must encourage them
to police each other.

Wait here.

Yes, ma'am.

Is there something...

Oh, Mrs. Bateman.
Stafford, Personnel.

Just a spot check
on absenteeism.

Nothing official,
so don't worry.

Could you tell me why this one's
out, please?

I'm not sure there's the least
justification for your being here.

Oh, well, the formal record-gathering
is somewhere down the road.

But there was
a meeting this morning

and I thought,
with some preliminary data,

we could draw a
cause-and-effect parallel,

and give us a head start on
the whole evaluation process.

Will you come into
my office, please?

Surely.

Now, I assure you,
I'm just collecting numbers.

I'm not
pointing any fingers.

Now, this Stacy Hutchins
is the only one absent?

Yes.
She's on sick leave.

Are you certain?

Of course
I'm certain.

Her father called in
for her this morning.

I took
the call myself.

But you're
out of order.

I do not submit to inspection
without previous notice.

Well, thank you
very much, Mrs. Bateman.

You seem to run
a very tight ship here.

Mrs. Bateman?
Yes?

I don't mean to meddle
where I'm not welcome...

Oh, no,
what is it, what is it?

Well, Stacy's parents
both live in Kansas City.

She mentioned it
the other day at lunch.

Are you sure?
Oh, yes, ma'am.

She said she didn't have
any relatives in California.

It's got to be
by midnight tonight.

I don't dig
these new happenings.

And you bring
an extra 10 grand.

Hey, hold on.
You already said 75,000,

Well, that was before you
started sleep in' with the pigs,.

Just what the hell were
you trying to do out there?

Keep the lid
on the case of cigars.

How? By changing
the time frame?

You just violated
an agency parameter.

It's a stress situation.

You either relieve the pressure
or you push it to the limit.

Hey, you've read
this guy's profile.

Now, you push him too far, this
cigar's liable to blow up in our face.

I had to get
Petrankus' mind

off that vaudeville routine we
pulled at the jail last night.

I've got him
thinking about me now.

I gave him
somebody to hate.

This is an update
from Echo Three.

Petrankus has a logistics
problem with the boat.

He may not be able to meet
your midnight deadline.

There's just
too many complications.

First the stolen car,
then the steno with the file.

You know, actually,
considering what we fell into,

the Company's gonna come out
of this smelling like a rose.

I mean, we've even got a
sponsor on the Cadillac.

What's that
guy's name?

Rockford.
Yeah. Rockford.

You know, with any luck,
that guy's gonna eat it for all of us.

Who's backing me up tonight
at the warehouse?

Well, it looks like you're gonna
have to recruit somebody by yourself.

Say what? No partner?

You expect me to deal
with Petrankus by myself?

Look, I'm gonna be completely
honest with you, Watkins.

We're having a hard time
finding black guys we can trust.

Yeah?

Well, now, I think
that's vice-versa.

I just talked to Records. They don't
have one scrap of paper on Petrankus.

Same with Distribution,
nothing's been processed.

But I gave it
to that girl.

Now I'm getting a very sick
feeling about all of this.

I called my guy at County.
He couldn't turn a thing.

It's like Petrankus
was never there at all.

The fix is in,
top to bottom.

I don't wanna think about what it
takes to jerk that many strings.

Look, why don't
you talk to the steno?

I mean, maybe there's a note
on her desk or something.

Good morning, Jill.

Morning, Mrs. Bateman.

Busy day?

Yes, ma'am.
They all are.

I was hoping you could help
me, Mr. Donnegan.

I'm checking up on one of my
girls, Stacy Hutchins.

What seems
to be the problem?

Well, her father called in this
morning and said that she was sick.

But her father
lives in Kansas.

Well, it sounds to me like
you've got a personnel problem.

No, no. I pride myself on knowing
my staff better than that.

Stacy might have told me that
she was taking the day off,

but she would never
have bothered to lie.

What are you bringing
this in here to me for?

Well, I think you may be one of
the last people in the building

to have seen her
yesterday.

What do you mean?

You were watching her
in the hallway downstairs.

Well, now,
I don't recall.

You got in
the elevator with her.

I thought you might remember
what floor she got off on.

Mrs. Bateman,

I assure you that I have
absolutely no interest

in the comings and goings
of your employees.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a luncheon date I have to confirm.

Jill, you should leave
for lunch on time.

That way, you won't come
back from lunch late.

Yes, ma'am.

We've got another problem
on the cigar shipment.

That old battle-ax
from the steno pool.

I think we've got to give
her a vacation, too,.

And do it quickly,
before anyone starts listening to her.

What do you figure?
Rockford's taking the fall

so Petrankus can move the
rest of the ordinance?

Yeah, maybe.

But any way
you look at it,

there's some heavy machinery
involved here. But who?

Why don't we just sit on
Rockford's place for a while?

See what kind of
company he keeps.

You got any friendlies
in the area?

Women usually
just wear the tops.

Oh!

Oh, Mr. Stafford!
What are you doing in Stacy's apartment?

I'm snooping.
But not near as efficiently as you.

I should call the police
and have you arrested.

Well, good,
why don't you do that?

I'd be interested in hearing
how you explain to them

what you're doing
in Stacy's apartment.

I am not
stealing anything.

Then what
are you doing?

This is Echo Two.
I'm in position.

Well, it looks to me like she hasn't
been home in a couple of days.

What makes
you think so?

Oh, she left a pound of
hamburger out to thaw.

It's getting
a little funky.

That's not exactly
evidence of foul play,

but it does
make you wonder.

Is there anything that you know
that might help us find her?

No, not really.

Well, I don't think we should
stay around here any longer.

Is your car out front?

No. I took a taxi.

Could I give you
a lift back to work?

No,
that'll be all right.

I'll catch the bus.

Cat burglars
don't usually depend

on the RTD for any
kind of quick getaway.

Echo Two to LC One.
Subject is present, repeat present.

Leaving premises with unidentified
male Caucasian. Advise.

Echo Two,
this is LC One,

Maintain mobile surveillance,
but not too closely. Do you copy?

That's a roger, LC one.

I'll make a deal
with you, Mrs. Bateman.

I'll tell you my dream,
if you tell me yours.

What do you mean?

Well, my name isn't
Stafford, it's Rockford.

And I'm looking for Stacy because
of my welfare as much as hers.

Well, she has the key that
might keep me out of the slam.

That's very important
right now,

since somebody's working
overtime to put me there.

I'm not sure
I understand any of this.

Well, I'm not altogether
sure I do either.

But I have this
gut-level nausea that...

She and I,
and possibly you,

are just hard-luck pawns that
stumbled into the wrong game.

What is it
you do anyway?

I'm a private investigator.

Oh.

Well, I suppose that entitles you
to engage in fanciful speculation.

Yeah, it's a great
vantage point.

Put your ears on.
Let's get a reading.

Ah, Colonel Huxley.

Light colonel, retired.

Agent Spelling, FBI.

We appreciate the use
of your facility, sir.

Well, I'm glad to be of service.
There's no problem.

And I'm also glad you're finally
after that Rockford fellow.

You know, one night,

Martha and I came out of
the restaurant down there,

and he was doing bat-turns
in the parking lot.

Now, that's the truth.

Looks like
we got some activity.

I think that's his father.

I've seen him around
there a lot.

You know, I believe in minding my
own business as much as the next guy,

but there's a place where you
just have to draw the line, hmm?

Hey! He's coming out.

Pearce, tag along
with the old man.

If he takes you home,
tap his line and patch it in here.

All right.

We'll get Rockford
coming or going.

That's not my house.
It's the one with the Camellia bushes.

You mean the one
with the blue car

across the street with
the guy sitting in it?

Do you live alone,
Mrs. Bateman?

What kind of a question
is that?

There's no Mr. Bateman?

I lost my husband
in the war.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was along time ago.

Well, they're watching
your house.

I just don't know what's
in store for you next.

Mr. Rockford, you're not going to
frighten me with talk like that.

Okay, then I'll just drop
you off at your house.

No, no.

There's this man in the
building, a Mr. Donnegan.

I went to see him
this morning

because I remembered that yesterday,
he had been watching Stacy.

Well, first he tried
to alibi her absence,

and then he just
became totally rude.

And that made me
suspicious, so I...

Well, I happened to hear
him on the telephone

and he was telling
a man to abduct me.

I couldn't
believe my ears.

But when I went out
to get my car,

there were two men
waiting there.

And I actually had to
sneak out of the building.

Who's this Mr. Donnegan?
What does he do?

I'm not sure.

But he's with the
National Intelligence Agency.

Oh, wonderful.
Wonderful!

But...

But it does play.
I mean, the guns, the files, Petrankus.

He must be their pigeon.

They framed me just to
keep him on the bricks.

But why?

Well, I don't know.
Maybe they aren't ready to burn him yet.

Maybe they're setting him
up for something bigger.

Maybe anything.

And maybe we should
just call the police.

Oh, and say what?

That the National Intelligence
Agency is following us?

I don't wanna walk
in there with that one.

Not unless we had
something a little harder.

What do you mean?

I want you to
take a memo.

Motor Vehicle Department,

request name of
registered owner,

vehicle license number

517 OMW.

Thank you.
That'll be all for the day.

You got a dime?

Here.

Los Angeles,
Golden West Tobacco.

The address is a PO box.

Yes.

All right.
Yes, thank you.

No listing. It's probably
an agency front.

Jill.

Who's Jill?

Donnegan's secretary.

She can verify the name
and give us an address.

Why would she wanna help us?

Because she's one
of my employees.

All secretarial personnel
are answerable to me.

Oh.

Where do we find her?

Mrs. Bateman!
Oh, hello, Susan.

I'm sorry
to barge in like this,

but I need to
talk to Jill.

What are you doing here?

I was hoping
you could help us.

We need
some information.

Forget it, Jill.

You don't have to
kiss her feet anymore.

It's too late.

You've been shot right
out of the box, lady.

And it couldn't have
happened to a nicer gal.

I'm sorry, Susan, I really don't
know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about you.

You're on your way down
the tubes with the rest...

Susan.

That's enough.

They found some files
in your desk.

Top secret papers that are missing
from Naval Intelligence, and...

You've been suspended until
they complete an investigation.

We're having
a little celebration.

Please, don't join us.

Look, why don't you just
back off a little, all right?

Margaret's taking over
the pool.

We came here because
of Stacy Hutchins.

What about Stacy?

Well, there's a chance that
she may have been kidnapped

by the same people who are
trying to discredit Mrs. Bateman.

Don't listen
to them, Jill.

She's just trying to pull
her own fat out of the fire.

I don't understand.
I mean, what do you want from me?

We'd just like some answers to
a few questions, that's all.

Don't tell them
a thing.

This is my apartment too,
and I want them out.

Look here,
if you would like to help Stacy,

maybe even
save her life,

you can call me
at this number.

Any time, day or night.

Thank you.

It seems to me you've been
framed in a fairly slipshod manner.

I wouldn't worry
too much about it.

I'm not worried.

You can't work in
a building for 30 years

without making contacts
in the right places.

I can be reinstated
tomorrow.

The thing
that bothers me is

how anyone could give credence to
such a story in the first place.

Ah, well, people are
always willing to believe

the worst
about somebody they...

Well, that they...

They hate? Is that it?

Like Susan back there.

They were just waiting for the opportunity
to get rid of the old battle-ax.

Ah, well, now, I don't know how
much truth there is to that.

I have
never been unfair

or overly demanding
on my employees.

All I have ever required

was an honest day's effort
in return for their salary.

And as a result I have
been able to pride myself

in an efficient
and functional department.

Is there anything
so horrible in that?

No, no, I guess not.

As long as it doesn't become
the sole reason for living.

Come right on in, folks.

Find yourselves a chair, any place.
Make yourself at home.

I'm sorry this place
is such a mess here.

Why didn't you tell me you
were bringing someone over?

Oh, it's just a
spur-of-the-moment thing, Dad.

We hadn't been planning
that much ahead.

Are you a client
of Jimmy's, ma'am?

No.

No, Mrs. Bateman,
or rather Eleanor,

and I just kind of bumped
into each other this morning.

Turns out we have a
few friends in common.

Oh, would you like
something to drink?

Something cold or
maybe a cup of coffee?

Would you have some
wine, by any chance?

Would I have some wine
by any chance?

I got some of
that Liefenbrau stuff.

You know,
the kind that's so good with fish.

I'm gonna have a glass myself.
How about you, Sonny?

Oh yeah, yeah.
Sure, Dad, thank you.

Did you say
it was Liebfraumilch?

Uh-huh.
Yeah.

There's a TV
special on at 10:00

I've been waiting
all week to see.

It's about them
Portuguese fishermen.

You know, they put to sea
for six months at a time,

and fish from them
little dory boats.

Why don't you stick around
and watch it with me?

Thank you,
I'd like that.

All right, fine.

Jim called you "Mrs. Bateman."
What does your husband do?

Oh, I lost him
during the...

He left me when I was 22.
I haven't seen him since.

Hello?
Hello, Mr. Rockford?

It's Jill.

What can I do
to help Stacy?

It's Jill.

Yeah, well, Jill,
have you ever heard the name "Petrankus"?

Yes. Well,
I've seen paper on him,

I think
he's a distributor.

Of what?
Cigars.

Cigars? And he works
with your office?

I don't know.
I think he's a...

A tobacco wholesaler.

Well, do you know
what territory he covers?

Well, he's out
of the country a lot.

Customers?

Well, anybody
who smokes, I guess.

Jill, look,
you're being very cryptic.

What is this guy?

What do you know about
Golden West Tobacco?

Well, you won't say you
heard it from me, will you?

No, I promise.

I really don't know anything
about this Petrankus.

But I think that Golden West is a...
You know, a...

A front.

Do you have an address?

3817 South Figueroa,

Yeah?

Rockford's got some tie-in
with Golden West Tobacco.

He was talking
to some girl,

but I don't know where she
fits or who she's attached to.

They mentioned Petrankus
and some cigar operation.

Tobacco, huh?

You know, I'm beginning to get a strong
whiff of our Agency friends here,

Let's see what the tobacco
company has in stock.

You think
that's the way to go?

We“, use
your head' Mush.

If the Agency's got something
going and haven't advised us,

then all we're gonna get if we
ask some questions is triple talk.

They'd love
to ice us out,.

All they care about is looking
good on the year-end stats.

Right.

My guess is that "cigars" is
their euphemism for "guns."

The Agency doesn't want Petrankus
on the streets to deal them.

I don't even think
the FBI is involved.

What are you going to do?

Well, I think I'll cruise
down to Golden West

and see if they carry
any US Army cigars.

I'm going with you.

Hey, what is this?

Well, looks like we're just
in time for the curtain.

You're jumpin'' the gun
a little bit, ain't you?

Just keep your hands
on the wheels.

The guns in there?

Just close the door
and let's go.

Just follow the jeep.

You're gonna
take in the shots.

Now, look, man,
we made a deal.

Now, I ain't crossed
you or nothin'.

What's the matter
with you, anyway?

No, you tried
to jack me up, boy.

Nobody jerks me
around like that.

I didn't even get a kiss.

Okay, okay. Just tell me what I
can do to make it up, all right?

Too late now.

I don't like dealing
with your kind of people.

There goes Rockford.
He must be tailing them too.

Well, let's fall in behind.
But don't get too close.

We don't have
a parade permit.

That's it. Okay.

Take out a few pieces, load them
up, and be ready to cover.

They
brought Watkins along.

Something's wrong.

Maybe not. Let's see
how it plays out.

Okay, climb aboard.
Climb aboard!

Why? What for?

You're going
for a ride.

At least halfway.
Move!

Climb aboard.

What are we gonna do?

Well, there's nothing we can do.
The boat's got to sail.

We don't know that
they're gonna kill Watkins.

That's right, we don't.

Well, Petrankus
just got on that boat.

There goes my case
right out to sea.

Well, there's no way
to stop it.

Are you kidding?
I'll sink it if I have to.

Anything to keep him
from shoving off.

Do you think
you can drive my pickup?

Yeah.

All right. You take it and
call the police, all right?

All right.

You head him off,
I'll take the old broad.

Call the Coast
Guard and the police,

and have them
seal off the area.

Get some of our people
down here.

Get out of that truck!

Hold it right there.

Hi!

It was very foolish of you to come
out here like this, Mrs. Bateman.

An old lady like you wandering
around here at midnight.

You could have an accident.
Now, let's go.

Yeah. And it's a good thing
you were here to help her.

Okay, come on.

What's going on
down there?

I don't know.

I can't make out
who those people are.

Let's proceed down there
on our own, slowly.

Oh come on, shove off!
Get those guns out of here!

Where are they going?
To the Third World.

Petrankus sells guns to revolutionaries
in South America and Africa.

And you're interfering with a
classified government mission, buster.

The Agency furnishes arms to
communist revolutionaries?

This is the FBI.

We have you surrounded.

Drop your weapons,

walk to the center of the pier
with your hands on your heads.

No.

Well, we were
supplying those guys.

They were defective,
loaded cigars.

The communists waste their money
on these useless materials,

undercuts
their own reserve.

You guys actually sit around
and think these things up?

Get...

This is the
United States Coast Guard Cutter.

Hold on.

Maintain your position.

Okay, you can take these two
gentlemen along with you.

I haven't figured out
all the complaints yet,

but ADW and conspiracy to
commit ought to do for starters.

You're the one
that's in trouble here.

Are you the one behind
this fiasco, Donnegan?

You and the FBI could end up with a
whole lot of egg on your face, Spelling.

Me?
This was a circus!

And you seemed
to have forgotten

which country
you were in tonight.

Creep! You were gonna let
me sleep with the sharks!

I ought to
take your head off!

We all knew the risks
when we signed up, Watkins.

You can't give me that.

Somebody give me
a tape recorder.

We'll get you
one, my friend.

Mr. Donnegan,
where is Stacy Hutchins?

She should be home
in bed.

Those were the orders.
Termination at midnight.

Oh.

Well, I guess everything's
back to normal.

Dick, this has been the most wonderful
two days I ever spent in my life.

Me too, Stacy.

Tell you what,

why don't you take the keys
down to the desk.

Okay.

This is Echo Seven.
Forward this transmission to Donnegan.

Operation completed on schedule.
Now terminated.

I think
you're a little late

for your first day
back at work, aren't you?

Mr. Rockford!

It's after 9:00.

Oh. Well, I don't
have to punch a clock.

Sometimes I go in late
and sometimes I work late.

How come you're here?

Well, you know, after all we
went through trying to find her,

I never met Stacy.

So I thought I'd
drop in this morning,

say hi,
see how she's doing.

I appreciate your coming.
I know why you did.

Nervous about facing
them, aren't you?

Well, they thought they
were getting a new boss.

I never realized they'd give
a party to celebrate that.

You went out on a limb for Stacy.
They know that.

Yeah. Well, they also know about
20 years of rule by intimidation.

Well, as the great
philosopher

Petrankus once said,
believe it or not,

"Today is the first day
of the rest of your life."

We can learn
from everyone.