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What's this girl up to anyway, Sonny?

They're the ones that were violently opposed to the marriage.

They're insanely protective.

Is this where the broad is?

Not unless she uses the same chiropractor as my dad.

Are you gonna be a friend of Rockford's

or are you gonna be a member of this department?

I'll tell you what's going sour. The dinner's going sour.

I thought we were here for a friendly get-together.

If you don't find Patsy by noon, Friday, I'm going to have to kill you.

Why don't we have any tear gas?

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING MACHINE.. This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name and message.

I'll get back to you.

ESTHER ON PHONE.. This is Esther, your father's friend.

So you helped me move, that's it?

You couldn't call?

See if maybe I don't like the new place?

See if maybe there's some painting to be done?

DISPATCHER.. Repeat, all available units

in the vicinity of Fountain and Curson,

a major 4 15 at the apartment building, northeast corner of Fountain.

What's the story?

Well, it's a typical LA Tuesday, Sergeant.

We got a man named Harold Waugh in there paying a visit to his estranged wife.

He brought a machine pistol in a bowling bag with him.

And blew two holes in the boyfriend.

Is that the boyfriend in the ambulance?

Yeah.

He staggered out here screaming.

He says Waugh's still got the lady inside.

We don't know if he's smoked her or not.

Let me have this now.

Mr. Waugh, this is Sergeant Becker. There is no way out for you.

I want you to throw out your weapon and step onto the front lawn.

WAUGH: Bite down on it!

Mr. Waugh, let your wife out.

You harm her, and it's all for nothing.

There's no way you're gonna get...

You okay? Yeah.

We got another one of those things? Yeah, you bet.

Why don't we have any tear gas?

Why don't we have any tear gas?

Lazara and Diaz are going inside.

They're moving in from the back of the house.

Listen, you talk to him, cover for me.

I'm gonna try to get in closer to the front of that building. Okay.

Mr. Waugh, now just take it easy, nobody's gonna get hurt.

There's no reason for this to go any...

OFFICER: He's coming out the front door. Look out!

Flatten!

Okay, folks, it's all over.

Go on. Go back about your business.

Let the officers do their job.

Salcedo, you should have seen Becker out there. He was beautiful.

And the turkey's down, over there, by the stairs.

Let's get Sergeant Becker downtown for the debriefing.

Let's go, Sarge. How's Lazara?

Superficial leg wound. He's going to be all right.

He drew down on me, Dee. I know, it's gonna be all right.

Salcedo, I was right over there in a position of advantage.

I had a clear eyeball of Becker and the suspect.

You tell the shooflies that I'll be willing to testify at the Shooting Review Board.

Somebody'll contact you in a couple of days.

ANNOUNCER ON TV.. Second down and eight yards to go.

California on their own 34-yard line.

And now they break from the huddle.

Foster looks things over.

We haven't seen much action from Frank this season, the promising sophomore...

Hey, Dad.

Oh. Oh, Sonny.

I hope you don't mind my barging in like this,

my TV set was on the fritz

and I didn't want to miss this game.

No, no, how're they doing?

Well...

You should have seen the first quarter. Oh, man.

Say, has Dennis called?

He's running a license plate for me.

I'm on a missing person case and it's the only angle I've got left.

Well, you did get one call. A Mr. Kelly.

I told him two hours ago I'm not making much progress.

He said it was about a Miss Patsy Fossler.

Is that the missing person?

Yeah.

Well, where do you stand?

All Kelly knows is she took the red-eye special out Monday night from New York.

Only, he doesn't know where she went and he flew out himself yesterday.

The red-eye.

That's that there late plane. There's nobody on it.

People only take the red-eye when they don't want to be seen.

No, Dad, they take the red-eye because it's the last plane of the day.

Now what's with the third degree?

It ain't no third degree. Is anything wrong

with a father being interested in his son's work?

What'd you find out about this girl?

We just went through that. Nothing.

I traced her through the car rental agency at the airport

to the Santa Ynez Motel.

She stayed one night, somebody picked her up in a truck.

And all the doorman got was a license plate.

Now what's your problem?

Aha. One night stands.

Being picked up by somebody else, trying to hide her trail.

What's this girl up to anyway, Sonny?

I'll bet you she's hiding out from the law.

Dad, it's a personal problem

and it's confidential, just like all my cases.

Confidential?

What's confidential with a father and son?

Crooks got personal problems.

And I don't like you running around with people

that are always sneaking and skulking.

Five will get you ten this girl is a troublemaker.

I'll bet she's probably also a radical.

There's lots of girls going that route now.

Dad, Patsy Fossler is just about as radical as your suspenders.

She was supposed to marry Kelly yesterday,

only her parents kicked up a fuss.

The old ethnic, religious bit.

The pressure got too much so she took off.

Oh. Yeah, ''Oh.''

Should be the happiest time of their young lives.

I wonder why...

I wonder why families are always giving their offspring such a hard time.

Yeah, how about that?

Hello?

Oh, hi, Peggy, it's Jim. Is Dennis there?

Hi, Jim. No,

he called a little while ago and said he was going to be held up at work.

Did he say what time he'd be home?

No, and he didn't say what the problem was.

Of course, he never does. Anything I can do to help?

No, no. It's just business talk.

I'll go down to the station. See if I can grab his ear for a minute.

Tell him he missed a great pot roast and Mildred Pierce.

The movie?

It's on TV tonight. It's one of his favorites.

Joan Crawford? Tears and hankies?

That's one of Dennis' favorites?

Listen, you should see him watching Dark Victory.

Thanks, Peg. Bye-bye.

LIANNE: Well, you and I both know that's the problem with these radio calls.

I mean, half the time the RTOs don't know what to tag them.

Like today. Just today, for instance.

''A 415 in progress.'' A disturbance.

Okay, well, why not say what kind of disturbance?

Why not just say it? A barricaded suspect.

I mean, half the time you roll on a 415,

you could expect anything, from a guy spanking his wife with a leg of lamb,

to the kind of thing that came down today.

You're right.

You bet your keister I'm right.

Hey, Ralph!

We'll have two more of these and bring some peanuts out of the safe.

Den, you did what had to be done.

I really admired you out there today.

Yeah. If that Waugh wasn't such a bad act,

if we had waited just a little bit for the gas to come, smoked him out,

had him too sick maybe to draw down on anybody,

maybe he wouldn't be hooked up to the tubes

like he is down at County Hospital.

Yeah, I know what you mean. But try to look at it this way.

They called for the L car as soon as possible.

Salcedo was caught bucking rush hour traffic,

and that turkey could have smoked a few more civilians

while you're waiting for the tear gas.

Besides, a loon like that is bound to wig out sometime.

Today was just his day. Es todo, amigo.

I tell you, you can't hear yourself think in here.

Hey, listen, why don't we go back to my apartment?

I've got some 1 2-year-old Scotch.

Birthday gift from Lyons in narc.

Thanks. Maybe some other time.

Hey, Dennis.

Boy, you really track them down.

Yeah, well, the desk sergeant across the street told me you were in here.

Jim Rockford, Lianne Sweeney.

Jim Rockford, Jim Rockford...

Newton Street Division, 1968, Watts Riots.

No... No, I'm wrong.

But don't tell me though, don't tell me.

Metro.

Jim Rockford's a private investigator, Lianne.

Oh.

Listen, I really don't want to press you, pal,

but when do you think you'll get around to looking at that plate for me?

You may find this hard to believe

but I have had other things to do

besides trying to bail you out on your skip trace.

Okay, Dennis. I'm sorry.

It may interest you to know that Sergeant Becker rolled a Code 3

to a major 415 which could have turned out to be a 187.

I flunked math.

A shooting.

Sergeant Becker was responsible for bringing down the suspect

while drawing fire on himself.

Yeah, I did catch you at a bad time, Dennis. I'm really sorry.

Must have been hairy, huh?

Well, that's putting it very mildly, Jim. I was at the scene.

You don't mind if I call you Jim.

Look, Jimbo, I'm sorry. I'll be working desk tomorrow

and I can run the plate for you then.

Yeah, hey, you really don't look too good. Have you eaten anything?

No.

Yeah, well, Peggy said that she's got a good pot roast

waiting in the oven for you when you get home.

No, it's probably no good now. Stringy.

You know, pot roast doesn't take well to wrapping.

Yeah, well, maybe I ought to head for home.

I'm a lot looser now

and thank you for letting me sing the blues, Lianne.

Finish your drink. The watch is changing at the station.

The parking lot's going to be a mess.

Oh, anyway, that reminds me. You know, speaking of your major snafus,

did you ever hear about the time the two guys in the 77th

almost got 86'd riding a Code 2 to a 187 at the Sports Arena?

Oh, I'm sorry, this must be kind of dull to you.

I mean all this shoptalk.

Anyway, these guys were very close personal friends of mine, you know, and...

Oh, are you leaving?

Yeah, I think I hear something wrong with my car. I'll catch you later, Dennis.

See you, Jimbo.

Nice to have met you, Jimbo.

Yeah, 10-4.

Yeah, who is it?

MAN: Sergeant Johnson. New York City Police Department.

What can I do for you?

Can we see you for a minute, please?

It's a little late. I'm a little tired.

It's very important. It's about a Miss Patsy Fossler.

We understand you've been hired to find the young lady we're talking about

and we'd appreciate it if you could let us know where she is.

What's the problem?

Nothing serious, sir.

It's just that her father filed a missing persons report on her

and here we are.

You flew all the way out here on a big bird

just on a missing persons case?

Well, it's a special service, uh,

the Fossler family is very influential.

Tammany Hall. Lot of juice.

Yeah, so if you could let us know where she is, we'll be out of your hair.

Sergeant, what's your badge number?

Without looking in your pocket.

All right, now don't lie to me, doll.

You know where Patsy is?

Tony, there's some papers over on the desk over there.

Is this it? 188 Moreno Street. Is this where the broad is?

Not unless she uses the same chiropractor as my dad.

ROCKFORD: Hey, man. Hey! No.

Hey... Hey, no.

The plate!

Oh, the plate, the plate.

He got the plate in the knee.

What, Tony? The plate...

Don't touch it, stupid!

You got to get me to an orthopedist, man.

They do a special thing.

Tony, it's 1 :00 in the morning.

We don't know anybody out here.

Right, so you get me to a hospital.

Maybe UCLA, my godson Vinnie went to medical school there.

What about Rockford?

Sorry. We know where he is.

Come on... I can't think, I can't think.

Oh, the pain, man. Watch your step.

Madonn'.

Yeah, who is it?

Lianne Sweeney.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the door's unlocked.

Well, I'm glad I caught you in...

What happened here?

What can I do for you?

Some kind of crime take place here?

Something that you should report?

Look, I've got a terrible headache

and it's only 7:00 in the morning.

Just exactly what do you want to talk to me about, Miss Sweeney?

Call me Lianne, Jimbo.

Jimbo, I felt that I had to come here

to talk to you on my way to work this morning.

To talk to you about a guy.

A marvelous guy.

My friend and yours.

Georgie Jessel?

Dennis Becker.

You know, Den's been busting his buns to make lieutenant.

And he will, too.

But if he gets caught doing you freebies using department facilities,

it's going to be like a giant black eye for the guy.

Hey,

you know, I do favors for him, too.

I mean, we happen to be friends.

Jimbo,

then do this sweet, marvelous guy that favor

and stop asking him to compromise himself and the department for you.

You know, I am really falling in love with today.

You know, Jimbo, Jimbo, don't take it personally.

Just trying to help someone that I care about very much and that you care about.

Besides, what you have him do is illegal.

Not that I would ever say anything.

Hey, that's not the way I do business.

Yeah, well, good.

Listen, I'll give a lot of thought to what you've said.

And thanks for coming.

You've been so kind.

Yeah?

Michael Kelly, Mr. Rockford. Where do we stand?

I think we should talk. Just you and me.

That sounds good. Name a time.

Hold on a minute, will you?

Lianne, uh...

Sure, sure. Let me get out of your way.

Jimbo, you will think about what we discussed, won't you?

Yeah.

Let's get together sometime. Dinner or something?

Yeah. Pot roast, maybe. If it's fresh.

Get a better lock.

This is one of your high burglary areas.

I'll be over in about an hour, Mr. Kelly.

Good. Listen, I've moved out of my hotel.

Old college chum was kind enough to let me bunk in.

I couldn't pass it up.

375 Stone Canyon Road.

Oh, morning.

OJ? No, thank you.

Well,

what have you been able to come up with?

I got to tell you, I'm getting pretty frantic about Patsy.

Oh, don't let this fool you. That's how I was brought up.

We Kellys put on a show of bravery at all costs.

We Rockfords take people who con us

and feed them their tennis shoes.

When you hired me you neglected to tell me

about the two cloves of garlic who are also looking for Patsy.

Are you saying someone else is out here on her trail?

I think you know all about them.

I think that's why you moved out of your hotel.

I think you're trying to lose yourself.

Right now you're losing me, I can tell you that.

They must have seen us together,

rifled your room or something. That's how they got to me.

Hold it, hold it.

Maybe this is making some sense. Patsy's brothers.

They're the ones that were violently opposed to the marriage.

They're insanely protective.

Brothers don't call their sisters ''the broad.''

You owe me $500 plus $80 for expenses. I quit.

You come so highly recommended.

You know, I wouldn't have thought

that you would have rolled over quite so easily.

Well, you see, I have a real aversion to brass knuckles.

Also, I don't want to deliver a girl

who I'm coming to realize probably has good reason for wanting to stay lost.

She's high-strung, that's all.

She's my fiancée and I love her.

Your account is payable in cash.

Mr. Rockford, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let you quit.

If that's supposed to be a threat,

you'd better have a little more to back it up than a good forehand.

I have urgent business in New York, noon, Friday.

It's absolutely imperative that I be reunited with Patsy before then.

Allowing for flying time, that gives you approximately 24 hours to find her.

I'm finished, Mr. Kelly.

There's a lot of good operators in the phone book.

No, that's a counterproductive move.

See, you've already laid all the groundwork.

A new man would be merely catching up.

As I said, you have 24 hours to find her,

depending on how long you want to prolong this conversation.

What is it with you?

You think you're still the captain of the lacrosse team at Andover?

Actually, it was Lawrenceville.

But I'm perfectly serious, Mr. Rockford.

If you don't find Patsy by noon, Friday, I'm going to have to kill you.

Well, you better start now.

Dorsey, I think we need you out here.

Don't tell me, an old college buddy?

No.

Dorsey, Mr. Rockford here works for me and he wants to quit.

I told him if he did that, I'd kill him,

and his response to me about that was, ''You better start now.''

Oh, well, what's another 24 hours in a whole lifetime, huh?

I will be able to get you back on the streets after the shooting review.

Thank you.

I think you're gonna do fine. It was a good shooting.

The shooflies won't cause you too much trouble.

Oh, by the way, Becker, how's your buddy Rockford?

Oh, fine, as far as I know.

Hmm.

Interesting guy. Yes.

Interesting guy.

Still doing favors for him? Oh, no.

I mean the computers, the files...

No, I know how you feel about that, sir,

so I told him point-blank the last time he asked me,

I said, ''Forget it.''

Huh. Good, good, good. Sit down.

Thank you.

Oh, talking about weird phone calls,

I had one this morning from Intelligence.

You ever heard of a guy named Michael Kelly?

Michael Kelly? No, sir. Neither had I.

He's a New York attorney.

NYPD Intelligence informed our Intelligence

that he was flying out here.

And sure enough, he shows up.

Intelligence? Guy must be pretty hot.

Who do you think he contacts? Who?

Rockford.

That's why I thought maybe you were doing something unofficial.

You know, an unofficial favor for Rockford?

You know, something to do with this Kelly?

It's just a thought. Just a thought. Oh, no. No, sir.

Wait a minute, he did ask me to run some plates.

But I told him, listen, those days are gone forever. Forget it.

No, no, that's my point. Maybe we're being a little too strict about this.

I mean, who's it gonna hurt?

I think you should run that plate for Rockford.

As a matter of fact, while you're at it,

I think maybe you should make an occasion out of it.

You know, invite him over to your house, give him a few drinks.

Respectfully, sir,

I think you're asking me to do intelligence work on Michael Kelly,

and Jim does have a code...

All right, Becker, now, listen...

I know you don't like him but Jim does have a code and client confidentiality.

And for me to pump him about... Becker.

Sooner or later, you're gonna have to make a decision about your life.

Are you going to be a friend of Rockford's

or are you going to be a member of this department?

ROCKFORD.. Hello.

BECKER: Hey, Jimbo, I ran that plate for you.

WOMAN: It's so boring.

I'm trying to keep busy

but by the end of this week I'm going to have to look for some kind of job.

Who's out there?

I didn't see anybody.

Hors d'oeuvres and everything.

Putting on quite a little spread, Dennis.

It's just a teriyaki dinner.

You don't get to come out here that often, that's all.

How about some vino?

All right, what've you got?

Frelin Brothers, Cabernet Sauvignon.

Let it breathe. It's got a nice little nose on it.

At six dollars a bottle, I hope so.

Why do you always have to bring everything down to dollars and cents?

Hey, Jim, did I tell you that Scotty's running for the president of the sixth grade?

Say, that plate I ran for you, Jimbo, get you anything?

I might be getting close, Dennis.

Now what's all this about the sixth grade politico? Yeah,

''Integrity in Government'' is his slogan. Can you believe it?

He's only 1 1 .

It's a missing persons case, huh, Jimbo?

Honey, if you interrupt me one more time,

I'm going to let you have it, right on your nice little nose.

I'm sorry, Peg,

but can you imagine what a disruption it'd be in your life

if somebody that you loved just ran off and left you?

This client for example, Jimbo.

Well, is he out on the West Coast here

just for this missing person thing?

Or is there other business that he's out here for, too?

Denny, what are you babbling about?

Huh? Is something bothering you?

No, I'm just making an observation, that's all.

You sure, Dennis? You're just about to freshen your drink

with a charcoal briquette instead of ice.

Come on, Dennis. You got something on your mind,

spit it out, huh?

You're wining me, you're dining me.

You're nervous as a third-place runner-up in the Miss America contest.

What's wrong?

I can't do it. I just can't do it, that's all.

Can't do what?

Well, the lieutenant wanted me to pump you

about your client, Michael Kelly.

What?

Intelligence Department is hard on Kelly's case.

They want to know what he's doing out here on the West Coast.

Okay, Dennis. What's Kelly into?

I don't know. The Lieutenant wouldn't tell me.

What can you tell me about him?

Nothing.

I'd like to let you in on it...

Correction, I'd be relieved to let you in on it.

But you're a cop, Dennis.

I'm not about to implicate myself in something

before I know what it's all about.

Well, your case is going sour on you!

So you better level with me. I'm telling you, this guy is white-hot!

I'll tell you what's going sour. The dinner's going sour.

I thought we were here for a friendly get-together, not a debriefing session.

This is a friendly get-together! Don't compound it, Dennis.

Hey, I leveled with you. I admitted what I'd been ordered to do.

And I told you, I couldn't handle false pretenses.

So what are you getting so steamed up about?

I don't know, Dennis.

Maybe I'm getting a little upset with the LAPD messing in my life

every time I turn around.

Let's forget the veiled references, huh? Just lay it on the line.

Okay, okay. Your policewoman friend.

She popped up at my trailer at the crack of dawn.

What policewoman friend?

You know, the one that you introduced me to

at Ralph and Maura's bar the other night. What's her name? Sweeney?

Lianne? She's not a policewoman.

She's not? No, she's a buff.

I didn't know you went to the bar the other night.

Yeah, it was after the shooting. I had to unwind.

I was tensed up like a spring.

Oh, really?

Uh...

Just what is a buff?

Buff?

Well, it's a citizen who is fascinated by police work.

Like, you know, people are into CB radios and Broadway shows.

These people, or buffs as we call them,

they like to spend time around the station house,

get to know the fellas, sort of hang out.

Dennis, that's not a buff. That's a groupie.

Peggy, don't be silly, huh?

Silly?

Oh, I'm just a little curious about why you had to unwind with her.

Dennis, we have a den in there for you to unwind in.

We have nice liquor to help you unwind.

And I am here for you to unwind with!

I told you, it was after the shooting, I was all wired up,

and I didn't want to have to come home and explain everything to you!

Well, how very thoughtful of you.

But, uh, I just find it kind of hard to understand,

I mean, what kind of a woman would be so fascinated about police work?

Well, now, that's a revealing statement, isn't it?

Boy, the salad really looks good.

LIANNE: That is correct. I arrived at the scene at approximately 0800.

I picked the squeal up on my scanner which I carry in my vehicle.

I then took a position of advantage

on the northwest corner of the 800 block of Cumsten.

I then observed gunfire coming from the southeast window.

The, uh, the suspect began yelling obscenities at the officers.

And by this time, observers had begun to stray into the scene.

So I then assisted in crowd control.

Miss Sweeney, I wonder if we could get to the events

as they relate directly to Sergeant Becker and the shooting?

Check.

Sergeant Becker arrived at the scene at approximately 0810.

He reconnoitered with the officers in 1-Xray-30.

He then approached the building with weapon drawn.

When the suspect emerged from the door,

Sergeant Becker yelled for him to flatten.

The suspect turned and fired, Sergeant Becker returned fire,

striking the suspect in the upper right quadrant of the chest.

I then left my position of advantage...

You distinctly heard Sergeant Becker

order the suspect to flatten before firing?

That is correct.

Thank you very much, Miss Sweeney.

We appreciate you coming forward and taking time this way.

I'm sure you're busy with your own life, so... No problem.

But I would like to say one more thing, if I may.

It was my observation that Sergeant Becker behaved properly.

He proved himself to be a capable, courageous and efficient officer.

He's good people.

I think it should be termed a good shooting.

We'll make that determination. Thank you.

Sergeant Becker.

They decide anything yet?

I don't know, sir.

Hey, who's that that just walked into the shooting review?

Lieutenant Chapman, ma'am.

Lieutenant, huh?

Anyone ever mention he looks a little bit like Kirk Douglas?

I don't know, ma'am.

If you're finished testifying,

you can leave your visitor's badge

at the front desk on your way out.

Oh, yeah, well, I'm not through yet.

See, the shooflies said they might want to see me again.

Where's the powder room? Down the hall and to your right.

On the basis of all testimony, Sergeant,

that of your fellow officers and of civilian witnesses,

we find that you acted according to procedure.

We're calling it a good shooting.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I want to talk to you a minute, Becker.

Well?

Well, I tried, Lieutenant. I really tried to talk to Rockford,

but I think he was onto my game.

You know, Jim's no bozo.

That's only your opinion.

Listen, we could be saving a lot of manpower here. You understand?

I've got Rabinowitz, I've got Lytell staked out full time,

around the clock,

watching this character, Kelly, staying in Bel-Air.

Now that's costing us a lot of bucks, you understand?

So I want you to keep trying with Rockford.

It'll be a feather in all our caps

if we come up with something on this Kelly.

So stay with it.

Oh, hi.

Congratulations on your shooting review. Thanks, Lianne.

And listen, thanks for testifying for me in there.

Hey, it's my duty.

But why the long puss?

It's just the department. They want you to compromise everything.

I've never had to work over my friends,

and I don't intend to start now.

Why? What do they want you to do?

I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, it's my own problem.

Oh, well, any time you need any help, just ask me.

But I can't blame you for sticking with your friend.

TONY: What, do they call this a pizza?

It ain't so bad, Tony. Ain't so bad?

How can you say that? You've been eating New York pizza all your life.

You can make a statement like that?

Back in Sheepshead Bay, they'd throw up on crusts like this.

Look at that, it's all cheese.

Where's the tomato sauce?

This ain't a pizza, it's a grilled cheese sandwich.

California...

Yeah?

Yeah, Carmine.

Well, so-so.

All right, hold it. Let me write it down.

Long distance. Brooklyn.

Go ahead.

Right.

All right, talk to you later.

They found a friend of Patsy Fossler's.

They whacked her around. The broad told them that she's hid out

in some kind of ranch or something.

Already, I hate it.

''Noel Glickman, Agoura Place.''

Let's get out of here. Let's get this thing over with.

My knee.

NEWSCASTER.. No relief expected

for a thirsty Southern California, I'm sorry to say,

but if you think we've got it bad...

Hi, Doug. I'm Lianne Sweeney.

Have we met? Indirectly.

I'm a friend of Dennis Becker's.

I testified at his shooting review.

Sweet, sweet guy.

Would you bring another drink for the lieutenant, please?

Uh, no, no, no, I'm fine. Thank...

Thank you.

Friend of Becker's, you say?

Den and I go way, way back.

I've watched his progress in the department,

I've rooted for him, been a shoulder for him to cry on.

That's why I feel so sad about what's happening to him now.

What's the matter? Trouble in his personal life?

Hey, Doug, now... Now don't get me wrong, I love Den.

I think he's a fine, fine officer.

It's just that he's a victim of misplaced sympathies.

He's a soft touch.

Take this Michael Kelly thing...

What do you know about this Michael Kelly thing?

Well, like I said, I'm the shoulder that Den cries on.

I mean, I know that it's an important case for the department

and so does Den.

He's just letting other things interfere with his pursuance of the facts.

Mmm-hmm?

Becker discussed this with you?

Hey, now let's just keep this entre nous.

I just want to help the department if I can.

And Den, too. If that's possible anymore.

What did he tell you, Miss Sweeney? Lianne.

Well, he was supposed to question Rockford, right?

Well, he didn't. He didn't even try. Said he couldn't.

That's what I mean by misplaced sympathies.

Go on.

Yeah, you know, well, this is sort of a intimate conversation.

Maybe we should go to my place.

No, I have a dinner date. I have to cut out very soon.

But finish, please.

Doug, I want you to understand that I know how difficult your job is.

I mean, you got this sob sister court system to go through,

you got these endless rules of evidence,

you get Mirandized to death.

I mean, how can you be expected to enforce the law?

Right, right, right. Now about Becker and this Michael Kelly matter.

Well, this is my point, I mean,

this high-powered felon lands on your turf and you're hamstrung.

So you ask one of your subordinates

to gather some information unofficially and he balks.

I mean, it is the perfect opportunity to circumvent the Constitution,

which I... I dearly respect,

but let's face it, I mean, it's been perverted by bleeding hearts.

I have never asked Becker to circumvent anything.

Just to do his job.

Hey, I'm with you.

The guy craps out, you have to disappoint your superiors.

I mean, it's a shame.

What else did he tell you about Michael Kelly, Miss Sweeney?

Lianne.

Well, I know, for instance,

that Kelly's supposed to be here

on some kind of missing persons problem.

Allegedly.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Becker didn't tell me that.

Well, I got that from his friend, Rockford.

Mr. Tacky himself.

I don't know why Den hangs around with a guy like that

and I don't know why Dennis didn't tell you about it.

Anyway, you and I both know that this missing persons thing

is just a front for Kelly.

I mean, a big crook like that, there's got to be something else, right?

Who is this missing person supposed to be?

Doug, I don't know.

But I could pursue it on my end.

I mean, as a private citizen, I have a little bit more latitude than you do.

And I know Rockford just about as well as Dennis does, unfortunately.

Miss Sweeney, thank you for the information.

And if you should fall privy to anything else

and you want to inform the department, that's up to you.

But as for pursuing it on your own end,

I don't even know what your end would be.

So I have to caution you against actively inserting yourself

in department business.

I understand, Doug.

I just want to help you any way I can. That's all.

Looks like you hit a brick wall this time, Lianne.

He dusted you off.

Ralph, you don't understand a man like Doug.

Don't mistake his coldness for lack of interest.

He has to sacrifice his personal needs and wants

for the sake of the department.

My God, I respect that.

All right, easy, boy. Just settle down. Settle down.

Hello in there! Easy, easy.

Hello in there. Hey!

WOMAN: What is it?

Yeah, I'm here to inspect the property.

Would you come out and control this dog

so I can come in and talk to you?

Quiet, shh, quiet.

Look, I'm really busy. What do you want?

I told you I'm here to inspect the property.

I'm Mr. Berenson's assistant.

Well, I don't know why this can't wait.

It has a very high priority, Patsy.

Now, hold it.

You let go of me or I'll scream.

I don't want to go back there!

All right, maybe you don't. I'm not going to force you.

Michael sent you, didn't he?

Well, he talked me into coming.

Yeah, he told me he'd blow my head off if I didn't.

Wow, he's really turning into quite a guy, isn't he?

He threatens to kill you, yet you're not going to force me to do anything? Sure.

All I want is the answers to some questions.

A guy doesn't get that jacked up

just because his fiancée ran out on the wedding.

Now, what is Kelly to you, really?

He was my fiancé.

He's on the level? Mmm-hmm.

Who were those two mouth-breathers who were on your case?

I don't know who you mean.

Just leave me alone.

I don't want to have anything to do with Michael, I don't even want to know you.

So just tell him you can't find me. Well, hey...

He's not too interested in ''can't''.

Now, I know you got your problems,

but I'm right in the middle of this bona fide mess.

I got those two apes after me, your fiancé, the cops.

Tricia's wedding didn't cause this big a stir.

All right, I'm sorry, but I don't know what I can do to help you.

Well, we can start by you telling me

all you know about Michael Kelly.

Come on.

Go round the back of the house.

Shut up.

SyI!

Hey, SyI!

Hey, SyI!

SyI! Hey, SyI!

SyI!

Tony! TONY: I'm in the corral!

Tony!

SyI!

Hey,

you can get up.

We've lost them. For now, anyway.

Patsy, who are those two guys?

Well, I don't know the driver of the car,

but the other man I've seen before.

His name is Anthony Boy.

I don't know his last name.

What's his connection with you?

Well, nothing, really.

He delivered some legal papers to Michael once,

back at the apartment in New York.

He works for Joseph Minette.

Of the Minette Family? The boss of bosses?

Yeah.

Well, Michael is Mr. Minette's attorney. Didn't you know that?

Well, that was part of the reason I left.

I man, those people... They're animals.

I just couldn't take it anymore.

Oh, boy.

Okay, what size? I'm a 9A.

And a 6 and 1I2 for my wife.

Hey, who moved my scanner from TAC 2 to TAC 1?

Miss, can we please have some shoes?

Did any of you people hear any calls

from Bel-Air while I was in the head?

Who knows from Bel-Air? I want some bowling shoes.

Hey, Willy, Willy, will you take it over for me again?

Stomach flu just hit me again real bad.

Hey, how about some shoes, huh?

Hey.

You better eat something.

You're not going to be able to go home for dinner tonight.

I never did anything to those people.

Michael and I just shared an apartment together.

You try to leave a man and this is what happens?

Did Michael ever talk to you about his work?

Well, yeah, sometimes.

Boy, those people were just, like, from another world.

Some of the things they did,

they would really blow Michael's mind.

I mean, he'd tell me about them. We'd laugh.

Oh, yeah, those zany Minettes, huh?

They're a bunch of cut-ups.

That acid blinding of the reporter last year,

that had me on the floor.

Look, I didn't need you coming into my life.

And I certainly don't need sermons from you.

I'm in your life whether you like it or not.

But more importantly, it's whether I like it or not.

Well, so take off. Nobody's twisting your arm.

That's what you think.

Anthony Boy lost you, but he knows right where to find me.

And according to his way of thinking,

I'll lead him right to you

if they apply the right kind of pressure.

I can't even go home, lady.

But they were so crude, so tasteless.

I mean, that's what Michael and I would laugh about.

I didn't know anything else,

I mean, all the rest of it, until Michael told me later.

Is that when you split?

Yes.

No.

No, I took my own sweet time pulling out.

Michael was keeping me in French blazers,

I had a Jaguar,

he was putting me through graduate school.

What was Michael working on when you left him?

Minette's jury-tampering trial.

He was acquitted.

Michael told me two of the prosecution witnesses

met with fatal accidents.

Minette must've had your bedroom bugged.

Bugged? Why do you say that?

That's the only way it figures.

Michael pulled a real gaffe

by telling you family business.

Now that you've left Michael,

Minette can't have you running around the world loose

knowing what you know.

Well, what am I gonna do?

Maybe I should just go to the police and tell them what I know.

And demand protection.

Oh, that's pretty naive, Patsy.

You tell the police what you know,

Minette'll get you if it takes 100 years.

Well, so what am I gonna do?

Well, we ought to figure all that out.

But you can't go back to the Glickmans'.

As a matter of fact, you better call Noel

and tell him he can't go home, either.

They'll kill him just to get some information.

I did leave. What?

I didn't leave right away but I did leave.

Yeah. Yeah, you did.

Come on.

SYL: I'm lost, Tony.

I didn't see one sign to Malibu.

The creep at the gas station.

He must've not known what he was talking about.

''Take the Ventura freeway...''

Hey, hey, I don't wanna hear nothing about the freeways.

Just don't talk to me about the freeways.

Look, it's over, Tony.

Rockford's gonna turn Patsy over to Mike, right?

We might as well go home.

First we find out where Mikey is.

And then we hit on her.

Hey, Tony, how much time are we gonna spend

sitting on Rockford till we sweat it out of him

to find out where Mike is?

How much time we gonna spend, SyI?

Is that what you wanna know? How much time?

Hey, Syl. I'm gonna have my day with Rockford.

Now that's not a smart hit.

That's not what we're getting paid for.

You remember Natividad?

The bookie from South Bronx?

You remember what I did to him?

Yeah.

You hit him in the head with a ball-peen hammer till he died.