All language subtitles for The.Rockford.Files.S02E11.iNTERNAL.BDRip.x264-LiBRARiANS

Hey!

Hey, come on, pally.

This is...
Spread them.

I've been kicked
by your deputy,

robbed by Vern Soper,

someone tried to kill me,

and I am registering
an official complaint.

Wish I could help you.

Okay, book them for aiding,
abetting and resisting, for openers.

I'll add to the list
later.

They're holding my father
and my attorney.

Son, you know I can't
help you run from the law.

You just earned yourself
a certificate of merit.

Thank you, Clifford.

Certificate of merit?
He's a psycho.

You're looking
at five to life.

This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

Hey, Jimbo. Dennis.

Really appreciate the help
on the income tax.

You wanna help
on the audit now?

Oh, stop
your grumbling, mister.

You're just lucky
I was on my way to Holtville

to pick up them radials
that I ordered

for Harve Nyquist's Riviera.

Yeah, lucky.

My brakes go out,

I have to lunch my
transmission to get it to stop,

and it only cost me $50
to get you to stop

and turn around
and tow me in.

Hey, you could
still be out there.

The nearest phone
is 10 miles away.

I stop to help you out and
all I get for it is complaints.

And $50.

Yeah, well.

Pretty little town,
ain't she?

Never recognize her
from five years ago.

It was just plain Pastoria
back then.

Hey, you seen this guy around
here in the last couple of days?

Name's Ronny Brown.

Nope. Why?

A salesman over in Holtville told
me he might have recognized the face.

He might have picked him up, given him
a ride over here a couple of days ago

and dropped him off here.

Thought he might be looking
for work.

Well, he probably found it.

There's no unemployment in New
Pastoria, I'll tell you that.

Listen, the food's
good over at the Sierra.

Why don't you grab yourself a bite
and I'll check out the damages, okay?

I can remember
when Pastoria was a place...

"A place where people came to
work hard at starving to death."

I remember it,
too, Sheriff.

Oh, miss,
I'll take my pie now.

Oh.

Hey, Sheriff.

Maybe you can
give me some help.

My name's Larry Metcalf.

I'm with Great Western Casualty down in LA.

Mmm-hmm.

I'm looking for the beneficiary
of a recent policy holder.

He's named Ronny Brown,
he's about 24 years old.

Entered the area
about two days ago.

No.
Are you sure?

A man named Creekmore

said he thought he gave him
a lift into town.

Of course,
I could have missed him,

what with all the strangers we
have through here these days.

Time was I knew every face
that crossed that county line.

Well, anybody hiring
new help lately?

Oh, everybody's hiring,
Mr. Metcalf.

You might try the Agricultural
Information Center.

It's on the edge of town.

Yeah, well, thanks,
I'll give it a try then.

Well, it sure don't look good, Mr. Metcalf.

Road vibrations must have
jiggled all the connections loose

from the master cylinder
right here.

You know how the emergency
cable crosses over the exhaust?

Yeah. Right behind
the crankcase, yeah.

Yeah, right.

Well, something must have jammed the
exhaust straight up into the frame

and the frame just
cut that cable clean.

I guess
I could have done it

when I bottomed out
going across that shoulder.

Well, you sure
messed up that trans,

and there's no way that I
can get one up here from LA

before noon tomorrow.

And it won't be cheap,
that's for sure.

Well, I can do
without the note of cheer.

Yeah, well, I just got off
the phone to Harve Nyquist,

and he tells me he's gonna buy
them radials from Chuck Miller,

and that means that I gotta
eat $190 worth of rubber.

Take it easy
on the man, Vern.

Seems his luck
is running a little slow.

Yeah, well.

Don't take it personal.
Ain't been my day, either.

Look, I'll give you
every break that I can.

In the meantime, why don't you
check into the Pastoria Pines

across the street?

They got a coupon worth five
gallons of gas in every Bible.

Oh, yeah, I'll check in
with you about 4:00.

Yeah.

Area code 213,
the number is 555-9000,

station to station, please.

This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

Wednesday, the 13th,

3:30.

This is Timmons.
Ronny came home.

My daughter's forgiven the
bum and now they're both on me

for sending you out to find
him, which you didn't do.

So our deal's off.

If you want the rest of your
fee, you'll have to sue me.

You can count on it,
Timmons.

Wednesday, the 13th. 3:30.

You know,
you're really lucky.

This is the last room
and it was reserved.

Mr. Ramsey called in and canceled
not more than 10 minutes ago.

Hey, somebody left a suitcase in here.

Oh, I'll get it.

Oh, here,
let me help you with that.

Thanks.

The cart's right outside.

You know,
I hear they're giving...

Oh, no!
Hey, fella.

Please!

Why can't they leave her
alone? It's just not fair!

Now they're using me
to get at her.

At who?

My mother.

They can't stand it
that she's a woman.

They can't?

Oh, now, hey, hey, hey.
Stop that.

It's all right.

Pete!

Hey, come on, pally.

This is...
Spread them.

Hey, I don't have any shinguards
on and I got a bad knee.

Shut up.
Pete!

Now, I told you this was
gonna happen someday, Rita.

He didn't do a thing.

Well, what are you
crying about, then?

Not about anything he did.

That's right. You wanna
do some toe-stepping,

why don't you get after the
guy in that green station wagon?

He can't have more than
two or three minutes on you.

Pete, please.
It's the truth.

Yeah. Did you see
a green station wagon?

No, but I wasn't looking
for one, either.

What's this all about,
anyway?

I plan to find out. And
I'd better find that wagon.

Rita, I want you
to get out of this job!

Who was that?

Pete Kolodny.

And he can get a whole
lot meaner than that, too.

We're engaged.
I guess he thought that...

Yeah, yeah,
I know what he thought.

What was that picture
all about?

It's a long story,
Mr. Metcalf.

Doesn't involve you,
anyway.

Well, that's good. That's
the way I wanna keep it.

Well, don't worry.

They don't care about you.

Nobody around here
messes with Rita.

I didn't mess around
with anybody.

What's the bad news?

You ought to be in jail.

All right,
that's it, mister.

Now, you just
get yourself a tow truck

and you get your car...

You bet I will, pal!

Oh, come on now, Vern.

Look, I was way out of line
and I admit it, huh?

Now, we've both had a bad day.

What do you say?

Same thing I said before.
Get it out of here.

And if you don't, I'm gonna
start charging you rental

on the space you're using.

Well, you know
I can't move it.

You've got the only
tow truck for 70 miles.

You told me that yourself.

Come on, be reasonable, huh? I'll pay cash.

Cash, huh?

I'll tell you,

gonna take a substantial deposit
before I start any work on it.

How substantial?

$500, that's how substantial.

All right, let's see now.

There'll be a balance due
of $162.49,

unless, of course,
we run into something else.

Like what?

Well, who can say?

I mean, you said yourself you
were all over that mountain.

You wouldn't wanna risk
driving out of here

with, say, loose linkage
or a cracked drive shaft,

now, would you? Yeah,
no, I sure wouldn't, Vern.

No, I didn't think so. Here,
I'll get your receipt for you.

Hey, what do you think
you're doing there?

Drive shaft looks
all right to me, Vern.

Tie rod's a little bent, but nothing
that can't wait till I get back to LA.

Listen, only employees are
allowed to work this hydraulic rack

and that's a state law.

Now, get out of there before you hurt
yourself and I got myself a lawsuit.

You worked on this yet?

No, and I told you
to get out of there.

Well, somebody's
put a wrench to it.

Didn't you tell me this cable
was cut by the frame, clean?

Look, I didn't
check it out myself.

Yeah, well, it looks to me
like it's been burned with acid.

Acid?

Something like that.

You could be right.

Someone over in Holtville
tried to kill me.

Well, you better
find the Sheriff.

I'll do that.

Well, I wish I could help
you, but it's out of my hands.

They retired me
about three years ago.

Now, don't get him
started on that.

Mister, if you've got
a complaint to file,

you better trot it on down to
that new municipal building.

See Sheriff Gladish.

I think I have all the
details. I'll get right on it.

Alert Holtville that we'll be
working on an attempted 187 together.

Then call Vern Soper and tell him
we're sending the lab team over

and I don't want him to touch
that Firebird until I say he can.

You can also tell him

I want to see him
in my office tomorrow morning

to discuss his towing permit.

Three complaints
in one month.

I'll have a talk with him.

I'd appreciate that.

Well, I'll be in touch
as soon as I learn anything.

And I wanna thank you again
for bringing

Kolodny's rough stuff
to my attention.

You know, we can't take care of these
matters unless we know about them.

And there's nothing worse than
a cop with an emotional problem.

I'll take care of it.

And one of my men will give
you a lift back to your motel.

Hey!

What...
Hey, you're breaking my...

We didn't figure on Dinaldi
for having a partner

until we caught up with him
and he didn't have the suitcase.

You know, your switch
might have worked,

but Dinaldi was allergic
to torture.

Most people are, Ramsey.

Hey, wrong man.
I'm not Ramsey.

He reserved this room.
It's here.

Hey, that suitcase was here
when I checked in.

Yeah, sure, Ramsey. Sure.

And it's still here.

Which makes you 200 pounds of
fertilizer in an orange grove.

I am not Ramsey!

All right, make it look like
he walked out on his bill

and then plant him
with Dinaldi,

and I'll meet you
on the coast tomorrow.

You guys are making a mistake.

Get up and get dressed.

Hey, look,

I know
you're just following orders

and somebody's gotta
do the dirty work,

but you got the wrong target.

You gotta believe that.

Get dressed.

All right, pal.

You force me
to blow my cover.

I'm a federal narc.

I hate a talky hit.

You aren't listening, sport.

Please. It's me, Rita.

Who's Rita?

She's just a girl
who works at the desk.

You've gotta
get out of here.

All right, open the door
two inches and get rid of her.

Any wider and she buys it,
too.

Look, that photographer
called my mom.

He said he's got proof I was having
an affair at the motel with you.

And she believed him and she
called Pete. He's on his way.

People are always
getting hurt 'cause of me.

I just can't take it anymore.

All right,
just a minute.

Who's Pete?

Pete Kolodny.
Ten to one that's him.

A cop?

Oh, is he ever.

Don't you understand?
He'll kill you.

He knows you filed
a complaint against him.

You've gotta split.
Now.

My car's locked up
in the gas station.

Take mine. Brown and white
Maverick parked behind the office.

Just leave it at the
gas station in Holtville,

the one where
they rent the cars, okay?

You're right.
Go!

Hiya. Remember me?

How'd you get
way out here?

Well, it's a long story,
but I'm in a little trouble.

Want some coffee?
Yeah, yeah.

Thanks.
Sit down.

Your trouble have anything to
do with the fella you're after?

No. There's somebody
trying to kill me.

Did you give someone reason
to want to kill you?

No, no.

Well,

somebody thinks I made a play
for their girl, but I didn't.

You big city boys
give me a kick.

Always messing
with the local lovelies

and then running for cover when the
local Leroy wants to mess with you.

Well,
this Leroy's got a gun.

Leroys usually do,
Mr. Metcalf.

New Pastoria
to six-county grid.

A warrant has been issued for
the arrest of Larry Metcalf,

male Caucasian, approximately
6'2", 200 pounds.

Suspect is wanted
on charges of transporting,

possession of narcotics, grand
theft auto, resisting arrest,

attempted kidnapping, contributing
to delinquency of a minor,

vandalism.

369 to County Central.

Mr. Byrd,
you've been warned about

using official
police frequencies.

Knock off the lip, son.

I got your dope dealer
in custody.

Unit 3 to Central.

I'll take it. I'm only a
few miles from Byrd's place.

That's Kolodny.
You can't turn me over to him.

He's the local Leroy.

Put your hands flat on the
table. Don't give me any guff.

They may have retired me, but
they didn't take away my momentum.

I'm still a cop.

Maybe they wear
real uniforms now,

carry pistols big enough to flatten
a barn, drive high-speed cars.

You are not listening
to me.

Maybe they got their own gas pump
behind the new municipal building,

but who was it just bagged
the big dope dealer?

Freeze!

Been having a good time,
creep? Get your hands up there.

Come on, let's go.

Come on,
we're taking you in.

Wait a minute.
I must not be tracking.

We found the suitcase. The one
you abandoned with the car. Brown.

The initials L.M. on it.
Your initials, Mr. Metcalf.

My initials are J.R.,
for James Rockford.

I'm a private investigator and I
work with the LA police all the time.

It's very easy to explain,
really.

Then you better start
right now.

Well, I took the name Metcalf

for a wife and child
abandonment case.

I posed as
an insurance adjuster.

If I tell people that I'm
dogging a wayward spouse,

they think I'm a heel
and lie through their teeth,

but if they think I'm helping someone
come into an unexpected fortune,

they'll finger
the poor slob every time.

It doesn't make
any difference

whose initials
are on the suitcase.

It's whose prints the lab
finds that interests me.

It isn't my suitcase.

We've placed a $200,000
street value on that heroin.

That's the biggest bust
in county history.

You're looking
at five to life.

And knowing the way Judge
Cline feels about narcotics,

it's a lot closer
to life than five.

What is this whole thing,
a setup?

What whole thing is that,
Rockford?

You're shaking me down, right?

We've got a mountain
of evidence against you,

and we're just
beginning our investigation.

Odds are we'll find
more narcotics in your car.

Oh, come on.

Okay, okay. I'll bite.

What's the tab
on this scam, huh?

What, a grand?

Two?

How about it, Sheriff?
Could I walk for five?

Try 10, in cash, any time
before the arraignment.

After that,
it'll be out of my hands.

Go suck an orange.

You should know better
than to offer me a bribe.

That'll probably cost you
another 14 years.

I wanna talk
to my lawyer.

You'd think she'd have you
sprung by now.

It always takes too long.

How'd you come up
with the cash?

I sold my pickup.

Oh, Dad, I'm sorry.

How much
did you get for it?

$3,000.

Three... Well, it's worth twice that much.

You're being held
without bail.

Not unusual,
considering the charges.

The charges are a crock.

Let me talk
to the County Prosecutor

and find out how hard
he's gonna land on you,

then we'll go
from there, okay?

Well, you just tell him that we've got
a witness that that suitcase is not mine.

See what that does
to his narcotics case.

We do?
You bet.

The only trouble is that

she's in on it.

You're gonna have to
break her down on the stand.

Thanks, Charlie. I won't
be more than 10 minutes.

Mr. Rockford?

Am I supposed to know you?
Oh, no.

No, my name's Karen Sanders.

You know my daughter, Rita.

I just paid $1,000

for the negative
and the only copy

of a photograph
of you and Rita

supposedly checking
into a motel.

What is it?

It just keeps coming,
is that it?

I am going to protect myself
and my daughter and this town.

Now, someone is trying
to tear me down.

Maybe they think if they do,
the town will go with me.

Are you always this modest?

My ideas built New Pastoria.

I organized the people into
founding our own produce co-op.

That's why they elected me
the mayor.

You are the mayor?

And while the rest of our country
is on its economic backside,

we are up to our ears
in prosperity.

Oh, lady, you're talking
apples and oranges

to a man who's worried
about five to life.

I am not going
to have a scandal,

and I am not going to have my
daughter involved in your sordid case

in any way.

Yeah, well,
she's my key witness,

and my lawyer's gonna
bust her little act wide open.

If you agree, I'll drop the attempted
kidnapping and contributing charges.

And if you don't agree,

then I'm afraid I'm going to
have to add statutory rape.

I'm terribly sorry.
But it is entirely up to you.

The prints were smudged,

and Mr. Univaso is going
to drop the narcotics charges.

I understand
you can produce a witness

who will testify
that suitcase isn't yours.

No, I can't.

I see.

How big
is your detective agency?

He has a quarter-page ad in the
yellow pages. That big enough?

I'm very well connected in LA

and some of my people aren't
too happy about this, either.

Now, whoever's
pulling the strings

can expect some very
heavy stuff to come down.

The wheels
are already turning.

What is that?
Some sort of threat?

Absolutely not. My client is
far too intelligent for that.

Well, I should hope so.

Our legal system
tends to favor

the cooperative spirit.

Well, then, we have nothing to worry about.

Good.

Now, you plead your client guilty to
attempted bribery and grand theft auto.

I'll withdraw
all the other counts

and I'll try to get him off
with a fine.

It may be a financial
inconvenience,

but the alternative could be 15
years in a state penitentiary.

How large of a financial
inconvenience are we discussing?

A ballpark figure?

$15,000.

If your client declines
the County's generosity,

I'll prosecute
all charges to the fullest.

The arraignment's
at 10:00 in the morning.

You have until then
to decide.

What's that all about?

It's called
plea bargaining.

It's also called...

It was a rather
severe example of the art.

And what happened to our
witness? I felt like an idiot!

Well, how many years

does contributing, attempted
kidnapping, and statutory rape add up to?

Seventy-five,
give or take a decade.

That's what happened
to her.

You upgraded him to 15!

Creekmore called him in
at 10.

He sounds like a man
who can raise it.

Let's put them
on the speaker.

It wouldn't surprise me

if this rip-off went all
the way up to the judge.

I don't think so.

I've checked him out, and
based on everything I've heard,

I have to respect it.

Should I count on that?

I didn't say
he was lenient.

He has a reputation for
punishing to the maximum.

I'm not sure
I can walk you clean, Jim.

It's too stacked here.

Plead guilty
to the lesser charges

and we'll get it reversed
like that in a higher court.

Come on, Rockford,
listen to the lady.

If you think
the judge is fair,

then I want
my day in court.

All right, Jim,
it's your choice.

Looks like we're gonna go all
the way with this one, buddy.

He'll never know
what hit him.

Possession of narcotics for
sale, transporting narcotics,

grand theft auto,
resisting arrest,

destruction of private
property, assault and battery,

assaulting an officer
of the law,

attempted bribery,

vandalism,
and reckless driving.

Plead your client.

Not guilty, Your Honor,
on all charges.

And so we have
before us

a man who came here
under an assumed name,

carrying enough narcotics to destroy the
life of every young person in this town.

Now, Your Honor,

not only does the County have
an abundance of hard evidence,

but in every instance
it is corroborated

by the sworn statements
of officers of the law

and some of New Pastoria's
most respected citizens.

There is no doubt that the County
can substantiate these charges

and I move that the accused
be bound over for trial

and held without bail
until that time.

Does the defense
have a statement

before I rule on
the well-considered charges?

Yes, Your Honor.

The defense
is rather impressed

at the speed with which
the County was able to amass

this formidable
display of evidence,

but it is my client's
contention that all of it

is either irrelevant,
circumstantial, fabricated,

andlor falsified.

That does not surprise me,
considering the weight of the charges.

The accused is hereby ordered
to stand trial on all charges...

Hold on a minute, Russ.
I got something to say.

Sorry, Emmett, this is not
your territory anymore.

Who says it ain't?

I'm the one who brung

the destruction
of private property

and the assault and battery
charges against him,

and I want them dropped.

Your Honor, the County
is charging the accused,

not Mr. Byrd
or any other private citizen.

Counselor?

But in view
of his lifetime of service,

we will consider his wishes

and request that the accused be
held over on all but those charges.

Thank you, Counselor.
It is so ruled.

The trial date is set

at five weeks from today.

Bail is set to $25,000.

Hearing is dismissed.

That's gonna leave us
awful shy on bail money.

We only have to come up
with 10% of it

and that gives us
$500 to spare.

Just get me out of here
before he changes his mind.

Shouldn't take too long.

Here he comes.

What took you so long?

We finally used
my credit rating.

This fella here
says he has your suitcase.

In my trunk. I found
it behind the tool shed.

Thanks.
Thanks a lot.

You know, he's another one.

He invites me in,
pours me coffee,

pulls a gun, calls the cops,

has me arrested, then presses
charges, drops the charges,

brings me my suitcase.

See what I mean
about this town?

What made you finally change
your mind about the charges?

Well, I was there when
Vern Soper toted in his bags

and I didn't see
any brown one.

Something else been
bothering me since then, too.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Harve Nyquist
sold his Riviera,

bought himself a little foreign
matchbox about three weeks ago.

Terrific!

Terrific?

Harve Nyquist
never ordered any radials.

Ronny Brown never even heard
of New Pastoria or Creekmore.

No wonder
I couldn't figure it.

I thought it all started
at the motel.

Give me the Travel Inn
in Holtville, please.

Creekmore must have been
the roper.

He bought
my insurance adjuster cover

and figured
it'd be a good job,

so he lied about Ronny Brown,
sent me up here.

And then he had a super wrench
do a number on my brakes.

Yeah, then he just called
ahead to the Pastoria players.

Cashier, please.

What's that got to do
with the radials?

Well, Soper lied about having
to go pick them up

just to cover the fact that he
was out there waiting for me.

He knew I was coming.
He's smart.

So, if we knew
who Creekmore called...

Hi, hon, Gene Creekmore.

What can I do
for you, Mr. Creekmore?

Well, I hope
you can save my neck.

You see, my company
ships on bills of lading

that are computer-coded
to the customer's PO number

and then cross-coded to the
billing address's telephone number.

Can't be too careful when you're
dealing in pharmaceuticals.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Creekmore?

Well, I lost my phone book.
I did.

And I had to call in the
Pastoria order from memory,

and I must have
missed a number,

because the computer punched
out the bills of lading,

but it kicks back
the invoice every time

and my tail's in a wringer.

There is oxadynaphenomomital
lost in the shuffle,

and there's just no way for me to
trace it unless I get the number,

which I can't do
without my phone book.

Well, what can I do for you,
Mr. Creekmore?

Oh, well, all I need is
the telephone numbers

that I called
on Tuesday night.

I'll hold while
you get them off my bill.

Man, I don't know why you're not
in more trouble than you are in.

You made three calls, Mr.
Creekmore. All to the same number.

555...

555...

6631.

6631.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, of course, that...

Hey, thank you, and I owe
you a good time next trip.

Right.

Well, there's an answering machine
hidden in the woodwork somewhere.

Creekmore calls a machine?

Yeah.

What a program.
Can it be busted?

If we can't connect Creekmore to
the man and the man to the machine,

we can't bust their game.

How do they
keep it all straight?

Official county documents
in official county files,

kept by official
county crooks.

You're gonna have to
unpack your tape recorder,

and, Rocky, I'm gonna need your flight bag.

Look, why wasn't somebody on
him the moment he made bail?

We can't be everywhere. We're
working three different programs.

Oh, come on now, Cliff,

you had the dress manufacturer
cooled off by 5:00,

the guy from Austin was drunk
in his Sierra until 9:00,

and Rita's been holed up with that
feed lot manager on the murder beef.

A guy went ape, Gil. We had
to pull the raid a day early.

Creekmore didn't tell us
he had a gun, either.

We picked a gravy, 245,
but Rita almost got shot.

Well, listen, you know
Friday is my committee night.

And with the lemon festival
only four weeks away,

I simply don't have time
for these interruptions.

Rockford broke
into my file.

Well, you're having
a terrific day, aren't you?

I heard all about it.

And I don't want you putting
Rita with a man like that again.

Look,
she can handle it.

Oh, I know she can handle it.

I simply don't want her
to have to.

Now, is anything missing?

The file on James Rockford.

It's hard to say what else.

Look, we have a big play
coming in tomorrow.

I recommend
putting it on hold.

How big?

Fifty base.

Can Rockford hurt us
with anything he saw or took?

I wouldn't rule it out.

We've overcome too many
obstacles to pull out now.

We're so close to coming
around the corner.

You bring the 50 home

and issue an APB on Rockford,
state-wide.

If you take him
in the county, kill him.

Rocky, we're moving.

Beth? I blew it.
We gotta go.

I am an officer of the court. I
can't help you escape from the law.

Here, they even kept
balance sheets.

Your law engineered over 500
felony convictions in two years,

they collected two and a half
million dollars in fines,

and they probably extorted
twice that much

from people who paid off
bribes to Gladish.

How can you get that many convictions
without developing a pattern?

Univaso had me
on eight counts, right?

It is his option to press any
combination of them he wants,

which gives him a couple of
thousand just in my case alone.

Now, the next mark is gonna be framed
on a whole different set of beefs.

They never repeat themselves.

Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming.

You are talking about
our judicial system.

You can't get a conviction
without evidence.

We have all the evidence
they need.

I mean, 90% of them plead
guilty to lesser charges.

And then if the sentence
is always a fine,

then it's paid
and off they go.

The other 10%
are doing hard time.

Well, what about appeals? Surely
a higher court would reverse.

Nobody ever appears.

Now, come on, would you risk
reopening an indecent exposure,

lewd act, child molesting
charge against yourself

just to clear yourself from
a grand theft auto charge?

Not this kid.

Jim, I can't even
think in those terms!

All right, all right. I'm sorry,
I was wrong about the judge.

Which means that you should have
given that Sheriff his rotten bribe.

I would have
if I'd had the money.

Jim, we've gotta
do something.

All set, sonny.

All right,
you're both clean.

I want you to drop me
outside of town.

And get hold of Becker,

give him everything in this
bag. It should be enough.

What are you gonna do,
Jim?

Out.

Hey.

Wait a minute.
Who do you think you are?

Search the trunk.

You can't do that.
You need a warrant for that.

Check the rooms.

Hey, that ain't
no way to treat a lady.

Hey,
where's Rockford?

... ambulance injury,
1760 Sycamore, Code 2.

All right, you're both
under arrest.

Okay, book them for aiding,
abetting and resisting, for openers.

I'll add to the list
later.

Get back out on the road.

That joker can't
be too far yet. Go.

Unit 3 to Unit 1.

Got the Ford
on Bludecker Road.

Abandoned. Tank's empty.

Tires about an hour cold.
Suitcase still in it.

Copy.
Fred, call me on the landline.

All right, boys, he's on foot.
Let's get down on him.

Pattern 4,
converge in section 3.

Use Route 209
and bring in on all charges...

You can't stay out of it,
can you?

What did you come here for?
You know I got to turn you in.

Oh, no. You arrest me.

Son, I can't arrest anybody.

Sure you can.
Citizen's arrest.

You just put me
in protective custody.

And if I do, then what?

Can you get me
out of the county?

Son, you know I can't
help you run from the law.

Now, wait a minute.
If you do that,

you're just calling in
a goon squad.

And I know
that may not bother you,

but they're holding
my father and my attorney,

and I can't do anything about
it unless I get this evidence

to someone I can trust.

Evidence?

That's right, I got enough in
here to bring the whole thing down.

Just get me to Detective
Sergeant Becker, LAPD.

How about it?

You know, I been saying there's
something wrong around here

for a long time.

All units,

run a 2920 for 10 miles
an hour, lights out.

Kolodny, you run a reverse four
at 70 with everything shaking.

Don't worry about them.

I was running this county
with my lights out

before any of them deputies
was born.

Come on, let's go.

I gotta
make a call first.

Meet me at
Green River Bridge.

496, receiving...
It's working.

... for 2889...
It's half in code.

Come on,
let's get out of here.

We have an appointment
with Judge Cline.

Emmett, I couldn't discuss his
case with him, even if I wanted to.

Well, he's got new evidence.

Then his lawyer can submit it
through proper channels.

No, she can't.
She's in jail,

kidnapped by the police.

The police
do not kidnap people.

They do in New Pastoria,
every day.

Rockford here broke into the
municipal building last night.

There's an APB out on him.

Don't worry, Russ,
he's my prisoner.

Emmett,
you can't have a prisoner.

I do now.

Look, just hear the man out.

Then I'll do
whatever you say.

Well, you don't have
to listen to me, Judge.

Here. Just read these, huh?

Wait here.

Yeah, it was. It was a speed trap
town back in them days, but...

Well, it was survival,
is all.

Listen,
you are wrong about Russ.

I sure hope so.
If not, I'm dead.

Oh.

I can't accept it.

I knew it.

You don't know a thing!

Half the crime in this country
is caused by lenient judges.

Thank God
I'm not one of them.

But I don't hold people
for ransom, either.

A man owes me something

if he admits to committing
a felony in my county,

and I'm gonna be sure
he pays it.

Russ?

What if it's true?

How can it be, Emmett?

Go on.

Take him down the mountain and turn
him in before you get in trouble, too.

I knew it.

All right, if you say so,
Russ. But what if it is true?

It's not true, Emmett.
It can't be.

There's no way
to prove it.

Look, why don't we nose
through Soper's records?

See how many of your confessed
felons came into town behind his rig?

Circumstantial.
Where's the link?

You would have to be able to prove
that he knew the man was coming.

There's one due in
this afternoon.

What?

Well, here's the call
he made on me.

Man adjust injures.

Five base, 10 top.
Try GTA.

Front, 11501.

Back, wise guy, so use
heavy hammer, maybe a 2611.

1400 Wednesday, 18975.

Orange peel Bird,
cal zero-G...

The last part told him
when I'd be coming in,

where, what I'd be driving,
and what'd be wrong with it.

The first part you can
figure out for yourself.

GTA means Grand Theft Auto.

A 11501, narcotics?

A narcotics back?

Well, that's the charge
Univaso offers to drop

if you plead guilty
to the front.

The hammer is just a little
something to make you like the offer.

In my case it was good old statutory
rape, hand-carried by the Mayor.

Karen?

Why, she couldn't possibly
be mixed up in this.

Pastoria would still be an
exploited, impoverished county

if she hadn't come along
with her dreams. Terrific.

You finally admitted there's
something to be mixed up in.

Now,
don't get a smart mouth.

This is a lot easier on you,

no matter what
you've been through.

Well, let's just see how easy
it's gonna be on the next guy.

Electronic. 50 base,
75 top, but feel higher.

And with three, religious.

496 receiving front natural
for a 288 back and a 187 hammer.

Great annuity shot. 1500
Saturday, Eight Mile Grade.

Black cab, I'll 94 old
faithful. No CW. Piece of cake.

Well, Creekmore says this guy
should be worth about $50,000.

How's he gonna get it, Judge?
By the numbers.

A receiving
stolen property front,

a child molesting back.

Oh, no.
Right, right.

They're gonna make him
think he killed somebody.

This kind must bribe out every
time. There's no court, no records.

Looks like a blackmail
follow-up, too.

Your proof should be on something
called the Eight Mile Grade.

All right.
I've seen enough.

Good. Let's get to a phone,
call the highway patrol

or anyone else
we can think of.

Emmett,
you're county sheriff again.

That is,
if you feel up to it.

I'm up to it.

Then let's start
with Soper.

Hey, now, wait a minute,
let's go get some help.

Titles aren't gonna mean a thing
once they know we're onto them.

They're gonna hit us
like the Marines.

We'll handle this.

Now, you just wait in the car
and you won't get hurt.

Come on.

You're under arrest, Soper.

How's that again?

Look, it'll go a lot easier
with you if you come quietly.

Hey!

They're onto us.
I'm on the Eight Mile Grade.

Rockford's here.
We got trouble.

What do you think
you're doing?

Soper, what's happening up
there? Give me your cuffs.

Unit 1 to Unit 3.
Did you copy, Sheriff?

All right. Back this tow truck
up and play out the cable.

Got it.

Mister, this is
police business.

Hey, get your hands off me.
Easy. Take it easy.

Here, I'll do that, Judge.

All right.

Sheriff, if you and Kolodny
are at the Eight Mile Grade,

you're almost on them.

He's coming up fast.

Keep your eye on Soper.

Okay, Sheriff, hook it on
that big tree across the road.

Right.

Right, I'll have to play out
some more cable. Go on.

All right, Sheriff,

move your car in the middle of the road!

All right, Judge,
when I give you the word...

Yes.

Now!

Slow down!
Stop it, stop it!

All right, back up.
Back up!

Is he all right?

Yeah, he seems to be.
Come on now.

Up here.

Karen,

I'd give anything
if it weren't true.

I'm the best thing that
ever happened to this county,

and you know it, Russ.

We could have turned the
corner in six months, too.

And then Pastoria County could
have become a nationally respected,

self-supporting,
legitimate...

And built on the bodies
of a lot of innocent people.

Is there a town which hasn't
been built that way, Mr. Rockford?

What about LA?
Or Chicago?

And as for you, you burned plenty
of people right along with us.

I didn't bring the charges.

Oh, really, Russ,

a fine is nothing more than a
legally-demanded ransom in anybody's court.

No, Karen.
It's a bill that's come due.

Well, a big one's come due
to the county today.

Come on, let's go
get your fingers dirty.

Oh, speaking of bills,
Judge,

I figure there's gonna
be a long line.

I'd kind of like to get mine
settled before the rush.