All language subtitles for The Rockford Files S03e08 Rattlers

I've got you on
fraud, grand theft.

Book these guys
on the red barn con.

You may kiss the bride.

They sent some
goons over to the motel.

They got to Eddie.
He's dead, Jimmy.

Dead?

You have to try and
find that murderer.

He's right.

It's either that, or we
wait to join the melon rinds

in the back of
some garbage truck.

ANGEL: Stop that guy. He's
one of the creeps that killed Bobby!

(PHONE RINGING)

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

(BEEPS)

MAN: Gene's 24-hour
Emergency Plumbing.

Your water heater's blown?

We'll have somebody
out there Tuesday.

Thursday at the latest.

ROCKY: I still can't believe
it, Sonny. It's so sudden.

That's the front
door to the chapel.

I gotta go back to see Angel.

Hey, hey, there's
the man now. Angel.

Stow the ear wash. Too
much to ask you to be on time?

Well, give me a break, will you?

I mean, you handed me
an hour-and-a-half's notice.

You're lucky I had a clean suit.

Yeah, here come the excuses.

Boy, what a mistake
making you the best man.

All right, come on, Angel.

I'm gonna take good care of you.

Now, you know, popping this
on the world the way you did,

well, I didn't have a chance to
tell you that I'm really happy for you.

And I'm really looking
forward to meeting Regine.

Come on, now, tell me,
what sort of person is she?

Medium height.

(ORGAN PLAYING)

Sparks, fireworks, that's how it
was when Regine and me met.

(EXCLAIMS)

Elliott, come on in here, man.

I go on the block
in five minutes.

You want to close
the door, chief?

Ah!

Is that lovely or
is that lovely, huh?

Fourteen-karat gold, no fill.

It's got your Hebrew
letters in there.

Says "Love always." Sixty bucks.

The chick isn't Jewish and
neither am I, so can the hustle.

I told you my price range.

Hey, Angel, for 10 bucks, you
can't buy the ring on a bathtub.

ELLIOTT: Okay, let's see
what else we got. Here.

Now here. Here's what 20
buys. What is it? It's nothing.

It doesn't make any kind
of personal statement.

It's beautiful.
I'll give you 15.

Eighteen. Fifteen
don't pay my gas.

(ORGAN PLAYING
WEDDING MARCH) Fifteen...

You better wrap up
negotiations, Angel.

Angel, hey.

(DOOR OPENING)

We are gathered together to unite
this man and this woman in marriage,

which is an institution ordained of
nature in the very laws of our being

for the happiness and
welfare of mankind.

Will you, Evelyn, take this woman,
Regine, to be your wedded wife?

To love, to comfort her, honor and
keep her in sickness and in health,

as long as you both shall live?

Yes, sir.

REVEREND: By the
authority committed unto me,

I declare you husband and wife.

Whomsoever God hath joined
together, let no man put asunder.

(ORGAN PLAYING)

Regine, honey, I
hope you like that ring.

It was my mother's,

and her mother's before that.

You may kiss the bride.

WOMAN: (WHISPERING)
That's Regine's brother.

What do you call this?

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

Regine, are you crazy?

WOMAN: (WHISPERING)
He's her brother.

Bobby, you get out of here.

You go and
marry a piff like this

and you don't
even tell the family?

I got to hear it
from your landlord?

Bobby, there must have
been a mistake, man.

I sent out all
these invitations.

Sure, I wanted you
and your brothers

to come to this reception we're
going to have afterwards at Mario's.

All the wine and linguine
you can put in your face.

(SCREAMS)

Hey, wait a minute.
Now, wait a minute.

I don't know who you are or what
your problem is, you better cool it.

Stop it! Stop it!

(MUSIC STOPS)

He's not even
Armenian. He's nothing.

That's not fair, Bobby.
I'm part Armenian.

Somebody, please
get him out of here!

My brothers are gonna
hear about this, doc.

You're dead meat.

And you're next in
the grinder, mister.

REGINE: I want to
apologize to all of you for this.

Especially you, Ev.

But Ev is right. We've
got a party going,

and I hope you can
all forget about this

and come on down to Mario's

and have all the wine and
linguine you can put in your face.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yeah, who is it?

It's me, Angel.

Jimmy, my marriage
is on the rocks.

Regine left me.

There she was, in the
prettiest negligée you ever saw.

Her eyes were so alive.

We were just finishing
our shrimp cocktails

which the room
service brought up.

You know, she
loves shrimp cocktail.

Anyway, one
thing led to another,

she started crying
and then she was gone.

Oh, Angel, hey, hey.

I'm sorry for you, Angel. But,
you know, these things happen.

You know, she's a
real sweet person.

She's the love of my
life, Jimmy. I need her.

You don't know
how bad I need her.

I know, Angel. Hey, hey.

Look, it's a strange
place, it's the first night.

You know, in a new hotel. Just
try and relax. You want a beer?

A beer?

You don't put a Band-Aid
on a situation like this.

I want my wife back.

Oh, now, come on, Angel.

Hey, she's probably over at
the maid of honor's, you know...

She'll cry, they'll talk
the whole thing out,

then she'll come back to you.

You don't know her.

Jimmy, listen to
me. You talk to her.

(STAMMERING) You convince
her, huh? To see my side of it.

Look, she was very
fond of you at the party.

Look, Angel, I do not
handle domestic disputes.

I... I... That's just
asking for trouble.

WOMAN: Tell him
about the shrimp cocktail.

He ordered her
this shrimp cocktail.

Well, yeah, yeah.
Angel told me about that.

He said you really
love shrimp cocktail.

Okay. But how many can you love?

I mean, at first I
thought it was a joke.

And then he ordered six of them.

The whole night he was
either dialing room service

or squirting little lemons
into seafood sauce.

And then there
was the television,

and then soaking his
bad back in the tub.

Right, Regine?

I mean, let's face it, he obviously
didn't care about making love to her.

Well, look, Regine,

I know Angel is... unique.

And, granted, he takes
some getting used to.

Sometimes his behavior is...

Well, it's... unique.

But he has some good qualities.

You know...

Hey, I don't know what happened.

It was just the first night.
Would you talk to him?

I just got a phone
call from my brothers.

They put me straight about him.

You know, he's not
even who he says he is.

Last year I was going
with this real sweet guy.

Donny Engels. Only
my family broke it up.

See, Donny wasn't rich enough, he wasn't
smart enough, he wasn't Armenian enough.

So, he left town.
Just disappeared.

Okay. So now, I
go and I marry Ev.

And look what happens.

I mean, maybe my
brothers are right.

Maybe I can't run my own
life without making a mess of it.

Oh, come on, now, hey.

You don't seem that
type to me, really.

Look, Regine, before
you were saying something

about Angel not being
what he said he was.

What was all that?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
You're not gonna believe this.

Hi, Mr. Boyajian.

Hey, Aze, look at this.

Here's the guy that
pounded me at the church.

Well. Just who are you?

The name's Jim Rockford.

Get your clothes on. I'm
taking you to my place.

Rockford. James Rockford.

Azie, remember?
Remember Rockford?

That's the man Martin said was his
supervisor back at his home office.

Well, now, isn't
that interesting?

AZIE: You're gonna
like this, Rockford.

When Bobby brought us
the happy wedding news,

we thought we'd check up
on the new brother-in-law.

So we made a phone call to the
Maple Leaf Breweries in Quebec.

How's that grab you?

They never heard of
any Edward Groger.

They never heard of
any Dr. Evelyn Martin,

and they never had any
plans to buy land out here.

Oh, oh, Dr. Evelyn...
Wait a minute.

Dr. Evelyn Martin?

Now, look, I should have
seen this thing coming.

(GRUNTS)

$5,000 down the toilet
for a cheap con game?

Hey, look, I had
nothing to do with this.

(GRUNTS)

ROCKFORD: I'm telling you,
Martin is right out here in my car.

Why don't you talk to him?

You're in deep trouble,
Mr. Brewmeister.

AZIE: Get him. Get him!

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

ROCKFORD: Angel, open up.
Come on, I know you're inside.

Angel?

(DOOR RATTLING)

Angel!

(RATTLING)

All right, I found my car
downstairs. Now, where are my keys?

Jimmy, I had to split.

Well, sure you did, "Doctor."

Boy, of all the names to
toss out in your little scam,

you've got to go and pick mine.

Look, Jimmy, you got an
important name. Solid. Rockford.

Don't that sound good? Rockford.

They think I'm
part of the action.

Now, what was it
this time, Angel?

The red barn con or what, huh?

Yeah, Jimmy, it's a good guess.

It's a variation
of the red barn.

Yeah, well, I'm in
it all the way now.

So I want to know every detail.

Every cheesy little detail.

Jimmy, you're burning
me on this thing.

See, the Boyajian brothers
are in the garbage business.

And they had this old dump
that they covered with topsoil.

They were trying to
sell it as real estate.

It's called a sanitary landfill.

But it was a real
unsafe gobbler.

Well, they've been 10
years praying for a buyer.

Aha! And a Canadian beer mogul

is the answer to their prayers.

Now, who set the hook?

(STAMMERING) Well, uh... Eddie Groger.
He was V.P. in charge of development.

Eddie Groger.

Yeah. Well, he said the
land was perfect for a brewery.

He offered them 150 G's,

and he also told them that we'd
use their crew to dig up the topsoil

and recompact it
according to building codes.

They had sugarplums
dancing in their eyes.

Then you come in as the stall?

Yeah.

I was V.P. in charge of the
human factor development.

I said that I found a better
piece of land up the coast

and I overruled Eddie.

Then you jerk the
Boyajians around

till they start offering you
bribes to approve their parcel.

Yeah. $5,000, $10,000,
then you and Eddie split.

Hey, have you worked
this con before, Jimmy?

Eddie said it was a
whole new departure.

Yeah, well, the only new
wrinkle that I can see is

what are you doing
married to the mark's sister?

I had to. It was my only hope.

You see, the Boyajians
tumbled to our game and then,

well, a couple of days ago, they
sent some goons over to the motel.

I wasn't there, but
they got to Eddie.

He's dead, Jimmy.
That's straight.

Dead?

What do you mean, the Boyajians
tumbled? How do you know that?

Eddie babbled before he died.

He told me that the two
goons who came with

the lead pipes were
talking about the land.

They were looking for me

but Eddie didn't tell
them where I was.

And, well, my only comfort is
I'd have done the same for Eddie.

Oh, yeah.

I made an anonymous
phone call to the cops.

What else could I
do? He was dead.

So it was time to start
thinking about you, huh?

"Oh, I need her,
Jimmy. I really need her.

"You don't know how I need
her." You know, that's pathetic.

Well, what am I supposed to
do? Take the lead pipe massage?

You could have left town
without ruining Regine's life.

What about my parole,
Mr. Holier-than-thou?

I break that, I'm
back in the joint again.

Now, these Armenians
are close-knit.

Once you're in the
family, you are gold.

See, once we'd have
been on our honeymoon,

well, then I would've fessed
up to Regine about the swindle.

When we got back, she'd have
taken my side against her brother.

Crazy about me. Yeah, and once
the flap with her brothers died down,

you'd have been
gone like a cool breeze.

Well, maybe. But
in the meantime,

I'd have been bringing
the girl true joy.

Listen, the first time we were
over at Azie's house for dinner,

she was smiling,
making eyes at me,

dipping her donut in my tea.

Love, Jimmy. Oh, yeah?

Well, here's something
you're really gonna love.

The Boyajians didn't kill
Eddie Groger. That's right, Ev.

Now, they only called
Montreal a few hours ago

and found out you'd
been conning them.

You got married for nothing.

Oh, God almighty, no.

Well, somebody
killed Eddie Groger.

And somebody's looking for me.

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. Probably
somebody's still looking for me

and now I don't even know
who it is I should run from.

Then call the police.
I'm out of it for keeps.

Name's Robert Boyajian, Sarge.

Bobby Boyajian's brothers
tell us that you two guys

took the kid apart in a
wedding chapel in La Jolla.

And now he's dead.

So don't sit there like butter
wouldn't melt in your mouths.

I don't care what they say. We didn't
start anything. It was Boyajian himself.

That's right. They're
a bunch of liars.

If you've ever dealt
with the Boyajians,

you know what creeps they are.

Mr. Martin, Bobby's sister
Regine said that you telephoned her

at Azie Boyajian's
house last night.

You tried to arrange a
meeting with her brothers

so you could iron out
some problems. Is that right?

Wait a minute.
Angel, you did what?

Regine can't testify against
me. She's my legal wife.

Regine hung up
on you, Mr. Martin.

So maybe you telephoned Bobby at
his home and he agreed to meet you.

Bobby's wound was point-blank.

Had to be somebody who knew him.

Somebody who could
walk right up to him.

Right. So what
I'm saying is this.

You, or you, or both
of you met Bobby

and got what you really wanted.

Which wasn't to iron
out any problems,

but to fill the kid's face
with double-O buckshot.

It was birdshot, Lieutenant.

Birdshot, buckshot. How much
speculation do we have to listen to?

You may have a motive.
Maybe opportunity.

But do you have an
eyewitness? A weapon?

Anything that's at all solid?

Well, I think that ought
to take care of that.

I don't think the
District Attorney's Office

is gonna file on loose
charges, will they?

Sit down, Rockford.

What for? You
can't file a charge.

Not on the homicide, not yet.

But I've got you on
fraud, grand theft.

Complaints signed by
the Boyajian brothers.

Sergeant, get somebody
from the bunko squad up here.

Book these guys
on the red barn con.

Like I said, sit
down, gentlemen.

Let 'em have it!

Sucker busted up my wedding.

Hey, Jimmy, how you doing?

What are you cheesed at me
about? I got you off the bunko rap.

Angel, you get too close to me,

I'm going to pull out
your beard hair by hair.

Hey, it ain't like you're the
one that got the sergeant on me

and it wasn't your partner
that got beaten to death.

You're not the one
that's got somebody

going to hit you over
the head with a lead pipe.

For you, it's over with. Hey!

Hey, what are you two
guys doing out on the street?

Hey, Azie, how are you?

I'm so terribly sorry
to hear about Bobby.

Jim, just keep walking.
Don't say anything. I mean it.

Rockford, you scumbag.
Don't you turn your back on me.

Azie, don't get
into it. Not here.

We got to pick up
Bobby's belongings.

Then I guess we're gonna
give them to Goodwill,

'cause he ain't never
gonna use them no more.

His whole face is gone.

And the police let sleaze
like you go free, huh?

Okay. So be it.

We know where
to find both of you.

I'm Mr. Rockford's attorney.
Should I interpret that as a threat?

Come on. Come on.

All right.

It's over, huh?

Jim, I think the
thing for you to do

is just lay low until the
cops nab Bobby's killer.

These guys will cool off.

But they ain't gonna
make that collar

if they're set on sticking me
and Jimmy with the killing.

I'm talking about survival, now.

You're gonna have to
try and find that murderer.

Oh, no. No.
Absolutely not. Beth.

I don't want... Beth.

He's right.

It's either that, or we
wait to join the melon rinds

in the back of
some garbage truck.

Hey, Leo Kale?

Jim Calmet, County Health,
Communicable Disease Control.

I'm here regarding
a Robert Boy...

Boyajian. Yeah. Yeah.

I've been interviewing all
his friends and coworkers.

They tell me over there that you
were perhaps the closest to him.

We had a few yuks.

You see, our department was notified
that during Mr. Boyajian's autopsy

that there were indications
of incipient encephalitis.

You see, the disease has
a tendency to go epidemic,

so, of course, we're
trying to find out

where he might
have contracted it.

See, it's my job to
assemble a total picture

on just exactly all his contacts
and activities for the past few weeks.

I sure hope you can help me.

Past few weeks?

I got trouble remembering
where I was this morning.

Let's see. Little Bobby
showed up for work most days.

He didn't deserve a
snootful of birdshot.

Hey, you know, we
weren't joined at the hip.

Why don't you go
talk to his family?

Oh, well, I plan to do that,

but, you know, in the
middle of their grief...

Grief? Listen, there's
a funeral and all,

and that's a lot of showy slop.

Appearances, you know. His
brothers had no use for him,

and he had no use for
them. The kid was a free spirit.

Well, I'll... I'll file
all this information.

I sure want to thank you
for your help, Mr. Kale.

It's okay, gent.
Kill a germ for Leo.

Middle of your brother's
wake and a Cat goes out.

Hey! You guys, stop that guy!

He's one of the creeps
that killed Bobby.

Hey! Hey, you! Hey,
wait, stop him! Hey!

(TIRES SCREECHING)
Stop him! Hey, stop him!

Who is he?

His name's Rockford. An ex-con.

Him and another jailbird,
Angel Martin, they did it.

And the jerk cops went
ahead and sprung them loose.

This investigation
is at a dead end.

Say, how about another
sandwich? Uh-uh.

Dad, look, buckshot is
more lethal than birdshot.

I mean, it's a logical
choice in a shotgun killing.

I mean, even Chapman
saw it as buckshot.

Dennis had to
correct him. Well, it...

No, no, no, now wait.

Now, Leo Kale, right out of the
blue, he pops up with birdshot.

How'd he know?

Well, probably just
a figure of speech.

Look, Sonny, I
hate to tell you this,

but you got a mighty
skimpy lead in this.

Remember, folks, that's
Gene's Universal Motors,

here in the friendly
city of Artesia.

And I know the little
lady is gonna like it.

And speaking
of the little lady...

Remember, I'll see that
each and every one of you

get all the Smith's Buttercrunch
candies you can eat.

Now we have... Hey, Gene.

(WHISTLING) Come here.

Cut it.

We'll pick this up later.

What do you want, Leo?

(ENGINE STARTING)

MAN: Lenny will be
back in a moment, sir.

Oh, Mr. Chechik? Yeah.

Jim Pokell.

Well, how are you?

Hey, you're just as
tall as you are on TV.

Hey, listen, I'll tell you
why I came in here.

I need myself a second car.

I want something
a little conservative,

but with some zotz
under the hood.

Now this Charger here, now that
looks pretty good. Priced right, too.

And I know you're
gonna like the terms, too.

Why don't you come into my
office? We'll have a cup of coffee.

Well, more than the price, what I'm really
interested in is personalized service.

Now, a good
drinking buddy of mine

told me to come
down here and see you.

Leo Kale.

Big guy. Great sense of humor.

(LAUGHING)

Don't know a Leo Kale. Sorry.

Now I kind of feel like a jerk.

I mean, why would he
tell me a thing like that?

Well, it happens.

You know, your average Joe sometimes
likes to say he knows a TV personality.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Look, can you
excuse me a minute?

One of my mechanics
has got a problem.

(STAMMERING) Yeah,
but what about the car?

Oh, well, since Lenny
was taking care of you first,

I don't want to cut
his commission.

You can have him paged
from the salesroom floor.

Listen, I know you're going
to like your new Charger.

Yeah.

Hi. Thank you for coming.

You know, this could have
waited till after the wake.

I told Azie I needed
to take a walk.

Which was true.

I appreciate your
willingness to talk to me.

You know, it's obvious you
don't think that Angel and I

had anything to do with
Bobby's death, and I'm glad.

I know you didn't.

But tell me,

where is rock bottom as far
as your friend is concerned?

Let's sit down.

Did Bobby ever
have any involvement

with a car dealer by the
name of Gene Chechik?

No, I tend to doubt it.

Bobby never hung out with any of
what you'd call your normal people.

The Leo Kales of the
world were more his speed.

You met Leo? Yeah.

Oh, isn't he a trip to the zoo?

You know, Azie always felt that
Bobby should have been Leo's brother.

Azie felt that Bobby was
a cross he had to bear.

Why is Azie so bent on
revenge now that Bobby's gone?

Guilt.

There's nothing like it to take all
the fun out of hating somebody.

Azie has to take credit for
the way that Bobby turned out.

He knows it.

See, Bobby was always...

wild and unpredictable.

And if Azie is anything,
he is predictable.

His self-control isn't
all it could be, either.

You know, when Bobby was 16,

all he wanted to
do was have fun.

Cutting class, smoking,
speeding around in a car.

He was fun.

He was good company.

And then Azie threw
him out of the house.

Cut off his money. Claimed
it would make him a man.

It just drove him closer
to people like Leo.

And gradually,

Bobby wasn't fun anymore.

He was just mean.

And drunk. And
perpetually broke.

A wedding and a
funeral in three days.

(CHUCKLING) The limousine
people must really love us.

Regine, you say Bobby
was always broke.

He wasn't broke when he died.

You have any idea where he
got the $1,000 that was on him?

(STAMMERING) Look, I
don't know if it means anything,

but Chechik and Kale are tight.

I mean, I saw Chechik drop
everything to talk to Kale.

Then later,
Chechik lied about it.

I don't know what it means,

but I think it's possible that Leo
Kale is the one who murdered Bobby.

Leo?

(EXCLAIMS)

I don't know why that
surprises me at all.

I used to say to Bobby,
"Stay away from Leo."

Leo was a Long Beach Rattler.

Yeah, I remember the Rattlers.

The sphinx, the pyramid, King
Tut. That's all ancient history.

Dennis, I told you, Leo
Kale was an outlaw biker.

Okay, Dennis, maybe it slides
together in a weird kind of way.

But Regine Boyajian told me that Leo
Kale went to work for their family in 1963.

Well, '63 was just about
the time that the Boyajians

filled their dump with
topsoil and put it up for sale.

And Leo Kale ran one of
the dozers that did the work.

When do we get
to the Trojan War?

Thirteen years later, Eddie Groger and
Angel Martin come up with their little con.

And what happens, huh?

Eddie Groger ends up on a
table with a drain at one end

and then Bobby Boyajian
is the next one to die.

Now, come on, doesn't that
pique your curiosity just a little, huh?

Dennis, all it's gonna take is
a phone call to Long Beach.

Now, I'm not gonna
stick my neck out

and say that Gene
Chechik is involved.

Maybe he isn't. But
I'll tell you something.

I'll put that shotgun in Leo
Kale's hand any day of the week.

Yeah.

Jimmy, it's me, Angel.
Hurry up, open up. Yeah.

Now, look, man, we
got to get to Ensenada.

Then, from there, I think we
can make it to central Mexico.

Hold it. Hold it, Angel.
What are you babbling about?

Jimmy, we're really hot now.

Word is on the street that the cops
found a shotgun in my bathroom.

(RINGING)

Yeah, Dennis? This is Jim.

Oh, no. You know
what time it is?

Hey, what did you turn
up on Chechik and Kale?

Well, hold on. I
can't talk here.

I'm sorry, honey.

In 1963, Kale, Chechik and
another Rattler, now deceased,

were arrested for the murder
of two rival gang members.

Informants blabbed on them,

but then Long Beach PD ran
into corpus delicti problems.

The bodies were never found,

and the Rattlers had
to be kicked loose.

You're thinking what I'm
thinking, aren't you, Dennis?

That Angel and Eddie Groger were
making phony offers on a secret graveyard.

You know, all you need is a good
set of dental records to nail them.

I mean, Chechik and
Kale couldn't know

the land purchase was a phony.

They got to think that the
bodies were going to be exhumed.

A lot of speculation, which may or
may not explain Eddie Groger's murder.

But that's the sheriff's
jurisdiction, not mine.

Bobby Boyajian,
he's my jurisdiction.

And you and Angel are wanted
in connection with his murder.

Look, why don't you bring Chechik
and Kale in and sweat them?

Have you ever heard
of probable cause?

We don't have one
bit of cold evidence

to link them with either murder.

What we do have is a shotgun that
was concealed in your buddy's house.

Oh, come on. That plant's so
obvious you ought to water it.

Jim, I'm telling
you to come on in.

For what? More questioning?

You ask me, I've already raised a
lot more questions than I can answer.

I don't know where you're getting
your information, but it's very spotty.

You know, you're not just wanted
for questioning. Not anymore.

The beef out on you
is conspiracy to commit.

Conspiracy to commit.

You realize this is a
sanitary landfill? Yeah.

I'll bring my engineers out
here with a grading crew

and we'll rip the toupee
off of this acreage,

see just exactly what it's going
to take to make it buildable.

Mr. Wakley, that's an awful
lot of work and expense.

We're willing to go that far.

Besides the mobile homes, we're
putting in an Olympic-sized swimming pool

and a fieldstone clubhouse.

We just can't have them sinking
into all that garbage down below.

Well, of course not.

And, if further development
proves not feasible or too costly,

well, I'll eat the option money.

And naturally, I'll
recompact the entire top fill.

Well, naturally. Naturally.

Listen, I told you the last time,
I didn't want you coming here.

Then why don't you answer
my phone calls, Gene-O?

There's another
buyer on that dump.

And he's gonna rip it up.

(ALL CHATTERING)

We're going to have to dig up
those bikers' bodies, and quick.

We've been through that. They're
at least eight feet beneath the topsoil.

What do you want me to do?

Take a dozer, come out here
on a bone hunt in broad daylight?

So do it at night.

You gotta stop the project
at its source, Gene-O. Face it.

Another killing.

First we have to kill Groger.
Then it's Bobby Boyajian.

I was only 25 when we had
that rumble with these bums.

It was an accident. I was drunk.

(SIGHS)

How long am I gonna
have to keep paying for it?

Till you buy this property and
pave it all over like I told you to.

What do you think, 100 grand just
comes onto my desk every day, huh?

And what's the use, anyway, with some
machine mouth like you running around

and telling every jerk he runs
into what's underneath here?

You know something?

I think you wanted the
Boyajian punk to blackmail me.

And you know something else?
You resent the hell out of me.

Who's doing the work here?

I think a guy named Wakley.

All I heard was Azie Boyajian
griping about some buyer

not renting a dozer
from our dump.

You better call the real estate
people and check the buyer, Wakley.

And you'll do the thing?

What thing? Oh, the killing.

You and me are partners.

Your hands are gonna
stay as dirty as mine.

And when we snuff Wakley,
you're gonna buy this land,

and me and you ain't never
gonna see each other again.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Yes, this is the
Wakley residence.

(STAMMERING) No, I'm
sorry, he's not here right now.

Well, I guess if it's
a real emergency

I could tell you
how to reach him.

It's not going to
be easy, though.

You see, he's gone
fishing for the weekend.

He's gone for the whole
weekend, all by himself.

Yeah, you see, he went
up there to Flinthead Lake.

And, well, there...

No, no, there ain't
no phone there.

Well, he won't
be too hard to find.

You see, he's driving his big
white camper with a cab over it.

Yes.

(LAUGHING) Jimmy, you don't
need a real live body over there.

I can put together
a real nice dummy

with a couple of pillows
and a hat. It'll fool anybody.

I remember once in
the Navy... Angel...

It won't work. Now
get in that bunk.

Well...

You got nothing to
worry about, anyway.

All right, the minute somebody
comes through that door

and they move toward
you with a weapon,

I'm up and I'm going
to make them freeze.

Anything else happens, you just start
swinging with that Georgia toothpick.

Of course, nothing
else is going to happen.

And the police are
only a phone call away.

Jimmy, there's got
to be a better way.

Then why don't you
come up with it, huh?

The cops want probable cause,
they're gonna get probable cause

in the form of an
attempted murder

that ties right
to that property.

Do you think that I would borrow
this camper from Rocky's neighbor

and risk damaging it if I thought
something nasty was going to do down, huh?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

This was supposed
to be my honeymoon.

I had a good woman
and look what I did.

I could have been
with her tonight,

holding that warm, sweet
body instead of this fungo bat.

Save the Hank
Williams, will you?

I left my fiddle at home.

What, I ain't entitled
to have regrets?

The only thing you're upset
about is the spot you're in.

What about the spot
you handed Regine, huh?

I wouldn't be surprised now if
she turns off men completely.

Oh, come on.

It happens, Angel. It happens.

Let me tell you something, if I had my
choice between you and her right now,

I'd pick her.

Jimmy, I had to stay alive.

You're alive. Be happy.

You have plenty
of good years left

for sniveling and complaining.

(FOOTSTEPS CRUNCHING)

(WHISPERS) Jimmy,
did you hear that?

Yeah. Yeah. Now, don't
go false starting on me.

We need them inside.

Easy, Angel, just let them satisfy
themselves that this is the camper.

Did you lock the cap on the
gasoline tanks like I told you to?

I forgot.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Leo.

Somebody got out. Two people.

It's that guy Rockford.

(GUN FIRING)

Jimmy, you got him covered?

(HORN BLARING)

You, call the police.

I hope you're as good at
selling stories to the cops

as you are at selling used cars.

Angel, I am in a foul mood today

and the last person I
want to see is you. So out.

I can feature you being
browned off at me, Jim,

so I'm not gonna stick around.

But I was hoping that maybe
I could stash my stuff here.

See, Regine's annulment
petition went through

and I got to give her my entire
collection as part of the settlement.

Well, I mean, originals.
Collectors' items.

Ivory Joe Hunter,
Little Walter...

You want to hide them
here after what you've done?

Look, as far as I'm concerned,

Regine deserves
all four of your limbs.

Wait till you go
through a divorce.

We'll see what kind
of tune you sing.

I might as well have
gone through one.

You know, I had lunch
with a banker today.

You know, I have
to refinance my trailer

to pay back a $2,000
debt for that property option.

Also owe a bill for the
rental of a bulldozer.

Rocky won't even talk to me because
his friend's camper did a patty melt.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR) REGINE: Jim?

What is she doing here?

Well, she said
she might drop by.

She wants me to help track
down an old boyfriend of hers.

You mean that bozo, Donny Engel?

I know all about that guy.

Well, you don't do
missing persons work.

For her I do.

I might even do it for free.

You know, if I didn't know
you were such a lizard,

I might think you were jealous.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

What am I supposed
to do? She's out there.

Hi. (CHUCKLING) Hello.

Listen, why don't we go on over to
the restaurant and have a drink, huh?

Oh, am I interrupting something?

Well...

Hi, Regine.

Look, I'll go on over
and get us a table, okay?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(STAMMERING) So, how you been?

Those are the
records, aren't they?

Yeah. Jimmy was
helping me crate them

and then we were gonna take them
to the post office and ship them to you.

I suppose you
think it's petty of me

to ask for your record
collection, don't you?

No, no. It's fine.

Listen, I might as well carry them
out to your car. You parked out here?

I'm lying to you.

(SIGHS)

I'm lying.

Boy. Boy.

The shuck just comes out of my
mouth like the fumes out of a city bus.

I was going to hide the
damn records here. I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Listen, Regine.
About you and me...

I thought they were gonna beat
me to death with a lead pipe, Regine.

I know that.

But I could have helped
you. You just never asked.

You didn't give me a chance.

You lied to me when you asked
me to marry you. And you just...

You made me feel like I
didn't exist at the motel.

Why couldn't you talk to me?

Because I was so uptight.

I mean, all night long
all I could see was

this lead pipe hitting
me on the head.

The fact is, I didn't
see you at all.

Regine.

Look, I like you. That's
nothing phony there.

You understand?

You were just scared.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

You're always scared.

Aren't you, Ev?

I'm glad those
people didn't hurt you.

For a while there, I
was wishing they had.

Just once or twice.

Yeah. I dig.

I better go.

Listen, Regine.

Why don't we talk some more?

We can go to dinner.

I don't think so.

Well, we'll just
stay here, then.

We can drink some
of Jimmy's beer

and we'll play the records
on his record player.

My calendar is
totally free for the day.

Huh? You and me, we'll just...

No.

Thank you.

You take it easy now.

Okay?

You okay?

Yeah.