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A woman named Karen Mills
lives here she's disappeared.

I've gone without
sleep for 24 hours,

I've lost both my
girl and my patience,

and I'm looking for
someone to take it out on.

You better send a
couple of ambulances

and the fire department.

Hello, Police?

Yeah, there's a hold up
at the Buena Vista Inn.

You better hurry.
There's three or four of them.

We are in pursuit of
a white, two-door sedan.

[phone ringing]

JIM (ON ANSWERING MACHINE):
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone leave
your name and message.

I'll get back to you.
[tone]

MR DOW (ON ANSWERING MACHINE):
Rockford, this is Mr. Dow.

If you think I'm going to pay
to have your car repainted,

you're nuts.

You can take your expense
bill and stuff it.

[theme music]

Jimmy?

Made you some fresh coffee here.

Man, I hope you don't
feel as bad as you look.

I'm sorry.

What?

I said you don't look so hot.

No snappy answers?

Well, I guess that
means there's no news.

There's no new, no clues,
no traces, no nothing.

You know, I'm pretty
good listener, son.

You want to tell me about it?

Talk to me about it?

JIM'S DAD: May be something that
happened when the three of you

was in San Francisco, or
maybe on the way back.

It could be something that just
completely slipped your mind.

JIM: How's she doing?

KAREN: She's sound asleep.

Jim, can we come back up again?

It was fun.

Julie really loved it.

But I could forgo getting
up at 6:30 in the morning.

Is that necessary?

Sure it's necessary.

You've got to get
off with the tide.

The tide goes out at 7:30.

It does?

Yeah.

Boy, what kind of
sailor are you?

Where did you learn sailing?

In the dictionary?

In the Army.

No, it's true.

I used to sell contraband
Japanese radios to the Navy

guys at Terminal Island.

We had to sail
underneath the radar.

I don't believe you.

What do you get for them?

$17.95 for the two-band,
$20 for the earplugs.

The earplugs were big
because they used to play

them at night after lights out.

I bet you did.

It's a buck.

I'm serious.

Can we come back up here again?

You got a deal.

Boy, I'm getting tired.

I might end up going
to sleep on you.

Always the back seat.

Little crowded, but
there's a back seat.

Hey, Karen, we're home.

You want to go up and open the
front door, I'll take Julie in.

There's my girl.

Karen?

Karen?

Karen!

Karen?

Karen!

Karen!

Yeah?

Oh, at 2:30 in the morning?

OK, which line?

What do you say, Jimbo?

What is it this time, aggravated
assault or common 502?

Knock it off, Dennis.

I want you to come
to this address.

Write it down.

450 North Blanchard Street.

What's the problem?

Bring a matron with you.

Little girl here who may have to
be taken to her father's house.

I'm on my way.

What's going on, Jim?

I wish I knew.

A woman named Karen
Mills lives here.

She's disappeared.

We went to San Francisco for
the week and drove back tonight.

We left 6:30 and got in here
less than a half hour ago.

Karen was asleep in the
backseat of the car,

and she went up to unlock
the front door of the house,

so I could carry Julie in.

And she wasn't ahead of
me more than 20 seconds.

When I got inside, she was gone.

Did you check the whole house?

Well, what do
you think, Dennis?

What did she look like?

She has light brown
hair, she's 5 foot 6,

she's wearing a brown
coat with a fur color.

Take a look around guys, huh?

Now you and this girl
more than just friends?

Yes.

She ever do anything
like this before?

I mean, is she wacko
or anything like that?

No, I've known her
for about six months

ever since she was divorced.

She's as sane as any
human being I've ever met.

How sane is that?

Anything happening over
the weekend, quarrel maybe?

No.

No, we had a great time.

Doing what?

Stealing soup from
the Salvation Army.

Why do you think I got
rubber pockets in my coat?

Hey, Jim, I've got to ask.

You know that.

POLICE OFFICER: Sergeant?

Yeah, what is it?

I think you'd better
come see for yourself.

You better call the
coroner's office and homicide.

Do you know him?

No.

Well, you know routing.

Maybe you better come
down to the station

and give us a statement.

Well, what for?

You think there's some
connection between this

and Karen's disappearance?

Well, this guy's only
been dead for a short time.

And there's an old cop's saying:
never believe in coincidence.

But it was a good, clean bust.

Wonderful.

What about the report?

What kind of a 211 is this?

I want it in English
next time, you here?

Do it right.

I'm want to warn you, I'm going
to ask you some questions.

Anything you say can
be used against you.

You have the right
to an attorney.

Hey, wait a minute.
What the hell's going on?

An interrogation
into a homicide.

I've heard of Sergeant
Becker's recap of your story.

You sure you
haven't got anything

you'd care to add to it?

I told him all
there was to tell,

and I don't see where it adds
up to you reading me my rights.

I'll be glad to
tell you, the matron

who took the little girl
to her father's house

is a policewoman.

She asked the little
girl a good question.

The question was,
did your mother

come home with you tonight?

Want to know what the
little girl answered?

I know what she answered.

She said, no.

Her exact words were, "Mommy
didn't come home with us."

And that makes me
a homicide suspect?

Something from a
three-year-old child who

- was asleep when we got home?
- Take it easy, Jim.

What do you
mean, take it easy?

You guys are trying
to pull my chain.

You want me to take it easy.

Hey, Lieutenant, we just got
another call on Vince Monette.

They sound like
all the others?

No, some guy saw
him going into Mexico.

- Who saw him?
- Johnny Orton.

Used to be one of
Monette's runners.

OK, talk with Orton.

See what you can get.

Right.

If I told you a woman
walked out of her home

and left her purse behind,
would you believe me?

I'd wonder why, but I
wouldn't call you a liar.

Dead man was her
next door neighbor.

He was out for a walk.

Time of death was roughly
the same time you claimed

you lost your girlfriend.

There was no visible signs
of foul play in that house.

You walked in there 20 seconds
after her, and she was gone.

You're asking us to believe she
just walked out the back door

for no reason at all?

I'm not asking you
to believe anything.

I reported what I
saw the way I saw it.

I don't claim to understand it.

Either she was grabbed by
somebody, which is impossible

if we're to believe
your story, or she

just walked out the door.

Lieutenant Diehl.

I can't handle that now.

Check with Olson, I'll
get back to you later.

What I'm saying is, no
woman would walk out

and leave her purse
behind, not to mention

her three-year-old child.

You're also saying
that I'm a liar.

Now, what do you think happened?

I think it's possible that
Karen Mills didn't make it home

at all that night,
that something

happened to her along the way.

And to cover my
story I killed a man

who happened to see she wasn't
with me when we got home.

Is that how it goes?

That's a theory.

Yeah, well, when you make
it a charge you let me know

and I'll jam it
down your throat.

Very tough man,
this friend of yours.

You're the one with
spit on his chin.

I'm just hanging out.

I'm going to want
to search your car.

- You want me to get a warrant?
- You search it, Lieutenant.

I also want a list of all the
stops you made on the way down

from San Francisco.

We left San Francisco at 6:30.

There's a dozen
witnesses to that.

We stopped for dinner
in Paso Robles and gas

at San Luis Obispo.

At midnight we stopped
just north of Santa Barbara

at a little place called a
Buena Vista Inn for coffee.

We were seeing in
all those places.

No stops after midnight?

No.

At least two hours
when nobody saw you.

That's right, Lieutenant.

OK, you're free to go.

Make sure you don't
leave this jurisdiction

without checking with me first.

I'm not going any place until
I find out what's gone down.

When do I get my car?

About an hour.

Rockford, do us both a favor.

Stay out of the way.

I don't get involved
in open police cases.

You don't believe me?

Ask Sergeant Becker.

LIEUTENANT DIEHL
(VOICEOVER): Now,

what I'm saying
is, no woman would

do that and leave
her purse behind,

not to mention her
three-year-old child.

SERGEANT BECKER
(VOICEOVER): She ever

do anything like this before?

I mean, is she wacko
or anything like that?

Now, if I told you a woman
walked out of her home

and left her purse behind,
would you believe me?

You and this girl more
than just friends?

MAN: Why ask me?

You some kind of
heat or something?

No, I'm just
looking for this girl.

She's a personal friend.

Should have this
encased in plastic.

That way it doesn't get
all worn out carrying

it around in your wallet.

On your two o'clock
run, did you pick

her up at Rosewood and third?

I could have.

You think it was her?

I don't know if it was her.

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't.

Was she wearing
a tan suede coat?

Look, Mac, I quit checking
out that kind of talent

almost 10 years ago.

Like I said, maybe it
was her, maybe it wasn't.

She was young and I
think she was blonde.

Oh, one other thing.

She didn't have a purse.

She had to go
through her pockets

for the money for the fare.

Do you remember
where you let her off?

Yeah, at a cab stand
on Hoover Street.

Thanks.

Anytime, pal.

This is a residential hotel,
and the people who live here,

their lives are-- they're
private, you know?

Private.

She was wearing a brown
coat with a fur collar.

She got out of a cab at this
address at 3:41 this morning.

All I want to know is,
is she staying here?

Did she just walk in the front
door and walk out the back?

Look, you're not a cop or
you'd have flashed a badge,

so as far as I'm concerned, you
ain't getting zilch from me.

Well, how much zilch are you
willing to give for 20 bucks?

You're not
getting the message.

The people who live here
have a right to privacy

and they get it.

Yeah, you're right.

People are entitled to privacy.

That's probably
the only thing that

keeps me from coming across this
desk and climbing your tree.

You really think
you can scare me--

Pal, I don't want to bother
you with all my troubles,

but I've gone without
sleep for 24 hours,

I've lost both my
girl and my patience,

and I'm looking for
someone to take it out on.

Your last chance.

All right, look.

A woman came in here
late last night.

I don't know if it's the
woman that you showed me

the picture of, because I didn't
get a good look at the picture.

Where did she go?

The 304, and she's
registered here as Diana Lewis.

Sorry I had to get rough.

You picked the wrong
time to be right.

Are you Diana Lewis?

Yeah.

I'm a big disappointment
to you, right?

Why?

May I come in?

I'd like to talk to you.

What about?

Well, it'll only take
a minute of your time,

and it would be a
great help to me.

You got a minute of my time.

You want to look my
bedroom over too?

I understand that you came
in at 3:41 this morning.

Maybe.

I don't punch a time clock.

The cabdriver's trip
sheet says that he

let you out here at 3:41.

You took a bus
from West Hollywood

to the end of the line.

You got out, and went across
the street to a cab stand,

took a five mile cab ride,
then got into another cab

and came here.

I'm curious about that.

Who are you?

I'm investigating the
disappearance of a woman

who lives in West Hollywood.

Yeah, well I think I've
answered just about all

- the questions I care to answer.
- Why the cab switch?

Who were you trying to shake?

Look, if you're a
cop, let me see some ID.

I just happened to
be looking for a girl

that I like very much.

Well, I can't help you.

I'm sorry.

One of the cab drivers
said that you, uh--

you weren't carrying a purse.

Why not?

Well, he's wrong.

I had this one right here.

You really care about
her, whoever she is.

Yes, I did.

I do.

That's a revealing
slip of the tongue.

You took a bus from West
Hollywood in two cabs?

I'm afraid I did.

It doesn't matter too
much now, I guess, but, uh,

would you tell me why?

Yeah, I'm having an
affair with a married man.

We both thought his
wife was in Seattle.

Last night we heard a noise, and
she's coming up the driveway.

And I walked two miles to West
Hollywood and I caught the bus.

Why two cabs?

I don't know.

I got scared for him.

I decided to take a
little extra precaution.

Look, you don't
have to believe it.

And like you said, it really
doesn't matter, does it?

There's something you can do
that would help me believe you.

Tell you the name of the man?

Not a chance.

Show me the coat you
were wearing last night.

That I'm willing to do.

Are you always this impulsive?

What are you looking for?

I'm looking for a brown
suede coat with a fur color.

Oh, well, I don't have
one, but I'd sure like to.

So keep looking.

Maybe we'll both get lucky.

I'm sorry.

Hey, uh, stop
by again sometime

when you're not on a downer.

[knock]

Is that your boyfriend?

Yeah.

Not the one you mean.

Look, uh, I didn't mind
you being here before,

but now you're a problem.

It's OK.

OK, just tell him I'm a cop.

Go ahead.

Well, what do you know?

He's a cop.

He's been asking me some
questions about some woman who

disappeared.

A cop, huh?

Well, that's more original
than the meter man.

I was just leaving, OK?

Could I see your badge?

Thanks for the help.

Be nice, huh?

I want to know what
you're doing here.

She told you.

Well, I don't buy it.

So could I hear something else?

I came to read the meter.

I just can't accept
that dead end.

I was so sure that
when I opened that door

that there'd be Karen, and with
her some kind of an answer.

I don't know, Dad.

I got nothing.

Right back where I started.

Well, that was
about noon yesterday.

What have you been
doing since then?

Walking on a beach, thinking.

I was on a case
not too long ago.

Maybe you remember.

There was a beautiful
girl who was missing,

and I found her on
the beach, dead.

She had been murdered.

Homicide took over.

I don't even know how it ended.

I keep thinking about that girl.

I keep thinking I'm going to
find Karen the same way, dead,

washed up on the beach
in a crowd of people,

standing around staring
around, staring at her body.

Will you have some coffee?

You know, I don't know if
you want my help or not,

but you're going
to get it anyway.

Now, there's one thing
about that story of yours

that's wrong, something you'd
never have missed if you

weren't so personally involved.

What?

You're trying to keep
from thinking about.

Come on, Dad.
Just say it.

What is it?

The little girl said, mommy
didn't come home with us.

Oh, are you going to
make something out of that?

Well, you would if you
were sitting where I am.

You're trying to ignore
because you were there,

and you know it didn't happen.

But the little girl said it.

So she said it.

Well, maybe you
better stop a minute

and think what that could mean.

When did Karen
decide to go to sleep

in the backseat of the car?

We stopped at the Buena
Vista Inn for coffee

and to get Julie some milk.

Karen went to the ladies room,
and when the waiter brought me

the check, he told
me that Karen had

asked him to tell me
that she was tired

and went directly to the car.

And I carried Julie
out to the car.

Karen was already
asleep in the back seat.

I put Julie down next to
her, I got in the front seat,

and drove home.

Now I know why I come to
you and I'm in trouble.

Because I'm your Pa, and
because I'm smarter than you.

And because once or
twice a year you're right.

Well, maybe not this time.

Maybe this time the
little girl is right.

Maybe you did drive
home with another woman.

And I know right
where to find her.

[music playing through door]

Sergeant Becker, please.

Where you been?

You weren't supposed to
leave town, remember?

Hey, want to hear
what I have to say,

or you want to play room mother?

All that bull
about not getting

involved in open police cases.

If you don't believe
me, ask Sergeant Becker.

Come on, Dennis.

Will you put a cork in it
for a minute and listen?

Well, how do you
think it makes me look?

You're burning the case for us.

Every lead that we come across,
you've already been there.

Have you come across a girl
with the name of Diana Lewis?

Yeah, about an
hour after you did.

Why?

Well, I just found her in her
apartment a few minutes ago.

She was hit on the back of
the head, the same style

as Karen's neighbor.

She's dead.

OK, let me have
the rest of it.

Well, I've decided
Diehl was right.

There is some connection between
Karen's disappearance and her

neighbor's murder and this one.

What made you
change your mind?

Well, I just took a
look through Diana Lewis's

apartment, and I found
a book of matches

from the Buena Vista Inn.

You're disturbing evidence
at the scene of a crime.

That's really great.
You got any more goodies for me?

No, but I'll give
you a little advice.

If I were you, I'd get
some of my Girl Scouts

together and go over
to the Buena Vista Inn

and shake that
place by its heels.

You might find an answer.

Did you call the
local police to report

that you found a dead woman?

Well, no, Dennis.

I thought I'd let you have that.

What are friends for?

Well, if you're planning
to stay out there,

you better keep your head down.

Lieutenant Diehl put out
a warrant for your arrest,

and I signed it.

Oh, no, Dennis.
Really?

What are friends for, Jimbo?

What are you doing here?

Who are you, anyway?

I'm a man looking
for a missing woman.

And there's a connection
between the missing

woman and this dead one.

You know what that
connection is.

Like hell I do.

- I'm going to call the cops.
- Oh, no, no.

I already did that.

They'll be here any minute.
Go on, make up your mind.

You going to talk to me,
you gonna talk to the cops?

All right, so suppose I
don't want to talk to the heat.

That doesn't mean I know
anything about this.

Sure it does.

What is this
missing woman to you?

Who is she, anyway?

You're wasting time, pal.

You know, you're going to
look good for this killing.

This girl was messing around,
you found out about it,

you went bananas,
you came over here

and started pounding on her with
a well-known blunt instrument.

what did you do?

You forget a piece of evidence,
something that would tie you

and Diana into what
I was working on?

Like maybe a book of matches
from the Buena Vista Inn?

Michael Cordine, Oak
Grove, California.

Hey, Oak Grove, huh?

The Buena Vista Inn's only about
six miles south of Oak Grove,

isn't it, Mike?
Huh?

Isn't it, Mike?

All you have to do is tell
me and you're outta here.

If you don't, I'm going to
hold you till the cops walk in.

You're going to turn me into
the cops no matter what I do.

Take a chance, Mike.

You won't like what I know.

It isn't much.

Just stick to the truth.

Diana and I worked
at the Buena Vista Inn.

She sang with the
combo and I tended bar.

And the woman that you were
looking for, she came in,

she went to the ladies room,
and then when she came out she

went the wrong way.

And she opened a door that
was supposed to be locked,

and she saw something she
wasn't supposed to see.

They're going to be in the
lobby in about half a minute.

Then they grabbed
her, your girlfriend,

and the manager gave
Diana your friend's coat.

And she was told to get back
into the backseat of your car.

And she was supposed
to get out of the care

the first chance she got once
you were away from the inn.

What did she see?

Diana told me she didn't
know what the woman saw.

The people that own the place,
they're syndicate types.

And Diana was just doing
what she was told to do.

You're almost
out of the tunnel.

Don't blow it now.

That's all Diana told me.

What did she see?

I don't know!

The place is clean.

There's no gambling,
there's no nothing!

I don't know what
she could have seen!

Now come on, if I told you this
much, I'd tell you everything,

wouldn't I?

Come on, let me outta here!

Here, hope you
know a back way out.

RADIO: But even with a
trade agreement unlikely,

the president is
expected to sign the bill

when it reaches his desk.

In local news, police
still have no clues

to the murder of Walter Miller
of 452 North Blanchard Street.

The police are, however,
leaning to the theory

that the mysterious
disappearance of Karen

Mills, the neighbor
of Miller, is somehow

connected to his murder.

State federal and
local authorities

are still frustrated in their
search for reputed underworld

boss, Vincent Monette.

There is, however,
growing speculation

among law enforcement officials,
that Monette, whose face

is familiar to
millions of Americans,

has taken refuge in Mexico.

Good evening, Mr. Cordine.

He's, uh, waiting
to see you now.

Anything I can do for you, sir?

Yeah, I was, uh, just
checking in tonight.

I had a little drink in the bar.

Just trying to get lucky.

You know how it is.

- I was looking for my room.
- Mhm.

Well, this happens
to be a private wing.

Now, I'd suggest that
you go to the lobby desk

and I'm sure they'll
help you out,

right out that door there
and around the corner

of the building.

That where it is?

Thank you.

Oh, this is an emergency.

Could I have the police, please?

Yeah, I was driving
down Highway 101,

and there's been a big accident
at that motel, the Buena Vista

Inn.

You better sent a
couple of ambulances

and the fire department.

Hello, police?

Yeah, there's a holdup
at the Buena Vista Inn.

You better hurry.
There's three or four of them.

Right.

Mr. Monette!

Hey, Jimbo, what's up?

Dammit, Rockford, didn't I
tell you to stay out of this?

You better get moving.

Vince Monette's in the white
sedan right in front of you.

All units, all
frequencies, this is 2Baker7.

We are in pursuit of a
white, two-door sedan,

proceeding south on Highway
101, about five miles

from Buena Vista junction.

Vehicle contains felony
fugitive, Vincent Monette.

All units intersect.

10-4.

We read you.

By the way,
you're under arrest.

You're out of
your jurisdiction.

Can I ask you how
you got switched

off from looking for your
girlfriend to Vincent Monette?

She made a mistake
at the Buena Vista Inn,

saw Monette, they grabbed her.

- Is she in that car?
- No.

There's Monette, one man I
don't know, and Mike Cordine.

I think he's a
hitman for Monette.

When I left the Buena
Vista Inn that night

with the wrong woman,
Cordine followed us to make

sure nothing went wrong.

You get Cordine, you get
your answer to two murders.

What about Karen Mills?

I don't know.

I'd like to think Monette
hasn't killed her.

POLICE: Don't move.

Everybody out.

OK, everybody out.

Come on, out!

OK, come on out.

Move!

All right, get your hands up.

Faster, come on, move!

Stay where you are.

Don't move.

Hey, sonny, you know who
called me this morning?

Old Virgil Peterson.

Remember him?

The fellow had the
cabin up at Big Bear,

the boat, the big refrigerator.

Right.

He told me he was going
back east for a few weeks,

and well, he wanted to know
if I'd look after the place

for him while he was gone.

Said the trout was biting on
everything from belt buckles

to bran muffins!

Sounds good, Rocky,
but I can't go.

We haven't had a vacation.

We haven't been trout fishing.

Man, you could use that
vacation too, believe me.

Bran muffins.

We tried that once,
Rocky, remember?

You ate up the bait,
had to hike five miles

to that little fishing store.

Well, I ain't gonna
eat no belt buckles.

I'll tell you that.

Come on, how about it, son?

Why don't we try, huh?

Oh, look, Rocky,
why don't you go out

and stake out all
the good holes,

and maybe I'll come up
in a couple of days.

But what are you going to do?

I don't know.

Just want to sort things out.

Hey, Jim.

It ain't your
fault Karen's dead.

I know.