All language subtitles for The Rockford Files S03e10 Piece Work_prob3

I'm just
looking for a lead.

No, you ain't.

You're looking for
what you're always
looking for, trouble!

I saw them. They put
four wooden crates
right there.

I told you
we should've moved in faster.

You told me a lot of things.
Make Lieutenant?

I'm lucky
I end up a meter maid.

You were caught, red-handed,
breaking and entering.

Well, I didn't break in.
I used a lock-pick.

Angie thinks he's a cop.
Says you think so, too.

Maybe we should
put the deal off, huh?

Easier to put him off.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(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)

WOMAN.. This is
Dr. Soder's office again
regarding that root canal.

The doctor's in his office,
waiting.

He's beginning to dislike you.

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, I think so.

How do you like that?

You come here for your health,
it's worth your life.

Now, you're the second man
almost killed himself
right here.

No kidding.
Sure.

Few weeks back one of
the workout guys, Tom Varney,

took a header off here
straight down.

The pool had been drained.

You see it happen?
Oh, no.

Uh, Tony over there
caught it.

Uh, the guy with
the Palm Springs tan.

He's the one
who filled me in on it.

You oughta complain
to management.
That's what I'd do.

With what they charge
around here, huh.

I'll be more careful.
Watch my step.

Suit yourself.

If it was me,
I'd complain.

Yeah. Thank you.

Hey, I called that guy
on Rodeo, the guy that
cuts your clothes?

He says he ain't taking on
any more customers.

When do you
want to see him?

Any time. Tomorrow.

You got it.
Just like that?

You know, I been
in this town for six years

and you come blowing in
and you got it all sewed up.

I know this guy
in Detroit.

I took him to the right
threads, he goes from
nickels and dimes

to six figures a year,
just like that.

Hey, Molin,
what're you doin', huh?

You're all lumps.
You can't put that stuff
in your pockets.

It ruins the line.

ANGIE: What line?

Come on, fellows,
lay off, huh?

I look at a guy,
I know right
where he's coming from.

I make him just like that.
Just by what he's wearing?

Yeah. It's no big deal.
Threads talk.

Take cops, for instance.

You know, that old gag
about flat feet, huh?

That ain't
what gives him away.
It's the clothes, huh?

No. They got no accessories
to go with it.

Crummy watch, class ring.
That's it.

Ten'll get you twenty,
they're wearing brown shoes.

Color coordination,
never heard from it.

Shirt's plain,
drip dry, white,

maybe blue, if they're feeling
really jazzy, you know.

Pants, two for one,
off the rack,

I never seen one of him
wasn't wearing a jacket
cost $27.50, tops.

Hi.

Hey, did you guys see
what happened out there
a little while ago?

I almost killed myself.

You know,
they ought to do something

about that diving board
at the end of the pool.

I heard a guy really hurt
himself bad a few weeks ago.

That's
a nice looking suit.

MURRAY:
That guy in the locker room,
he's a cop.

You know,
you better check it out.

What's a cop doing
at a Health Club?

What makes you think
he's a cop?

I got eyes, I got a nose,
I've been around.

You know what this does
to the deaI?
Nothing.

Any cop gets in the way,
we'll take care of that. Okay?

Yeah.
Well, I don't like it.

I got too much invested
in this to see it
go sour now.

We've all got a lot invested.
We'll see that it's protected.

Now you're always edgy
before a big buy.

Just don't go
looking for trouble
that isn't there.

Yeah.
Well, he's a cop.

Either you do something
about it, or I will.

All right, Murray.
Relax.

Hey, look at that.

You know, I heard they can do
advanced math, Murray.

(SQUEAKING)

I got no respect for anything
that goes through that kind of
shtick for a lousy mackerel.

Keep in touch, huh?

Yeah. Sure.

(AUDIENCE CLAPPING)

Well, what do you think?

He'll deliver.
He always does.

McGILL:
You call this a report?

ROCKFORD: No. I call it
an expense account.

Well, I won't pay it
when you're getting
absolutely nowhere.

Oh, I'm getting somewhere.

I phonied up an accident
of my own today.

I got a member of the club
to point out an eyewitness
to Tom Varney's dive.

Did you question him?
Well, no, I lost him.

I think he went in
to take a massage.

So, it'll take
a little longer.

Don't think I'm unaware
of your delaying tactics,
Mr. Rockford.

Trying to bleed the company
while you string out your job
as long as you can.

It's always the same
with day workers.

Well, if I'd known
you were so astute,

I wouldn't have tried any
of my sleazy tricks on you.

I can do without your sarcasm.

Both sides are pressing
for a settlement.

Tom Varney
is permanently disabled.

This could cost
Talmadge Insurance a fortune.

In which case
you raise your premiums.

Isn't that how it works?

You want to cheap-shot
the insurance business,
or do you want the job?

I think I'll cheap-shot
the insurance business.

Wait a minute.

I paid for your membership
at the Health Club.

Did I forget
to say thank you?

You're pretty independent.

Not financially.
I'll send you a bill.

But I can't afford
to start this all over again.

Now you just
can't walk out on me.

Oh, sure I can.

Look, I do my job my way,
or I don't do it at all.

All right. They're gonna keep
the locker room closed
until we're through.

Did you talk to Benny?
Yeah.

Does he know
what to do?

I told him if he finishes
with the weights, to put him
on the rowing machine,

keep him busy
until we're through.

All right.

(GRUNTING)

Hi. Murray Rosner.
Hi.

I saw you here
the other day, right?

Yesterday?
The locker room?

Yeah.
I am pretty good with faces.

Gotta be in my line.
Sales. Fine jewelry.

Yeah. To the trade only.

Not that I think that
you're the kind of guy to try
for cost plus, you know.

Yeah. You'd be surprised
the guys around here
hitting on me all the time.

What line you in, huh?

ANGIE: William Jamison.
Teller-Corn.
Never heard of it.

Well, his driver's
license checks.

Driver's license checks.

You know of some kind of pill
I can take three times a day
for a pain in the butt?

Hey, all I said was that
his driver's license checks.

You can get all the ID
you need on the street
in 10 minutes.

Let me see that.

Communications, huh?
Telephones, things like that?

Well, a little
more sophisticated.

Yeah? Like what?

Well, sonic detection devices.

Government contracts,
mostly.

But nothing I can
really talk about, you know.

(PANTING)

Hey, uh, you seen
Tony around?

You know, medium height,
Palm Springs tan, hangs around
the pool a lot.

BENNY: Ready for you now,
Mr. Jamison.

Tony, uh...

No. No, I don't think
he's been around today. Why?

Oh, nothing.
I was just wondering.

Nice talking to you.
Yeah.

His ID corresponds
to what we have
on the membership application.

Yes, sir.
That's what I said.

Doesn't prove anything.
It could all be phony.

Yeah. Well, that's what
I was telling Angie.

Did you check his car out
through the DMV?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ciro, I've just been talking
to Jamison. Think you
ought to check him out.

Why?
He doesn't smell right to me.

He says he's into
government contracts.

Now I knew this guy
in Chicago who was into
government contracts

dressed nothing like that.

He was also asking questions
about Tony.

What kind of questions?

Like where is he.
Maybe he wants to talk to him.

Now, why would he
want to talk to Tony?

He don't even know
his last name.

Angie thinks he's a cop.
Says you think so, too.

Yeah.

Could be.

Maybe we
should put the deal off, huh?

Easier to put him off.

Yeah, but what if
he's a brass button.

Anybody can have an accident.
Happens all the time.

Even getting in and out
of the bathtub
is a high risk proposition.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Car is not registered
to a Jamison.
It's registered to a Rockford.

Did you get an address?

29 Cove Road, Malibu.

Check it out. Check him out.

We'll see
where it goes from there.

Malibu. Well, at least
the guy's got some class.

Fred.

(GROANING)

ANGIE: Come on, man.
MOLIN: My pills, my pills.

You and your damn pills.

Come on.

I didn't see them,
Mr. McGill.

Well, then how do you know
they were from
the Health Club?

Because my locker
was searched.

Very carefully
and very professionally.

And they were starting on
my trailer when I walked in
on them.

They? They, who?

Well, there's Fred Molin,
for one.

Well, who's that?

Oh, he's somebody's
strong right arm.

Doesn't give me the answers,

but at least it lets me know
that I am on to something

regarding Tom Varney.

Of course, it also means

I won't be able to go back
to the club. They've made me.

Oh, that's fine.
That's just fine.

Do you know how much
that membership cost me?

Well, if you can't go back
to the club, what can you do?

Well, I can try an end run.

I'll let you know
what happens.

BECKER: Look, Jim, I'm off
duty like five minutes ago.

You want to file
your complaint?

I want to know what the computer
kicked out on Fred Molin.

Nothing. No wants,
no warrants.

You're sure?
2218 Chestnut Boulevard?

The address you got
from the pharmacy?

I ran it myself.

I am not saying you made
a mistake, Dennis.

I am just saying
that this guy didn't hit
like an amateur.

Maybe he was
out of town talent.

It's a computer,
not a crystal ball.
Yeah.

Hey, you, you got
a couple of aspirins?

Anything else?

Got some water?

Look, Jimbo, I
don't want to rush you,

but I'm
on my own time.

Now, you want to file
that A and B?

No.

What do you mean ''no''?

Come on, Dennis, what are you
sore about?
You hate paper work.

I also hate being used
as ''Information, please''.

And you do that all the time,
you know that?
Well, we're friends.

Off duty we're friends.
On duty I am a cop.

You come in
with a legitimate beef,
I'm supposed to file a report.

You came in to pump me.

Dennis, if I had
a computer of my own,

I'd run Fred Molin
through it

in the peace and quiet
of my own home.

Hey, come on, pal.
I'll buy you a cup of coffee?

I don't think
I could afford it.

I make the buy tonight.
Now we got a deal.

I don't want nobody
getting in the way.

Nobody will.
You've got my word on it.

Does that make you
feel better?
Hold on a minute.

You told me there'd be no cops
involved. Right?
There aren't.

That's definite, huh?
No cops.

That's definite.
Yeah.

That makes me feel real good.

Hey, that's your favor
of the month. Remember that.

How can I forget it?
You've been so gracious.

Hey, listen,
I got the court till five.

Oh, I...
That's all right.

I'm just watching.

I pulled a muscle
about a week ago,
can't play anyway.

Hey, hey,
I gained six pounds already.

Yeah, well.
If I don't get out here
twice a week,

I'm inclined
to do the same thing myself.

Yeah. Harry Pate.

Dennis Becker.

Becker? Dennis Becker?

Yeah. Right. You're with
the Fire Department, huh?

No. LAPD.

Right. Right. Right.
Yeah.

It was the uniforms,
you know.

I'm plainclothes.

Well, the same thing.

I mean, what works
is the association.

Spent $600
on a memory course.
Yeah. Well...

Oh, I ran into a friend
of yours the other day.

Out in Malibu.
I'm pretty good with names.
Friend?

Yeah. Well, he said
he was a friend.
And he's a cop, too.

Oh, excuse me,
a policeman.

Yeah. Well, I've been
called worse than a cop.

Yeah. We were fishing out
on the pier, you know.

Uh, he said
he works with you.

Told me you're working
on a big one now.

You remember his name?

For 600 bucks, I ought to.
Rockford. Yeah.

I remember thinking,
that's, you know, a good,
strong name for a cop.

Rockford? Jim Rockford?

Yeah. Said you're working
on a big case now.

Hey, I hope
I'm not prying.

But you know, I really,
really like police work.

I think you guys are doing
a beautiful job.

Yeah. Well,
thanks a lot.

Listen, you'll excuse me?
I gotta make a phone call.

Yeah. Sure.

(PHONE RINGING)

ROCKFORD
ON ANSWERING MACHINE..
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.
I'll get back to you.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

Could've drove myself.
I don't like the idea of
you having to come pick me up.

Mr. Lucas
wanted it that way.

What's the matter?
He doesn't trust me?

It's not that,
Mr. Rosner.

It's just that you said
you're new in LA and he don't
want you should get lost.

MURRAY: Yeah.

MURRAY: This health club is
a very good front here for
your gun-running operation.

Ciro.
Murray.

Is that the stuff?
Angie.

LUCAS: There won't be
any problem with resale.
The merchandise sells itself.

You like what you see,
Tony can get you
all you can handle.

Right, Angie?

Go ahead. Take a look.

LUCAS:
Well, what do you think?

MURRAY: Beautiful.
Beautiful.

If it performs.

LUCAS: It performs. Angie?

(GUNS COCKING)

Hey, lemme try, huh?

Sure. Give it a try.

It's a deal.

Angie, take the merchandise
to Fred's car.

Whatever happened
to ''Good morning?''

I'll bring it back
when I'm in a better mood.

Oh, I am sorry to drag you
down here so early, Dennis,

but I am on to something
really big for you.
No kidding?

You mean, I am gonna get
another chance to run a name

through the police
computer for you?

I am here to return
some old favors. Okay?

I tried to call you
yesterday afternoon.

I wasn't home.
I was up all night.

Yeah, I know. It must be rough
being one of LA's finest.

What's that
supposed to mean?

It means there's a line, pal,
and you crossed it.

Now you work your mouth
pretty good,

but you're not gonna
talk your way out of this.

I don't know what
you're so sore about, Dennis,

but you want to shut up
and listen to
what I've got to say?

No. You're gonna shut up
and listen to what I got
to say for a change.

Hey, where you going?

I've decided I'll make
somebody else a hero.

I should have gone to
the ATF in the first place.

Alcohol, Tobacco,
and Firearms?
Yeah. Yeah.

You've been bucking for
Lieutenant for so long,

I figured I'd give you
a good shot at it.

What's a little gun-running
operation in a busy day
like yours, huh?

Gun-running? If there was
an operation like that,
I would have heard about it.

You're hearing about it now.

I was in on the sales
demonstration.

I saw the buy go down,

I know where they
stashed the guns.

I can even name a few names
for you and tell you
where to find them.

Now, you want to stand around
talking, or you want to
move on it?

Pull up a chair, Jimbo,
old buddy. Sit down.
We'll talk about it.

POLICEMAN.. This is
the Los Angeles
Police Department.

Come out with your hands
in the air.

Beatty, Orbison,
you know what to do.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

You really need
all these guys, Dennis?

Well, you said they're dealing
in automatic weapons.

Yeah. In crates.
They're not wearing them.

The area's been evacuated.
When do we move in, Sergeant?

When the SWAT team
has it all wrapped up.

Till then take it easy, okay?
Okay.

Where do you want me,
Dennis?

Out of it.

You know, it may slip
your mind once in a while,

but you are a civilian.

POLICEMAN..
Anderson, take the left.

Cover me, Ronnie.

Fellows, you cover Beatty.

(CRASHING)

There's nothing here.
The place is vacant.

BECKER:
What do you mean,
it's vacant?

Nobody's in there, and there's
no sign of the guns.

Get that garage door open.

If you tell me we hit
the wrong house...

No. No, Dennis,
this is it.

Right over there.

I saw them. They put
four wooden crates
right there.

I told you
we should've moved in faster.

You told me a lot of things.
Make Lieutenant?

I'm lucky
I end up a meter maid.

This must have been
a weigh station. But I got
the license number of the car

they used to transport
the guns.
Now you check it out.

Probably is registered
to a Fred Molin.
You remember him?

I wish I didn't remember you.
You know what you got me into?

You know what you
got yourself into?

You start off by impersonating
a police officer.

Where'd you get that?

Your buddy Harry Pate.
Short guy,
horn rimmed glasses.

Now tell me
you haven't heard of him.

That's right.
I never heard of him.

Where's the guns, Sergeant?
What do we do now?

Well, how do I
explain this?

How the hell
do I explain this?

There is no explanation.

No possible, acceptable,
rational explanation.

A command post?
On whose authority?

The Watch Commander.

The Watch Commander
doesn't know
your friend, Rockford.

You do.
And if you had any sense...

Oh, but I suppose
if you had any sense,

he wouldn't be
your friend.

Lieutenant...
Shut up!

Lieutenant,
if you've got a beef,
you've got it with me.

I filed the report.
Becker was just doing his job.

Oh, I've got a beef,
all right.

What I want to know
is why?

On what basis did you
attempt such a fiasco?

Mr. Rockford was a witness
to an illegal sale
of firearms.

He reported the transaction
in detail.

You did it on his word?

Lieutenant,
he described the weapon.
He saw it demonstrated.

It sounded to me
like an AR-18.

You talk Becker
into calling up,

I'm still waiting
for the count on
the man-power involved.

Let's just say there's a lot
of men, including SWAT.

I'll have
a citizen's committee down
on my head in a minute.

And there's a little matter
of property damage.

And you're
gonna pay for it.

Lieutenant,

I take
full responsibility.
You bet you do.

I don't even know where
to start with the charges
against you.

There's filing a phony
police report,
and then there's...

Impersonating an officer.
Sergeant Becker said...

Lieutenant, I could've
got it wrong...

Lieutenant,
wait a minute.

You want some facts, huh?
The buyer was named
Murray Rosner.

The sellers were two guys
named Tony and Ciro Lucas,

the owner of
the Brent-Air Health Club.

Ciro Lucas, huh?

Lucas is
a known racketeer.

That's a nice, safe name
to pull out of a hat.

I know what I saw.
Yeah. You saw guns.

Maybe you saw
a little bit of heroin?
Maybe some dead bodies?

That story's not gonna keep
you out of the can. Book him!

You're not gonna do anything?
About what?

I didn't see any guns,
Becker didn't see any guns.

And you know why?
There aren't any guns!

(SIGHS)

Four cases?
That's all you could get?

No. No.
I can get you
all you want.

What we want
is all they have.

I'll set it up.
Same price. Right?

Yeah. That's fine.

Here.
Sign this receipt here, okay?

Well, I think I helped
you guys reach your objective.

This last buy should shut
the whole ring down.

Hey, don't put it away yet.
Okay?

I got something else for you.
Just picked it up on the side.

You know Lucas, the owner
of the Brent-Air Health Club?

The mastermind of
the whole gun operation.

Well, he bought himself
a Federal judge.

Now I don't know his name yet,
but I'll come up with it.

Don't bother.
We already know.

Well, how could you?
I just heard it yesterday.

I just said
we already know, Murray.

But thanks
for confirming it.

Who gave it to you?

Rockford?

It was Rockford, right?

We don't know anybody
named Rockford.

Look, I've worked for Feds
in Detroit, Chicago,
and New York.

None of them
never double-booked
any of my acts.

I don't go for that.
I don't like getting shorted.

Look, we don't pay for
the same information twice.
That's it.

You were paid for the guns.

Go ahead
and make the big score,
we'll pay you for that.

Come on. Now look,
you guys are Feds.

Now just because
you're wearing badges
and I'm working unofficiaI

doesn't give you
the right to stiff me.

I mean, I got a job
just like you, you know.

Murray, the meeting's over.

You tell Rockford
to stay out of my way.

I mean it.

Who's Rockford?

Who knows?
The guy's paranoid.

What's that about Lucas
buying a Federal Judge?

I didn't know
we knew that.

Well, we didn't.
But we do now.
And it didn't cost us a cent.

Well, what are you gonna
do about it?
We don't have the name.

No. But we do know
where to get it.

ROCKFORD: I want to thank you
for going my bail, Rocky.

Don't worry. I'll get
the money back to you.
Eventually.

You ought to quit.
I can't.

Lieutenant Chapman's trying
to stick me for damages
to the house.

You know,
I don't understand all this.

I thought you was working
on some kind of
insurance claim.

Well, I am.
I just kind of fell into a...

Hey, what if Tom Varney didn't
fall into the swimming pooI?

What if he tumbled to
the gun-running operation?

That'd explain a whole lot.

Not to me.

I am going down
to check out that club.

You know, I didn't like it
when you was messing around
with your Boy Scout knife.

I sure don't like it now
that you're messing around
with machine guns.

There's not gonna be any guns
at that club, Rocky.

Oh! There's gonna be that gun
you just put in your pocket.

Rocky, I'm just
looking for a lead.

No, you ain't.

You're looking for
what you're always
looking for, trouble!

(DOOR CLOSES)

Smart aleck kid.

Hi.

I could use
another cup of coffee.

And we could use
some answers.

I've told you,
I have nothing to say.

I thought a few hours
of reflection might have
changed your mind.

Is that why you locked me up?

Look, you don't seem
to realize the gravity
of your situation.

You were caught red-handed,
breaking and entering.

Well, I didn't break in.
I used a lock-pick.

I did enter Mr. Lucas' office.

That's where I caught
your partner red-handed,
planting a bug.

I was acting
in an official capacity.

Oh, I understood Washington
had stopped giving
Most Valuable Player Awards

for bag jobs.
Unless, of course,
you had a court order?

Well, in that case,
I think I'll be going.

You can't do that.
I am an agent
of the Federal government.

Hey, look, pal,
we were both caught dirty.

That makes it a stand-off.

Now you can't file charges
against me

without having to explain
what you were doing
in an office planting a bug

without official sanction.

Mister?
Look, I'm Herbert Deane.

This is Robert Spiker.

Could we at least
know your name?

Jim Rockford.

Rockford? The cop?

Cop? Who'd you get
that from, Harry Pate?

Who is Harry Pate?

Darned if I know.

You know, Murray was right.
The LA cops are in on this.

Check it out.

Look, I just wanted
an official read-out, Chapman.

Jim Rockford? You must have
a pretty low opinion
of this department.

Then he isn't
a member of LAPD?

Is that what he claimed?

Did he try to pass himself off
as a police officer to you?

No, no, not exactly.

Look, Lieutenant,
you seem to know Rockford.

If he has no connection
with the department
then what...

None. None whatsoever.

Except some frequent visits
to the booking desk.

Now what gave you the idea
he was a member of
the police department?

Look, I'm sorry.
I must have misunderstood.
Okay?

He's not a cop.

Then who is he?

MURRAY: Eight months.
Eight lousy months
I put in on this deal.

Then I find out
they're running a game
on me, huh?

You don't know that, Murray.

No, I know. I know.

They never heard
of Rockford.

So, what's he doing
walking out of
Deane's office?

Did you ask them?

What for? They'll just
feed me a pack of lies.

But why would they put
two men on the same job?

Because Rockford's a cop.

If he makes the bust,
it don't cost them.

They got no ethics, Lillian.
None whatsoever.

You know, it's not exactly
like I'm making a fortune.

I am just doing piece work.
I get paid per gun. Big deal.

Honey, I think
you ought to talk to him.

You're getting
all worked up.

No. No.
Not talking anymore.

From now on
I do it my own way.

Ten million bucks.

That's what the government
spends every year
for my kind of help.

All I want's my share.
All I want's what I earned.

Hey, Mom, when's lunch?

Kind of early...

What's he doing home?
Why ain't he in schooI?

It's nothing, honey.

It's ready now.
You wash your hands?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I asked you,
what's he doing home?

It's all right, Murray.
There is nothing
to worry about.

Johnny Dade's a nice boy.
He'll get over being mad.

Everybody knows what's
going on here except me.

Johnny says
he's gonna kill me.

Nothing to worry about, huh?

Why?
I caught him smoking
behind the gym.

I would've made a citizen's
arrest, only I didn't
know how.

You finked?
Murray.

Do you know
what that makes you?

You're an informer.
All right. Finish up.

He goes back to schooI
right after lunch.

I can't deal with this now.
I've got too much on my mind.
Where are you going?

To take care
of the competition.

Murray.

Look, you're the one who says
you're tired of lugging around
the hose. Right?

You want new sprinklers.
How am I gonna afford it?

Look, don't worry.
Nobody's gonna get hurt.

I am just taking Rockford
out for the final quarter,
till I collect what's due.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CAR HORN BLARING)

What happened?

You tried
to take me out, Murray.

Now let's talk about
why, huh?

Oh, my, my...

Head?

He doesn't remember
anything.

Oh, he responds to his name,
and yours,

keeps saying
his son's a fink.

Outside of that, we're not
getting much out of him.

What is it?
Severe concussion.

He'll be all right, but not
in time to do us any good.

He just keeps rambling.

That's your buddy,
Harry Pate.

WOMAN ON PA..
Dr. Allen, report to Surgery.
Dr. Allen, report to Surgery.

Are you sure the buy was
supposed to go down today?

We're sure. But we don't know
where and we don't know when.

Murray's the only one
who knows.

And you knocked it
clean out of his head.

CHAPMAN: Want to
press charges?

For what?
Defensive driving?

He tried to run me
off the road.

He's right, Lieutenant.
The Highway PatroI
checked the skid marks.

I don't want to hear anything
from either one of you.
You understand?

Now, if you'd filled
the department in, we might
have been able to help you.

Look, you were gonna be
informed at the proper time.

I had him in jail.
I could have kept him there.

He said 3:00.
You think that
means something?

Of course it means something.
It means 3:00.

For the buy?

Maybe. Maybe he's got a date
with his barber.

Eight months' work.

Look, he shouldn't be in there
alone. He still might say
something important.

Eight months.

You two have
a lot to answer for.

You really fouled this one up,
didn't you?

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Make Lieutenant. I'm lucky
I make the end of the week.

I'm sorry, Dennis.

Well, you're in it, too,
buddy. You know,
Chapman was talking about

pulling your license.

You know, if we could just
find out where they've
stashed those guns.

Yeah? How are we gonna
do that?

House to house search
of greater LA?

Well, we know the buy
is set for today.

When, Jimbo?

3:00?

Maybe. But where?

We've got nothing, pal.

Hey, we got Fred Molin.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

What?
2:40.

Yeah.

This isn't going anywhere.
We're wasting our time.

That's Molin's car out front.
That means he's at home.

I'll give you even money that
that truck over there...

Is for
transporting the guns.

Only Rosner
isn't gonna show.

Which means Fred Molin
isn't going anywhere.

Wrong.

Rosner's not gonna show
and everybody's gonna start
getting nervous.

Like, you know, what if he
got picked up on his last buy?

What if he started talking?
No.

They, they're gonna move
those guns to another
location, Dennis.

Are you sure of that?

No.

There he is, Dennis.

MOLIN: No, he said
he was staying at the hotel,
Mr. Lucas.

But he ain't here.
He ain't been here all day.

It's 3:30 already,
and he knows I was supposed
to pick him up at 3:00.

Yeah, all right.
I'm on my way.

Where's Chapman?
He's had plenty of time.

If he doesn't show soon,
they're gonna be gone.

He wasn't too happy
when I radioed in.

I had to tell him I saw guns.
There better be guns.

Fred, get that last crate
in there and
let's get out of here.

Fred,
get the hell out of here.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Moore, take the left.

POLICEMAN.. Come out
with your hands in the air.

Cover the truck.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

ROCKFORD: Come on. Get out.

Come on.

Well, Fred,

now you're really
gonna have something
to be depressed about.

ROCKY: Well, you got yourself
a commendation, huh, Dennis?

Yeah. And that's not all.

To Investigator Three,
and the pay bump that
goes along with it.

I guess you'll be making
Lieutenant any day now.

That's what I keep
telling him, Rocky.

You know, it seems to me that
Jim ought to get something
out of this.

Like a Certificate of Merit
or something.

Chapman dropped the charges.
I'll settle for that.

Come on, Jimbo.
I appreciate the celebration,
but it's not all for me.

You did pretty good yourself.
The government didn't have
to pay you on that recovery.

They didn't have
a deal with you.

Yeah.
Well, I appreciate it.

A very nice gesture.
The government's happy,
Mr. McGill's happy.

He didn't have to pay off
on the insurance claim.

Well, somebody's gonna
have to pay
for Tom Varney's accident.

Well, that was no accident,
Rocky.

That's right. Tom Varney
was fooling around
with Tony Gardell's girl,

which is not
a good move.

He roughed him up and phonied
up the accident to cover.

Tony Gardell'll have to pay.
So, everybody's happy.

Hey, Murray!
Good to see you're up
and around. How's your head?

You've got my money!
This is not the place
for that, Rosner.

My money.

Eight months I worked
on that government deal.

I already ordered
the sprinklers.

You ain't even a cop.

Well, what made you
think I was?

Cops dress lousy.

All right, cut it out.
Okay, Rosner?

Hey, if it'll make you feel
any better, Murray,

I didn't ask for the money,
they offered it.

Now put yourself in my spot.

Would you have turned it down?
That ain't the point.

Oh, sure it is.
Come on, Murray.
Sit down and have a drink.

Free booze on me.

Hey, how much
you get for them?

ROCKFORD: Oh, $5000.

ROSNER: Five grand?

They're worth more than that.
That ain't a fraction
of what they're worth.

You get paid per gun,
dummy.

How many were there?

You didn't count him, huh?
Well, it never occurred to me.

Five grand.
You know something, Rockford?

You got stiffed.

Yeah.