All language subtitles for Rockford Files s05e01 Heartaches Of A Fool.eng

I think somebody ought to
wave you off the track before you hit the wall.

But my dad's still
where he was three minutes ago,

and your sausages
are still being made in Mexico.

You got Charlie Strayhorn
and you brought him here to this room.

He wasn't doing too much,
so I had to twist his arm a little.

Stop it, Charlie!

He's Chinese.

Oh, I love it.
I just love it.

Yahoo!

ROCKFORD
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

Say, I'm the one
who hit your car at Ford City.

I got no insurance, I'm broke,
but I really wanted you to know how sorry I am.

If it makes you feel
any better, I hurt my arm.

Ladies and gentlemen,

The Global Pavilion
is proud to present its favorite star,

Charlie Strayhorn.

Well, a long time forgotten

Are dreams that
just fell by the way

And the good life
he promised ain't what she's living today

But she never complains
of the bad times

Or the bad things
he's done, Lord

She just talks about
the good times they've had and all the good times to come

She's a good-hearted woman
in love with a good-timing man

And she loves him
in spite of his ways that she don't understand

Through teardrops
and laughter

They're gonna pass through
this world hand in hand, Lord

This good-hearted woman
in love with a good-timing man

He likes the nightlife,
the bright lights and his good-timing friends

And when the party's
all over, she'll welcome him back home again

Lord knows
she don't understand him

But she does the best
that she can

This good-hearted woman
in love with a good-timing man

She's a good-hearted woman
in love with a good-timing man

And she loves him
in spite of his ways that she don't understand

Through teardrops
and laughter

They're gonna pass through
this world hand in hand, Lord

This good-hearted woman
in love with a good-timing man

You didn't get
a plate on either of the vehicles, sir?

Well, how was I
going to get a plate, officer?

License's still current
and all that?

Well, it sure is.

Is that it
in your pants pocket, Mr. Rockford?

Yeah, right there.

Would you take it out
for me, please?

Sixty-eight?

Little old
for the big rigs, aren't you, sir?

Hey, Dad, you okay?
Now, wait.

Just a minute,
just a minute.

What does that mean?
Excuse me.

Are you related
to Mr. Rockford?

All my life.
He's my dad.

Well, we're still
investigating this, sir.

Your log says you were pulling
hot dogs for a combined weight of 23,000 pounds.

We have a county white hat
going out there in the morning

to check everything out,
but meanwhile, I think I'll just hang onto this.

I'll clip it right here
to my board so you'll know right where it is, sir.

Are you lifting my license?

Well, sir, in a large accident
like this, it's customary to have a review.

I wouldn't worry about it.
I'm glad you're feeling better.

Sonny.
It's okay, Dad.

No, no, he's got
my license there. Dad, it's okay. Just a minute.

Put out a code seven
at Sis and Al's. Officer?

I haven't eaten yet.

Would you excuse me
just a minute?

You're lucky he wasn't hurt
a lot worse than he was.

They're gonna keep him here
for a while for evaluation, I guess.

Yeah, well, it's about
his license.

Let me interrupt you
right there, Mr. Rockford.

Now, I was trying to be
nice in there, but, come on.

Sixty-eight, driving
an eighteen-wheeler way too fast...

He left enough rubber
out there to get a reclamation contract.

I'm not the last word
on these things,

but my guess is the DMV
is gonna ice your dad's ticket.

May I?

If my father says
there were two blue sedans,

there were two blue sedans.

That's an old story, sir.

Every time
one of these guys cartwheels one of those monsters,

it's always another car
coming down the wrong side of the road

or some crazy thing
like that.

Fact is, I think your dad
maybe was sleeping up there,

drove off the road
and had himself

one of the biggest
weenie roasts in history.

I hope he's feeling better.
Good night.

Dr. Philips,
go to the emergency entrance. Dr. Judd Philips.

Well?

Well...

Listen... I... You know,
I was worried about you.

I really was.
I talked to the nurse, she said you're gonna be okay.

Forty-five years
I been pushing and trucking.

They're gonna pull my ticket.

No they're not. Not really.

It wasn't even my truck.

What am I gonna tell
Roland Eddy?

Well, I'll tell him
for you, Dad. It's okay.

I'm telling you
something, sonny,

they pull my ticket,

it ain't never gonna be
the same for me.

You only use it now and then,
and then it's only when you're backing up a friend.

I mean,
what's the difference?

That ain't the point.

It's just knowing
I got that ticket here in my wallet that...

It gives me
a reason for being.

Now, you can
understand that, can't you?

Yeah, I can
understand it, Dad.

Them chappies
was already here. Signed off the report.

Seeing as how
it was my truck he totaled.

Yeah, well, my dad
really feels terrible about the accident, Mr. Eddy.

He said you'd been sick.

That's why
he was driving for you.

Yeah, I been feeling
a little mussed.

Just can't seem to shake it.

He seems to think it was
an attempted hijacking.

Look, you tell him
I ain't squawking about the truck.

Just forget about the truck.

The less said about that
the better.

Did you read
the police report?

Yeah.

Well, if my dad said
he was forced off the road,

then he was
forced off the road.

He wants me to look into it.
Try to prove it.

Come on. He what?

You heard me.

You his son, huh?
Yeah.

Let me see something
proving that.

What the hell's
the matter with old Joe?

Didn't he tell you about Slim
and the meeting at the Fifty-One Diner near Diego?

The what?

Didn't he tell you about
ducking them truck scales and not using

Highway l-Five?

What are you talking about?

Smuggle, man.
It was a smuggle.

Them links was made
down in Mexico.

We been running them up here
for about two weeks now.

Six trucks.
I made six trips myself. Usually to San Diego.

Wait a minute.

Are you trying to tell me that

you told my father
he was smuggling and he agreed to it?

I don't believe that.

Well, maybe
I didn't use the word "smuggling," but come on, man,

I told him to take the truck
down to San Diego, give it to Slim,

Slim would load it
and give it back to him.

I told him to stay away
from the truck scales

and not get near
no four-lane highways.

Now was he born in church?
Don't he know what that means?

Slim who?

Don't know his last name,
just Slim.

Then there were two sedans.
Who was in them?

How do I know?

Could be some overeager
food and drug feds, maybe some freelancers.

It might be some enemies
of the guys who set this up.

I tell you one thing,
I'm glad they wrecked my truck, though.

I'm damn glad of that

'cause I'm going to
collect on the insurance.

I'm going to
move up to Washington

'cause L.A. ain't my town
no more.

Let me ask you something.

When you deliver,
where do you take them?

They usually give me a spot.
Supermarket parking lot.

I get out, leave the keys
on the front tire,

come back in the morning,
box is empty.

You probably forgot to
mention that to Rocky, too, huh?

Look, the only reason
I'm telling you this

is so you keep that
old man of yours quiet.

Now if he stays quiet,
all them buzzards is gonna fly right on past.

But if he opens up
to the cops or anybody like that,

then they're gonna pack him up
and plant him in the garden.

Well, you haven't said
who "they" were.

I don't know who
they are.

I just answer
the telephone.

They send my money
in the mail. It's green and it's cash.

Now, the only thing
I know, Mr. Rockford,

is what I read
on them packages.

You want to see it?

That's it.

I don't believe it.

Of course, all this
will be brought up before the union management.

You'll have
a right to be present and give your side of it.

But in the meantime,
all of your pension and medical benefits

will be withheld
pending the hearing.

You, of course,
are suspended temporarily

according to all the
provisions and stipulations of Working Rule Eight.

Working Rule Eight?

I never...
I'm sorry.

Dr. Tony Bates wanted
in CCU, stat.

Dr. Bates, CCU, stat.

Who were those guys?

They're from the union.

Oh, hey, I wanted to tell you,
you shouldn't file for your medical.

I got a pretty good idea
that the truck you were driving was not a union run.

Forty years
I been in that union and they just threw me out.

No, no, it's got to be
another number.

It's in Cripple Creek,
Arkansas.

That's the same number
I have, operator.

I've been calling that
for two hours.

All I get is a recording.
They keep giving me the same recipe.

I want the packaging plant
or the executive offices.

Nurse Conti,
report to x-ray.

Thanks.
Thanks anyway. Yeah.

Oh, hey, Dad, do you know
what time it is, huh?

Time for
the Hundred Thousand Dollar Question.

Hey, maybe that plumber
from Tarzana made it to the next plateau, huh?

Now, come on. Let's see
how many of the answers you know.

States of the Union.

You ought to know all of them,
you've been through enough of them on long hauls.

Turn it down, sonny.

Only if you talk to me.
I'm getting tired of the monologue.

You know, I'm running out of
fresh material. Okay?

Okay.

Come on, Dad,
I'm going to find that plant

and I'm gonna make
that sausage company pay for the medical,

or I'm gonna throw them
to the union.

Thanks, sonny.

Look, if I can find out
where the sausages are made,

maybe I can figure out
who the guys in the cars were.

If I can prove that
they were across the road,

I can square you
with the DMV and get your ticket right back.

It don't do no good to have
your ticket unless you can drive for the union, sonny.

I know that,
but what about the...

I'll be right back.

You know what them union guys
is saying about me?

They said
I wasn't familiar with Working Rule Eight.

Oh, dear.

'56... You remember '56?

Yeah, I remember.
I was on the...

I remember.
I was on the strike committee then.

Right.

Me and 15 other guys,
we helped write Working Rule Eight.

I still remember.

"If any member
will be participating in or attempting to

"stage any long
or short hauls in any city, state..."

Wait... Hold it, Dad.
Hang on just a minute.

Hickory-smoked sausages
put up in special sheds in Cripple Creek, Arkansas,

and they're smoked
to just the right flavor.

Now when I get up
in the morning, I hear old Uncle Willie's

skillet crackling in there,
I know he's cooking up some of this good

Cripple Creek Country sausage
or bacon.

Boy, it gets my mouth
to watering and starts my day off right.

Now remember,
when you're in the market for Charlie Strayhorn's

Cripple Creek Country Sausage
or breakfast meat,

then you're going to rustle up
your own good old country morning breakfast.

Now, so far he's the only guy
in this whole deal that I'm sure exists.

I'm gonna find him.

I wouldn't put 20 cents
on Uncle Willie.

That guy could be anyplace.

Oh, most of these guys park
their chuck wagons in Bel Air, Rocky.

I'll find him.

If he's not in town,
I'll hunt him down wherever he is.

Thanks, sonny.
Hey, don't you worry.

I'm going to get some action
'cause I happen to be getting mad.

We still have
unrealized income of two and a half million

which is currently balancing
on the tip of a pin.

If the Fed disallows
the terms of that Amco record deal

and say we can't
income average

and dump that dough out
into the next 10-year period,

Chuck's gonna have to take it
all as straight income this year.

And, fellas, we're gonna be
standing out on the salt flats with a tin cup.

And I haven't even touched
on tax penalty interest rates

and a whole symphony
of related problems.

Well, fellas, it looks like
we can't stand to see one more penny income.

And, Carrie, you and Charlie
should inventory that house

this afternoon
as soon as possible.

Okay, Chas?
Hmm?

How about it, buddy?
You could do it this afternoon.

It's got to be accomplished
before she files for divorce

'cause you're gonna be
on the road and then

you're going back
to Germany and...

Norman, can we get
these fellas to stop hammering and sawing around here?

Ain't gonna need
this wing anymore anyway.

Look, buddy, I know
it's a drag, but you know, let's face it.

They've already knocked
the wall down on the east wing for the addition

and I think it's safe to say
we're gonna put this place on the market.

Let's finish it.

It'll bring in a good price
and we're gonna need that cash on hand.

Yeah, I guess that's about
what this place adds up to,

cash on hand.

Well, then, you want to
get started, hmm?

Hey, what about the album?
I talked to Dave over at Amco

and he says
they wanna postpone till May. Is that right?

That's my department, Chucker.

We're holding it back because

A, we're saturated 'cause
Charlie Strayhorn Live is still selling like crazy.

And B, the company wants
to save the Red River album for the next quarter.

And frankly, with
what Hill just told us about income management,

it's probably just as well.

Well, it ain't all right
with me.

All I want to do
is record them songs and sing for folks.

Now, Hill here says
I'm making too much money.

I can't pay my taxes
because of this divorce.

I can't get these workmen
out of here,

I got to listen to hammers
and saws and road graders all day long.

I ain't wrote a song
in two weeks.

Now they want to
postpone Red River.

The only thing that's
worked out right in the last six months

is the damn sausages.

Charlie, we're just
a little tax rich and cash poor,

which happens
when somebody gets too hot too fast.

Norm hasn't had a chance
to work out a tax shelter,

so we're gonna get
rained on a little. But we're gonna come out of it.

Charlie.
Yeah, Shorty.

Fella at the door
wants to see you. Name's Rockford.

I ain't got time
right now, Shorty.

Find out what he wants and
turn him onto the right guy to handle it, will you?

He wants to talk to you
about the sausages. Shall I put him on to Clement?

Wait a minute.
About the sausages?

Yeah.

Well, okay.
Wait a minute.

I tell you, you all keep
battling this steer, I'll find out what this guy wants.

Thank you, Shorty.

Doesn't seem like
we're leaving him much, does it?

You're the one who hired
Laurence of Beverly Hills to run a pole through him.

You want to tell
that guy to back down?

You won't get an argument
from us, dear.

Howdy.

I'm Charlie Strayhorn.
You wanted to see me?

I got a complaint
about your sausages.

I don't get many.

Get ready for a lulu.

Okay, shoot.

How come your sausages, which
are supposed to be made in Cripple Creek, Arkansas,

are actually being made
in Sonoma, Mexico?

And how come
the non-union trucks

that are smuggling them
up here are being wrecked and burned?

Are you some kind
of escapee, mister?

My father agreed to drive
one of your truckloads of sausages up from San Diego.

The plant that made them
was in Mexico.

He ended up
wrecking his truck, ended up in a hospital,

losing his license,
his medical plan...

Them sausages is made
in Cripple Creek, Arkansas.

Now, it's a little town
in the...

I know where it is,
do you?

Have you ever
been there?

Well, no, I haven't
been there. I made the deal before I went to Tokyo.

I've been touring
for six months.

Which means
you don't know anymore about it than I do.

I know them sausages
ain't being made in Mexico.

Come on, man,
they're FDA approved.

They ain't got no
import stamps.

Non-union trucks...
Why would my meats be going non-union?

Those trucks have got to go
into supermarkets

and supermarkets ain't
gonna unload no kind of non-union trucks.

I don't know
how it's happening, but it is.

Boy, you say
your daddy told you this?

Yeah. I also got it
from another driver

who's been to the plant
in Mexico once, seen the whole operation.

He's also made six trips
up from San Diego.

I don't believe him either.

Charlie, excuse me.

Norm wants to know
if we can get started on the inventory.

No, I can't do no inventory.
I got trouble with the sausage company.

I got to deal with it myself.

Where are you going?

I just got to get out of here.
These people are eating me up.

I thought we had
some sausage business we were going to take care of.

I don't know what
your game is, mister,

but I got some
sharpshooter coming at me about every 10 seconds,

and I got troubles
of my own.

Well, the biggest trouble
you got is standing right here on this sidewalk.

Now, either you listen to
what I'm telling you

or you're going to go home
across your saddle.

Oh, boy, that does it.
I don't...

All righty.

Charlie, what...

Charlie, what are you doing?

Stop it!

Stop it!
Carrie, get away from here!

Stop it, Charlie!

Quit!
No!

Look at you, Charlie.

You just had to go
and hit somebody, didn't you?

No, just him.

Hey, Charlie, come on,
we got some work to do.

Oh, damn it!

You wait a minute.

Just wait a minute,
Charlie.

We're not through
with our business.

Okay.

Charlie, you tell me
what's going on.

I'll tell you.
The cowboy just started swinging at me.

Boy, I tell you,
that felt good.

You got yourself
a pretty good left hand there, partner.

Ah, big deal.

Honey, I want you to meet...
What'd you say your name was?

Jim Rockford.

Well, Jim, I want you
to meet my wife.

Well, she's not my...
Well, pretty soon she's not going to be my wife.

It's nice to meet you.
You'll have to excuse him.

Now, look, this is
all really swell,

but my dad's
still where he was three minutes ago,

and your sausages
are still being made in Mexico, ace.

I tell you one thing,
them guys with their tax losses

and their inventories
are driving me nuts.

I somehow feel
that we've gotten off the subject.

Now, how do I get you
locked in on one beam, huh?

Well, you tell me
where I'm going to go, then I'll take us there.

2365, Amber Lane.

What are you doing?
Where are you taking me?

Gun it!

Hey, that's him.
They're snatching him. That's Roland Eddy.

Go on, Charlie,
get in the truck. Come on, come on.

Come on,
start it, Charlie.

Come on.

Son-of-a-gun.

There he is.
There he is. There he is.

Oh, my gosh.
You're gorgeous!

Charlie!

Okay, thank you, gentlemen,
for the report.

We'll file it
and let you know.

All right, thank you
very much, officer.

Oh, folks, we just
don't have time.

I've got to be getting along.
Thank you very much for asking.

Just a chorus, Charlie,
please.

Thank you, honey.

Please, Charlie.

Oh, honey, just be a friend
just this once, okay?

I love you.
Bye-bye.

Bye, Charlie.
We love you.

Yeah, it looks like
they got him. Cops were here, anyway.

We should've
picked him up ourselves. Gone with my instincts.

Rolling that rig
should've done it, but nobody knew that Eddy wasn't in it.

We got to find that factory.
Hit them there.

Yeah, okay, Clark,
we'll get on it.

Then they must have
set fire to Roland's truck.

And when I woke up,
I was here, the police was here.

They took away my license,
the union said I'm driving illegal,

and they canceled me out cold.

Well, that's it, Charlie.

He tried to bring your stuff
up from San Diego,

he ends up with a towel
wrapped around his head. It's your move.

Oh, now, sonny, it seems to me
that Mr. Strayhorn, he's done enough just coming over here.

I'm telling you,
I feel a lot better just with you in the room.

Don't take
the pressure off, Rocky.

I buy all your cassettes,
you know that?

I play them on the long hauls
when the radio won't come in.

I'm telling you, sonny,

Mr. Strayhorn here, he'd
never do nothing illegal. I can tell.

Yeah, well,
somebody is.

All I can tell you,
Mr. Rockford,

is that I'm real sorry
about what's happened to you

and I intend to
get to the bottom of it.

At least that's something,
hey, Rocky?

Now, the first thing
I'm gonna do, I'm gonna call Clement,

get his butt over here
and find out

why my links
is coming up from San Diego.

And second, I'm gonna
come back here in person

and tell you
what happened and why.

Who's Clement?

Clement's the one
who got me in this deal in the first place.

He's in charge of it.

He also has all the answers,
and I'm sure those answers

don't have nothing to do
with no packing plant down in Mexico.

Real nice to meet you,
Mr. Rockford.

I'll be taking care
of your hospital bills either way.

We can handle that.

I said I'm gonna
take care of them.

The man says I need
tax write-offs anyway. Come on.

See you in the hall, Jim.
So long.

By golly, you done it, sonny.

You got Charlie Strayhorn
and you brought him here to this room.

I've never been so excited.

Yeah, the problem is,
I kind of like him.

He's a real one.
I like him, too.

Yeah. I guess he's okay.

He wasn't doing too much,
so I had to twist his arm a little.

I love you, sonny.

Physical therapist,
report to room 420.

I'll see you.

Hey, Charlie. Charlie,
thanks a lot. You really picked up his spirits.

It's a lot more
than I could do.

Well, my old man split
when I was 16.

Left me and my kid brother
in Okmulgee, Oklahoma. Yeah.

We stole and
slept under porches. Never did go to school.

I like your daddy.

Seems to me he did
a real good job with you.

He worked, worried about you
when you were sick,

now you're doing it for him.
I like that.

Hey, me and Carrie's
got a boy. Yeah?

Yeah. He lives in
Oklahoma City while we get this thing straightened out.

He's with her parents.

One of my hopes was
he'd never have to sleep under no porch.

The way we got it fixed,
I guess Chet will be sleeping on airplanes.

Ain't that right, honey?

I'm sorry, Carrie.

He's right, you know.
But then, he's Charlie Strayhorn.

Things just got going
too fast and now there's no way to stop them.

Thanks. Bye.
Bye.

Can't we just call
the rest of this stuff miscellaneous

and just guess
at a figure, huh?

Seems kind of funny, you know.

All this stuff,
as you call it.

Some of it ain't got
no price I can think of.

Charlie,
what I meant was...

Oh, honey,
I know what you meant.

It's just...

Well, like this Mexican saddle
we got down here on the list,

remember that's the one
we used to put on Dappler?

Huh?

What do you figure
that old saddle's worth?

I broke an arm winning it.

You was judging pies,
thought I was crude.

Called me a rough rider.

I had to give you the saddle
to get a date with you.

What do you figure
that old saddle's worth? Twenty dollars?

What're you trying
to do, Charlie?

Open up old wounds
and get them bleeding?

Ah, it's just
all these fellas around here with scarves and loafers.

How in the hell
did they ever get hitched up on our wagon anyway?

I suppose you want to
figure out the taxes

and book the tours and
make the record deals...

No.

I liked that old man today.
Jim, too.

How come
we don't have no friends like that no more?

Used to be we did.

Where the hell
did they all go?

You don't want them, Charlie.
Not really.

You want to prove who you are
and grow all your roots in 18 months.

And that just
doesn't leave any time.

It was nice,
you worrying about Chet this afternoon.

But you can worry
all you want.

It's not going to make
your being in Tokyo

any easier for
a little kid to understand.

Okay, let's make
that saddle worth $20. Let's make it worth $20.

There you go, Jake.

Yeah?
What'd you say?

I beg your pardon?

What'd you call me?

I didn't call you anything.

I don't take that
from anybody.

Come on, pal.

That's the weirdest thing
I ever saw. What'd you call him, Jim?

I didn't call him anything.

Hey, Jake, we don't
need any cops, do we?

No, go on and get out of here.
I'll steer him the other way.

Thanks, Jake.

Them doggies are gone

Hey, Jim.
Hey, Jim-boy.

Come out of there.
I know you're in there.

Whoo, Jim-boy.

All right. All right.

Oh, boy, a drunken cowboy.
What a treat.

How you doing, pard?

Hey, Charlie,
don't shout at me, will you?

I ran into a little
trouble earlier.

The inside of my head
revolves when you shout at me, okay?

Did I do that to you?

No. It happened later.

Hey, hey, hey, Rockford.
You know what?

I got the lowdown
on how them links is coming up from San Diego.

Oh, Charlie, Charlie,
would you keep it down?

You know why?

Because Clement said
they were having trouble

getting a direct railroad
from Cripple Creek,

so what they did was
they got three railcars

from the UP Lines
straight into Dallas

and then ran them right on up
to San Diego and trucked them right on up here.

How does that explain the fact
they were non-union trucks?

Oh, Clement says that guy
Eddy probably just didn't register with the union.

It's just one bad apple
in it, that's all, son.

Will you knock it off,
Charlie?

Now, I'm not gonna
ask you again, okay?

What are you gonna do,
throw me out? Huh?

Come on. When I drink,
I'm tougher than a boll weevil in a sugar jar. Come on.

Yeah, well, I eat boll weevils
for breakfast.

That is, when I'm not eating
Mexican sausages.

Oh, Jim, they ain't
Mexican sausages.

Come on, man.
I came over here to have a party with you.

Won't you lighten up
on me, son?

Oh, why don't you just
give them a call in Cripple Creek?

They answer the phone
with a recording.

I think it's time
you went down there and had a little...

It's there!
Why don't you just take it from...

Yeah, who? Clement?
Oh, sure. Yeah.

He's got more lines
than the telephone company.

Okay. I'll tell you what.

I got an airplane
over at Van Nuys

and since you are
so all fired up to go down to Cripple Creek, let's go.

You're drunk.

That's it, boy. The old
Bel Air cowboy coming at you in a plastic cup.

Come on, Jim.
Give them a hoot.

Not with this head.

All right.
Not too bad, huh, partner?

Bought this from
Charlie Pride. Before that, it belonged to Elvis.

Pretty good, though.
Got a TV and a videotape, got a mixing panel

and a bar and a full kitchen.
Pretty good, though, ain't it? What do you think?

I don't think
you want to hear it, Charlie.

I do, too. Come on,
Jim, talk to me.

I think somebody ought to
wave you off the track before you hit the wall.

Yeah?

Well, when you're right,
you're right.

I been thinking about
taking some time off.

Maybe spending it with Chet
or getting Carrie to try to understand some.

I got this German tour
coming up.

Hill says I got to put
some of that dough in a Swiss bank

and I can beat the Feds
out of their share.

In fact, I got to do that,
'cause Carrie's gonna wipe me out.

She don't want it that way,
but I don't want it this way. But we're doing it anyway.

There might be
a lyric in there somewhere.

Maybe I better write
a little music. You gonna be all right here?

Oh, yeah. I'll be fine.

Oh, boy.

Yeah.

I can sure write
good up here.

Nobody pulling me
into no limos or meetings

or talking into my ear about
schedules and itineraries, people I got to talk to.

Just them old engines
droning out there.

This bird chasing the sun,
running from it,

don't matter which,
it's all the same.

Don't let me bother you now.

Started out with the dreams

And the plans of a wise man

And ended up with
the heartaches of a fool

As a boy,
I would walk through the valley

And gaze at
the world all around

Made a vow that somehow

I would find fame and fortune

Well, I found it

But look at me now

Boy, it sure
takes your breath away, doesn't it?

Of course, you can look
on the bright side of it.

You got your smoking shed
all set up there.

All you need is
the 50,000 square feet of factory.

Knock it off, Rockford.

Well, come on.

Let's go see
if we can find the plant manager.

This can't be the place.

That guy had to be
mistaken in town.

From the looks of it,
you ought to start branching out, Charlie.

"Fillet the sausage
and pack American cheese in the center,

"double over and wrap in
Charlie Strayhorn Hickory Smoked,

"uncooked bacon,
then throw in the skillet

"and cook till brown."
Mmm-mmm.

What is this place?

It's a mail drop, Charlie,

and your factory is right
where I said it was. In the middle of Mexico.

Clement slipped you
a rusty musket, partner.

About had enough?
Yeah.

Well, shall we take
a look at the smoking shed, Charlie?

He's dead.

Why? Why would anybody
want to kill...

The guy who tried to
kick my head in last night was Chinese,

now this guy.

I wonder how all that
adds up and why.

You got something, Charlie?
What is it?

Clement.
What about him?

His name is Clement Chen.
He's Chinese.

Oh, I love it.
I just love it.

Well, I'll give you
an escort out to the airfield, Charlie.

Red lights and a siren.

Well, there's no
point in that.

I'd hate to scare these cattle
and everything, you know.

Yeah, well, we want to
thank you, Sheriff. Oh, thank you.

When we get back to
L.A., you set up the meeting with Chen and I'll handle it.

But once we get there,
it's my party.

Look, Charlie,
I know you're angry.

Hey, babe, why not?
Right?

I mean, okay,
so I smoked a fastball past you. Look, hey, come on.

It's a slot machine
and it's just starting to pay off.

This sucker is a gold mine.

If we were producing
in the U.S. with all the union restrictions,

it would cost us
85 cents a unit.

Now, in Mexico, with
everything exactly the same, we get them in L.A.,

F.O.B.
my food distributing company for 13 cents a unit.

Now, you built a plant
down in Mexico.

You get Charlie
to front it for you,

and then you probably
got one FDA inspector

all scared or jammed up
or whatever,

but he's stamping it down
in Mexico for you.

Then you smuggle them up here.

And your distribution
is probably this year's biggest hit musical.

Hey, what's wrong with that?

It's illegal.

What's your story, mister?
Did you just drift down in a white balloon?

So it's illegal.
So who's getting hurt?

Well, let's start with
your man Loo in Cripple Creek.

He's getting
bundled off to Boot Hill in a $20 pine box

and then there's
Roland Eddy.

He probably just had
one drink too many

and fell into
the fourth dimension.

I've had
a lot of pressure on me lately.

Everything will
work out fine, Charlie.

You just have to
stick it out for a while.

If you want out later,
I'll take you out at a profit.

And you're wrong about
Mr. Roland Eddy.

He isn't dead.

I'm a businessman,
not a murderer.

You're a real slug,
you know that, Clement? Huh?

Thank you, gentlemen,
that'll be fine.

Business associates?

What are you, Clement?

Chinese Mafia?
Isn't that what they call it?

Mafia?

I'm a member of the Triad.
It's a very old Chinese business affiliation.

Yeah, well, you ought to talk
to the police gang squad.

You know, they call it
an underworld crime syndicate.

Well, I suppose that brings
our business discussion to a close.

Yeah.

Excuse me a minute.
I'll be right back.

Charlie, I wouldn't.

I tried it once,
my head's still throbbing.

Do you think the word
got out that they're serving Mexican egg rolls?

Well, something sure
cleared it out in a hurry.

Telephone, Mr. Strayhorn.

Yeah?

Charlie, I'm calling
you from my car.

Listen, buddy, you might
want to get out of there yourself.

Yeah? Why?

There's some men
about to hit the place.

They might be
a little out of sorts.

Thanks a lot, Clement.
We're on our way out now.

Charlie, I got an idea.

He said something about a food
distribution company.

Go get the pickup, all right?

What's wrong?
Why are we stopping?

Oh, no, Davey.

Not you.
I got to.

No other choice.

Pick up the phone
and dial 555-6787.

Then hand it back.

I'll kill you for this.

They got my sister
and mother, Clement.

I got to do what they say.
Now dial.

How do you like that?

Your Cripple Creek Sausages
are being distributed by a Chinese noodle company.

That ought to knock the old
down-home country image right in the head.

Uh-huh.

Somebody in there
has to know where that factory is.

I think we ought to go in
there and bust some buns and find out where.

Let's call the police
and let them do it.

Get down!

Okay, you got
a clean gripe coming,

I'll copy to that,
but we couldn't use union trucks.

We would've been
in trouble all the way up and down the line.

Get serious, man.
We're smugglers.

I told you on the phone
how it was two months ago.

You cut me in
or we put you out of business.

I offered a fair deal.
So what do you do, huh?

You get a couple of riceballs
to throw a bomb in my front window.

You think I'm gonna sit around
and wait for you to ice me and my family?

They did that
without asking.

They were just
a couple of punks.

Oh, shut up.

So what are you
going to do now?

I'm gonna kill you.
That's what I'm gonna do.

You're gonna kill me
over that? Just because of that?

I'm gonna kill you
because I know you, mister.

If I let you go,
you'd kill me.

It's got nothing to do
with sausages or the ITTW.

It has to do with
who ends up alive and who ends up dead.

Okay, Mike, go in there
and collect Roland Eddy.

Take Mel with you
and make it fast.

I don't like it.

Charlie.

Charlie.

I bought these for hunting.
Hey, Charlie, come on.

You can't be serious.

I tell you something,
I ain't felt better about nothing in five years.

Just cool it.
Hold it a minute.

All right.
Now, I'm against it,

but you get in the truck bed.

I'm gonna pull up
and block the driveway.

Okay.

Charlie, hold it.

Yahoo!

Man, I can't believe it.

Here we are,
actually at Charlie's house.

You don't suppose
we should have phoned him first or something?

Oh, I guess, maybe,
but he's not all that formal a guy, Rocky.

He yells things like "yahoo."

Wait till
I tell him I got my driver's license back.

I'll wait.
And wait till I tell him the union

reinstated me
'cause they found out the real crook

was the president
of the union and not me.

Wait till I tell him that.
I'll wait, Dad.

Well, hey, yahoo!

Hello there.
Anybody home?

Hi.

Oh, we're
the Rockford family

and we come calling on
Mr. Strayhorn.

Well, he ain't here.
Where is he?

Well, after he got back
from Sonoma

and finished closing out
that sausage business, he sort of lost interest.

So I suggested
he go up to the ranch and do a little fishing.

He called me yesterday,
said he was leaving.

Didn't know when
he'd be back. If ever.

I baked this here cake for him
and I got the best news I wanted to tell him.

You're Joseph, ain't you?

Yeah. Yeah.
Yes, sir.

Well, I got something
for you, too.

What do you expect
he's got for us? I don't know.

What's that for?

That's the rig we used
to use on old Dappler.

That's the horse that
Charlie rodeod on, and this is for you, too.

"Charlie Strayhorn,
Heartaches of a Fool.

"For Rocky who helped
set me free."

He... He got my name
right smack on that record.

"Most of what I have
ain't worth giving,

"but there was
this $20 saddle.

"Thanks, Jim. Love, Charlie."

Right on the record, eh?
Mmm-hmm.

All right!

Started out with the dreams

And the plans of a wise man

And ended up with
the heartaches of a fool

As a boy,
I would walk through the valley

And gaze at
the world all around

Made a vow that somehow

I would find fame and fortune

Well, I found it

But look at me now

I had a sweetheart
who would love me forever

Didn't need her

I would reign all alone

Now look at me
I'm the king

Of a cold lonely castle

The queen of my heart is gone

So gather round me,
you fools, for a dollar

Listen to me,
a lesson you'll learn

Well, there's
happiness and love

Sent from heaven above

And the fires of ambition
will burn

Started out with the dreams

And the plans of a wise man

And ended up with
the heartaches of a fool

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