All language subtitles for Rockford Files s06e04 Only Rock N Roll Will Never Die 1.eng

John, it was
the first day of testimony for plaintiff Diane Bjornstrom

in her suit against
pop star Tim Richie.

Tim Richie is the most
sensual man of his time.

Women like that
don't break out into a sweat over guys like me.

Women like
that don't sweat, according to you.

His name's Brian Charles.
Well, I suppose you've heard of him.

How well do you know
Brian?

Well as you can
know a smackhead.

Brian was hanging
around with the mob. Evergreen Management.

You're finished.
You're off this case.

(GUN FIRING)

Shooting at us, Eddie!

(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)

MEN: (SINGING)
We're down at Hazy Bar, Jim, having a drink or two

You better get
down here quick, Jim

Or we'll come
and take you out, too

(LAUGHING)

So essentially, John,
there are no new leads in this gruesome killing.

And what neighbors
here are left with is the knowledge that four people

that they had known and
loved are gone, suddenly, senselessly and finally.

A whole family of four
dead. No reason.

(SCOFFS)
Some world we live in.

In the Tim Richie,
Diane Bjornstrom settlement trial

there were new
developments today.

News at 6:00
Lindy Jones has the story.

And now this travesty.

I guess you wanna
see this, sonny.

John, it was the
first day of testimony for plaintiff Diane Bjornstrom

in her suit against
pop star Tim Richie.

Questioned
by her attorney, Mitchell Robinson,

the 32-year-old
international beauty stated that her decision to forego

what would have
been a lucrative acting career in 1975

was only partly her own

and would not have
happened had not Richie shown a preference

that she not work
while she lived with him.

Miss Bjornstrom,
would you please comment on today's events?

Well, maybe some people
think that $15 million is a lot to ask.

But that's half
of what Tim has.

And I gave
my whole heart to him.

I was everything a wife
would have been to him.

Yeah, I bet.

Thank you, Diane.
And here's Tim Richie himself.

Mr. Richie, did you
lead Diane to believe that you wanted her

to cease her
acting career in 1975 as she alleges?

I don't think
it's right for me to comment on that.

And so, an unsettling
day for Tim Richie,

pop legend, one time
gyrating lead vocalist

for the now defunct
super group, The Suspects.

Now an enduring
solo rock powerhouse.

A man who's been
called everything

from the primo white blues
vocalist in the world to the original bad boy.

Today,
no smashing of amplifiers,

no mascara and rouge.

Today, only a man pondering
the $15 million price tag of love.

From superior court,
Lindy Jones.

Now look at
that fella there.

He makes a living
singing himself hoarse

and he's all painted
and gussied up like a madam.

Oh, come on, Dad.

Well, I just wonder
whatever happened

to two people standing
up and saying, "I do."

You know,
to love and honor, cherish forever more?

Nowadays when
the whole crummy arrangement goes apart,

why, they all end up
grabbing for the bank account.

(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)

I know. I know.
You think I'm old-fashioned.

It's a complicated
question, Dad.

I mean, if they'd been
married all those years,

she would be entitled to
half under California law.

Married. You said it.
If she had been married.

Now they could've been
married, but they weren't.

Now, she wants
to be reimbursed for living like a strumpet!

What?

You heard me.

Oh, well, hey, Dad, she's
not my idea of a great date,

but what are you
bucking for?

The Cotton Mather award?

Yeah, what about that
Richie business, too? You're working for him

and you told me
you wasn't never gonna do no domestic cases.

I don't.

Eddie Lo Presti told me
it was some kind of a missing persons investigation.

Come on, why don't you
enjoy your dinner?

(SCOFFS) Fat chance.

A hotel fire
in downtown Los Angeles today claimed seven lives.

Arson is suspected
in the four alarm blaze

that took firemen several
hours to bring under control.

Look at that.
That's awful.

Well, Dad, I'm telling you,
it's getting to be the same old ritual.

Every night you're plugged
into this litany of misery.

Nobody's telling you
to watch.

You're just making
yourself unhappy. Good night, Dad.

MAN ON TV: Including
the charred remains of seven transients.

Jimmy? Hey!
How you doing?

You look great,
how you doing? You all right?

Eddie, how are you, pal?
You're looking fine.

Eddie,
look at you, look at you.

Last time we came face
to face, you were wearing a windbreaker and loafers.

That's pass�, Jose.

Except on some guys.
I mean, some guys are timeless.

I knew when
I called you, you'd show up.

Even though,
like you said,

you're not
exactly turned on by missing persons work.

But back in Quentin,

we didn't call you
Mr. Stand-Up for nothing.

I never was
too comfortable with that name, Eddie.

You know what I mean?
It's kind of embarrassing,

and only one guy
ever called me that.

Nobody ever
called either one of us "Most Likely to Succeed,"

did they, Jimmy, huh?

But here we are.
You, a Malibu PI and me, with my job.

Yeah. I'm not exactly sure
what your job is, Eddie.

What, are you head
of security here?

No, not exactly.
Well, in a way.

We have a security firm that
handles the main gate, house security, stuff like that.

I'm mostly around Tim.

You know, when he's
touring or traveling.

I'm more of
a personal security analyst.

Oh.

Yeah, I do things for him.

You know, make phone calls,
arrange for room service.

What do you got,
a used car lot here?

Tim, he just loves cars.

He just can't seem to find
one to fill all his needs.

Yeah, he likes to tinker
with them, huh?

No, he hates engines
and things like that.

He doesn't even
like to drive. Why?

You know, Jimmy,
it's really been a fruitful year and a half for me here.

Who would have thought
a dip like me

would end up in
a deal like this, huh?

And to think,
like destiny and all,

if Tim Richie hadn't seen
me throw that guy through a plate glass window

at the St. Tropez Club

I'd still be another ex-con,
a bouncer, instead of...

A security analyst?

Right.
You know, it's weird.

Did you ever think, like,
if you hadn't missed that certain cab,

you might not have
met that certain person who played a real important...

Yeah. You were saying?

What?

About cars and destiny,
something like that.

(STAMMERS) I don't know.
I forgot what I was driving at.

Come on, Jimmy.
Tim's waiting.

(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)

Your own home
and you can't find a place to talk privately.

Come on,
gentlemen, excuse me.

Ghislaine darling, up
and at 'em, rise and shine, hit the deck.

Go make yourself a peanut
butter sandwich or something.

That's right.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

I don't know how much
Eddie's told you about the problem.

Well, not much.

He just said that you're
worried about a friend.

Business associate
actually.

He seems to have...
I don't know how you would put it.

Disappeared, Tim.

Yeah.

His name's Brian Charles.
Well, I suppose you've heard of him.

No, I don't think so.

Really?

Well, he was
one of the original members of The Suspects.

In fact,
Brian and me started the group back in the '60s.

Anyway,
Brian produced Lotion for me.

It's Tim's current LP.
Renegade Lotion.

Yeah. You see, Brian's
a rather moody fellow.

We had a business luncheon
scheduled for Thursday. He never showed.

It's been a week
now and no Brian.

Well, besides the no-show,
do you have any particular reason to think

something might be wrong?

We're gonna go get Chinese.
You wanna come, Tim?

What? No.

Do you have
any reason...

Well, the Immelman twins
wanna go.

They say they found some
place in Chinatown that

showcases new wave bands
Tuesdays and Thursday nights.

So let the
Immelman twins go.

Talking about Brian?
You're the PI, right?

Jim Rockford, Ron Martz.
Ron is Tim's personal manager.

TIM: You asked me why I think
something might be wrong? I'll tell you.

With Brian, there's
always a reason to think something might be wrong.

He's an emotional cripple.
I've had to pull him out of scrapes before.

This time I'd like to deal
with the problem before it becomes a 10 alarm fire.

I don't need any
problems in my life

with this stupid court
settlement thing going on.

Don't Pls wear hats?

Big brims?

Maybe you're thinking
of the Pilgrims?

No.

Uh-uh.

Bogey.
He always wore a hat.

If you would like to
take a couple of hours and go out and find me one,

it'll be okay with me.

Timmy? Did you
tell Bogey how old Brian has a problem

sticking pointy things
in his arm?

There you have it.

Brian's had a junk
problem on and off for some time now.

Right now, off.
But you never know.

Now I know why you haven't
filed a missing persons report with the police.

You see the thing is,

Brian had been angry at me
for the last month or so.

A couple of weeks ago,
he started acting weird.

I had the feeling
he was on the edge of some kind of cliff.

I asked Eddie to
keep an eye on him.

Which we now see
was asking too much.

Well, the more I hear,
the more I realize

this is not really
my kind of a job.

I've always
had bad luck with junkies.

And I can't think
around loud noise.

So, I won't waste...

We're gonna
play pinball, okay?

Jim, wait.

Excuse me,
I don't understand this.

We once hired
a private eye in Rome for what,

$2,000 a week.

It seems to me if you
make that kind of money,

you should be willing
to do what you advertise.

Well, I can
see your point.

Guess I could
rearrange my schedule and squeeze in a week.

(PHONE RINGING)

Thank you.
Now if I can only find this picture of Brian

at his current age,
the way he looks now.

Yeah, all right, hold on.

Timmy, Whitney Cox wants
to know when she can grab some time for the interviews.

And that guy
wants to know when he can come and paint

the mural on the
bottom of the pool.

Hello, yeah,
this is Tim Richie.

I'll get the photo
of Brian, Tim,

and I'll fill Jim in
on the way out.

Hey, Bogey,
if you're going anywhere near Chinatown,

maybe you can give
me and the twins a lift?

My 450's in the shop.

Pile everyone in and
crush the Borsalino? I don't think so.

I'd like to help out,
you know.

I mean, since it's
my mess and all.

But I won't meddle.
You're the doctor.

How'd you lose
sight of Brian?

I don't know.
I was busy with things around here.

I was kind of preoccupied.

I just messed up.

Well, what were Brian
and Tim squabbling about?

Creative differences,
they call it.

Tim did
the unthinkable as far as Brian was concerned.

He put a disco cut on
Renegade Lotion, a thing called Migraine or Yours.

And Brian's an old line
rock and roller.

He thinks disco is
a cultural blight.

He thinks anything this
side of Jerry Lee Lewis is bubble gum.

Where you
gonna start first?

Brian's place.

No, I've already
been up there.

There's nothing there
you could consider a clue.

Who's the doctor?

I forgot. The picture
of Brian. Hang on.

WHITNEY: Hi.

Oh, hi.

Quite a collection
of cars, huh?

Yeah, yeah. It's kind
of strange when you think

there's a guy upstairs
who keeps begging rides

because his car's
in the shop.

Ronny?

Yeah,
the self-effacing guy.

And you are...

Jim Rockford.

Hi, I'm Whitney Cox.

You're the private
investigator. Am I right?

Who said there is
a private investigator?

Ronny.

The self-effacing guy.

You're here about
Brian Charles, aren't you?

Well, I know that they're
all worried about him,

and Ronny told me
Tim was going to hire an investigator.

Well,
you can check that out with Ronny or Tim then.

Yeah, I could. And I will.
I was just, you know, curious.

I found the picture.

Hello, Whitney.
I see you've met Jim.

He's on the
Brian Charles deal.

Brian still hasn't shown up.

You ready to go, Eddie?

We're going to
Brian's place to check it out again.

Hey, Jim,
Whitney's going to do a hell of a piece.

I can't wait to read it.

A piece?
For Knickerbocker Magazine.

An in-depth profile
on Tim in three parts.

Oh, really?

You know, I never would have
thought you were a reporter unless somebody told me.

What's the angle
on your three parter?

Well, it's a piece about
the life and times of a rock star manqu�.

Everything that goes into
the making of such a man,

his friends, his loves,
everything.

You see,
it's my thesis

that the macho man of
action cowboy as sex symbol is not only over but history.

When you take Mick Jagger,
Rod Stewart,

even John Travolta,
they've all proven that.

It's my feeling that
Tim Richie is the most sensual man of his time.

The sexual bellwether
and prototype

of everything
you're going to see as we leave the '70s behind us.

Yeah, really, yeah, yeah.

My dad and I were
gabbing about that just the other night.

You ready to go, Eddie?

Oh, Eddie, I'm sorry,
I hate to bug you,

but remember you said you
were going to fix my camera.

You know,
the way the flash unit isn't in sync?

You think you could do that
when you come back?

I could do it right now.
It shouldn't take too long, huh, Jim?

You could grab dinner
and head up to Brian's

and I'll catch up
with you later.

I thought...

Nice to meet you, Jim.

(CLATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Jim?
It's me, Eddie. Listen, I'm not going to make it.

No kidding?

Well, I got hung up
with Whitney's camera.

I had to go
down to Foto-pal.

The batteries had
leaked and shorted out some of the contact points.

Oh, no. Maybe I better
mix myself a stiff drink before you go on.

What's the matter, Jim?

Nothing, Eddie, nothing.
Nobody's got their shore guns trained on my job.

You got a thing for Whitney,
why don't you come right out and say it, huh?

You don't need
to show me a note from your parents.

It's that obvious?

Obvious?

When she's around
you look like a dog just wandered onto the freeway.

Oh, no.
You think she notices?

What do I know, Eddie,
huh?

I just don't want to stand
around here chatting about it.

I just had
a mystery guest up here

and I took it with
a beanball and they took off.

You all right?
Who was it?

That's the point I'm trying
to make, Eddie. I don't know.

Well, I may have
something for you.

I just heard from
a guy I know, an engineer down at Ran-Jan Recorders.

He'd heard that I'd
been looking for Brian.

Now he said he thought
he saw him down there last Wednesday night.

That's the night before
Brian didn't show up for the meeting with Tim.

The guy's name
is Dwight Deleau.

And I'll meet you down there.
I want to be in on this.

Well, I won't get
my hopes up too high.

Just in case
something important comes up,

like you have to drive
Whitney to get a pedicure.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

EDDIE: You mean you
didn't even talk to Brian?

You have no idea
where he went?

Eddie, I was working.
I had a session in progress, man.

How well do you know
Brian?

Well as you can
know a smackhead.

Then he isn't as
clean these days as everybody says.

Clean is a relative word
with Brian.

Everything is relative
with Brian.

I mean he'll
also tell you he's organic.

Got all heavy
into organic gardening.

Every time
I'd see him he'd say,

"One of these days,
I'm gonna bring you

"some of these tomatoes
I got growing in my garden."

One day I see the
garden. Dry, dead, the Negev Desert.

I said, "Brian, what
about the tomatoes?"

He says,
"My hose didn't reach."

Yeah, well,
thank you very much.

Hey...

Mr. Deleau,
are these yours?

What?

No. Those are
Chiyoko Takai's.

Japanese recording artist.
Came over here to cut an LP.

Oh, yeah, well, that's
the same session you were working on Wednesday night

when you saw Brian?

Matter of fact, yeah.

That's her now.

I'm doing some temp
transfers of the stuff we laid down that night.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Japanese
country and western?

Long as it works, right?

Hey, you know, they're
crazy for C and W over there.

They call her
Tokyo's Tanya Tucker.

Where do you think I could
get in touch with her?

Her manager's a guy named
Sal Blundetto over at Evergreen Management.

And the producer is
a Japanese guy named Jerry.

Thanks again.

Thanks, Dwight.
Yeah.

EDDIE: So what's
the deal, Jimmy?

I saw a pack
of cigarettes just like that up at Brian's, you know.

Yeah. Along with
a lady's nightgown.

And I'll tell you
something else.

I saw a first-class
airline ticket to Geneva,

unused and untouched.

And his luggage was
still there, empty.

What, you think
he's still in town then?

Well, I didn't see
a car in the driveway,

so wherever he is,
he's probably within driving range.

I suppose you're gonna
unload on me, Jimmy, right?

For being so preoccupied with
Whitney that I didn't notice that stuff?

Hey, come on, Eddie,
I wasn't even thinking that.

I know what it's like
to come down with the virus. Nobody's immune.

You think about
your famous beauties.

And I'm talking about
Bacall, Grace Kelly, Gene Tierney, maybe.

How often does God create
something like that?

Almost never.

And Whitney is like
that. I mean, she's one of those...

I can't even express it.
But you know what I mean, right?

Yeah, well, yeah, yeah.
She's pretty, yeah.

Oh, Jimmy, it goes way,
way beyond her looks, Jimmy.

It's everything.
It's her way, her personality.

This natural grace
that she has, you know.

Her voice, for example.
Now did you notice how

her inflection is
a little different than everybody else's somehow?

It's kind of
like musical.

Yeah, well, I didn't
talk to her too much

and then it was
just short sentences.

Yeah, yeah,
but when Whitney says something like,

"I left my shoes
back at the house,"

she does this
little thing at the end

that kind of comes back
up again, like a grace note.

Yeah, but it goes
beyond that physical stuff like voice and looks,

it's the whole thing.
She's like Zen, you know.

Yeah, well, it must have
been pretty hard to tell her how you feel, huh?

I haven't told
her anything. Are you kidding?

You mean you haven't
taken her out or anything?

Me? No.

Why not?

Cut the crapola, Jim.
Don't patronize me.

What?

She can have her pick
of anybody. I mean you could see it coming.

Guys were hitting
on her all over the place, important guys.

And Timmy himself
is interested in her, I can tell.

I'm sure when the
professional part of their relationship is over, bam!

Eddie, you're no Rondo Hatton.
Why are you chopping yourself?

Oh, women don't
like me. They just don't respond to me.

You've met
some really nice women.

Neurotics.

No. I'm just not good looking.
Let's face it.

Eddie, come on, you're
perfectly acceptable.

No, I'm too short, Jimmy,
and my ears are too big.

I always have
5:00 shadow.

The crown on my head
is kind of flat

and it gives my head
this dumb shape...

Okay, that's it! That's all.
That's as far as I wanna take this conversation.

Let's just
get right back to business now, huh?

What do you
know about Brian's financial situation?

I don't know
much about that.

What about his
personal life? His family?

Don't know
much about it.

And you don't
know what holds the moon in space

and a lovesick fool
is all you'll ever be.

(SINGING) It's a hard lane
out on Route 15

It's a hard lane

Rain! Rain!

Rain...
Rain.

(STAMMERS) Rain.
Rain!

Excuse me,
I'm sorry to bust in on you like this,

but the secretary
out there told me I could find Mr. Blundetto in here?

He took his secretary
out for a ride in his new 450.

I don't know
when he'll be back.

Well, then,
unless I miss my hunch,

this is the little lady
that I'm in here to speak to Mr. Blundetto about.

Miss Chiyoko Takai?

Hi.

Hi. Sure am happy
to meet you, ma'am.

Jimmy Jo Meeker,
Meeker Enterprises.

Gotta tell you, ma'am,

there wasn't
anybody down home that had any idea

that the folks up in your part
of the pasture like good old country music.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Sorry, ma'am.

She doesn't speak English,
Mr. Meeker.

I'm her producer,
Jerry Ito. She learns the songs phonetically.

Look, we're right in the
middle of reworking some tunes. What do you need?

Promotion, Mr. Ito,
promotion.

You see,
last July, my company, the Meeker Corporation,

acquired this little company,
the Red River Footwear Corporation.

It's right outside
of Nacogdoches, Texas.

See, we turned
that little small custom leather company

into the number one supplier
of western boots

to the common market
countries and England.

How'd we do that?
Promotion.

When Mr. Elton John
was seen in an issue of Pop Scene

wearing a pair of
our three-inch heels and a custom multicolored word,

"Elton" right up
each ankle, mmm-hmm.

We saw that market jump
22.1% in six months.

You're talking about
Chiyoko hyping your cowboy boots in Japan?

What put that idea
in your head?

Well, a phone
conversation I had with old Brian Charles last week.

See, he's been wearing
Red Rivers

ever since those days
when he was with The Suspects. Yeah.

And when he
told me about this amazing little talent

and how she had all
of Japan weeping into their bean curd soup,

the light went on
over my desk.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

She wanted to know
if you're a friend of Brian's

and I explained it to her.

Look, you're
gonna have to wait till Sal Blundetto gets back.

He handles
and negotiates ancillary rights.

Yeah, well,
I'll do that, son,

but I would
like to point out the obvious to you.

I'm here with
a lucrative offer,

and I want to pass a few
words about Brian Charles with a mutual friend.

Why don't you just
loosen your cinch a little?

(CLEARS THROAT) Look,
she likes your idea, but she's busy.

I'm busy and we don't
have time to schmooze.

Why don't you just kindly
ask her where I might get in touch with him, huh?

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

She says that
she doesn't know. She's been trying to reach him.

She drove him to his
place on Wednesday night.

He's got a fantastic
Ernest Tubb collection and he wanted her to hear it.

They listened to the
music until about 2:00.

Then she went
back to her hotel.

She drove him up there?

Right. She said
he doesn't drive. And he lost his license.

Highway patrol.

Right, right.
The highway patrol lifted his license.

There was one
other thing that I was kind of curious about.

Just how she and
Brian got hooked up together.

I can tell you that.

We both met him at
Bernie Seldon's house a couple of weeks ago.

Look, what does all this
have to do with boots?

Nothing, Mr. Ito, nothing.
It has to do with politeness.

The hands across the water,
and stopping to smell the roses.

Ma'am.

(SIGHS)

No good.
It doesn't work for me.

I'm not gonna park
my car in a public lot

and schlep to the Grammys
on foot like one of the nothings.

Me and Joy arrive in a limo
at the front door of the hall.

SECRETARY: But, Bernie,
Ike Smith says there's no room in his limo.

And the girls
are gonna be with him and his mother.

BERNIE: Then call some
of the other clients!

I arrive at
the front door like a mensch.

With Joy.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

BECKER: Bernie Seldon.
So what?

Yeah, alias
Scott T. Bernal, a.k.a. Eugene Scott,

a.k.a. Father
Patrick Morrisey.

I knew I recognized him.
It was Bell Meadows Raceway.

I was out there
with some friends.

He came over to
say hello to somebody.

Later on he kicked
the daylights out of a parking lot attendant

for trying to
start the car with the air conditioning on.

Lieutenant Becker?

Is there a particular reason
your friend's going over the mug books?

It's on my authority,
Captain McEnroe.

Okay. Let's just get that
down there for the record.

I was at lunch.

I know you were, sir.

A year till
he pulls the pin. He's driving me nuts.

He's so worried
about his pension

that any time there's
any kind of controversy, out comes the skateboard.

Father Morrisey here has
a pretty hefty yellow sheet for violent crimes,

doesn't he, Dennis?

Yeah, he's out through
the way. So what else is new?

He hasn't been seen
around here locally in the last couple of years.

The last I heard he
was president of the restaurant employees,

I don't know,
the bus boys union in Oakland and Miami.

Yeah, well,
he's still in platters.

He's on his way
to the Grammys.

McENROE: Lieutenant,
I'm going over to central motor pool.

I want to
check those new squad cars when they come off the trucks.

If anything comes up,
you probably won't be able to reach me.

Yes, sir.

The Grammys? You mean
like the record awards?

Is that the job
you're working on?

Was working, Dennis,
was working.

Thanks, pal.

And what is your
occupation, Mr. Florio?

I am a filmmaker
with my brother, Honor�.

Could you, I wonder,

give the court a partial
listing of you and your brother's film credits?

Yes. In 1962,
I made Les Blaguers,

a documentary about
the European exploitation

of the rubber harvesters
in Burma.

In 1968, with my brother,
I made Tin and Laughter,

about collusion
in the West German automobile industry,

which won the
silver Gourd at the Bogota Film Festival.

After that was...

That's fine, Mr. Florio,
that's fine. Thank you very much.

Would you please tell the
court about the naissance

of your relationship
with Miss Bjornstrom?

Yes. In 1974, my brother
and I received financing from Italian investors

to produce a feature-length
dramatic film.

Terence Watts
had written the script which I completely rewrote.

It was called Vitriole.

It was about a priest
in Latin America going through a crisis of faith

during the
Peronist abuses.

Is this a copy
of the shooting script of Vitriole?

Yes. This is my rewrite.

Your Honor,
we offer this as plaintiff's Evidence C.

Now, Mr. Florio,

did you meet
with Miss Bjornstrom in connection with this project?

Honor� and I wanted her
to play the central female role, Jill,

the American student
from America.

She was on holiday
in London

and we met
several times with her in our offices there

for discussions about
the role, you see.

And what transpired then?

One day she came
to the office in tears,

saying that she
had to return to the United States.

That Mr. Richie here had
requested it and that he had, as she said it,

"Put a monkey wrench
onto the machine."

ROBINSON:
Was Vitriole ultimately made?

Unfortunately, no.
The investors became nervous.

You see, they
wished to bring in Jean-Claude Killy

or someone with
a name to play the part of the priest

so as to make the
project more commercial.

They wanted
the priest to ski.

Well, Honor� and I, we
refused to knuckle under to a bunch of Italian dentists

and the whole
financing fell down.

Okay, Mort, so what do we
do now? I don't remember anything about it.

I do remember that
she went to England for part of the summer

on account of the
Patty Hearst thing.

Mr. Richie.

She was convinced,
I don't know why, that she was next.

Anyway, that's why
she went to England.

Gee, Timmy, if you can
remember why she went,

but you can't remember...

Mr. Richie?
All right, come on, hustle!

Tim, we've got
reporters coming!

Later. Later for you.

Hey, Ronny!

Go, go, go, girls,
go ahead, go ahead.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Ronny! My foot!

Hey, hey, wait a minute.
Hey. Let me...

Oh, no, no, no.
Nothing right now. No, nothing for the press!

Stop!

Mr. Richie,
I know you have a lot on your mind.

I don't want to
take up too much of your time, but it's important.

I'll tell you something,
Mort, if she did discuss this picture with me,

all I ever said to
her was, "Be careful what roles you take.

"Be very selective."
That's all I ever said to her.

Mr. Richie?

What? Oh, hi, listen.
Can't this wait till later?

Tomorrow? Tonight?

Yeah, well,
you're in court all day.

They told me at your house
you're going to a screening.

So you rap with Ronny,
he'll fill me in, okay? Ronny? Where the hell is he?

TIM: Mobbed up?
Brian? You mean like...

Yeah, yeah,
I mean like mobbed up.

Cappuccino and cigars
at the home of a guy named Bernie Seldon.

He owns
Evergreen Management.

Oh, you didn't
know that?

No.

Well, you see,
I have a company policy.

When faces like that
start popping up

in the investigation
I'm working on,

I figure I've done
all the heavy theatrical ground work and I get out.

Italian ices.

I've heard of
Evergreen Management though I know nothing about

this greaser connection.

But even if there is one,
hoods in the music business?

That doesn't exactly rate with
"Japan Surrenders," does it?

And if Brian chooses to
hang out with a couple of broken noses,

that doesn't mean
he's involved with them in any real way.

No, no, it doesn't.

It only means that
this is as far as I'll take an investigation of this kind.

Look, Brian disappeared
in the dead of night over a week ago.

Now I'm not going to
be the next one to follow him into the flying saucer.

I'm sorry. Either
you call the police or I'm off the case.

Wait, Jim,
don't make a snap decision.

I'm sorry, Eddie.
RONNY: Hey, you!

You think that was cute?
You're finished. You're off this case.

Yeah, I know. And
here's a copy of my bill for your files.

He's not through, Ronny.
He's come up with some disturbing information

which I'd like you
to follow through on.

He pushed me out
of the elevator, Tim.

He tells me that
Brian was hanging around with the mob.

Evergreen Management.
Do you know if they're connected?

I know that
industry-wise they're dwarfs.

There's not one client
on the Billboard Top 50.

Timmy, we
can do better than this guy.

That's good enough.
Since you're the business manager,

I know you'll want
to take care of this.

That's $2,000,
as discussed, per week or parts thereof.

All right, fine.
Thank you. I'm not gonna beg.

Pay him off.

I'll have
the girls issue a check from one of the corporations.

I'll take cash.

Well, then you can just drive
your little self down there.

Richie Attractions,
South Tower, Century City.

I'll call ahead.
Tim and I don't carry cash.

There's too
much terrorism.

WOMAN: Somebody turn
on one of Timmy's tapes.

Thanks, Jim. That's
all I gotta say. Thanks a lot.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
ON CAR STEREO)

Hi. How's it going?

Oh, you're angry.
What's the matter?

It's Mr. Renegade Lotion
and his flippo brigade.

I mean, you try doing
business with them, you feel like you've eaten a mushroom.

Rock and rollers.

Look, you have to
understand that Tim Richie

lives on a totally
different planet than you or me.

I mean, since he was
18 or 19 years old,

he's had millions
of dollars rolling in,

he's had girls OD'ing
because they'll never get a chance to meet him.

Expecting him to
relate to what you or I would call reality...

I think that's asking just
a little bit too much, don't you?

Yeah, that's me.
Unreasonable.

So how's it going with
the Brian Charles case? You come up with anything?

You know, Miss Cox,
I have tried to slip you the message every which way

that I do not discuss
my cases with anyone but the principals.

You just won't have it
that way, will you?

Mr. Rockford,
I am a journalist.

I have no qualms
about doing my job.

Maybe you read that piece
I did last year for Knickerbocker

about how the
wine-tasting in Puvis de Chavannes

was rigged in favor
of some California reds?

Well, none of that
ever would have come out if I hadn't been pushy,

if I hadn't risked
burning some bridges.

Yikes!

You know,
I like you. I really do.

I think that
you're going to find we're a lot alike.

ALAIN: Whitney!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Jim Rockford.
Jim, Alain Florio.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Afternoon.

Oh, now I think
I am remembering you.

Your father is a collector

and your family donated
some paintings to the Hartford?

What? No. My father has
some seascapes,

but I think he plans
to hang on to them.

WHITNEY:
Jim's a private investigator.

He's working on a missing
persons case for Tim Richie.

Really?
How mysterious.

Oh, Whitney, wait
until Honor� sees you. He will faint himself.

Honor�! Honor�!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hey, Knickerbocker,
right? How are you?

Fine.

Whitney, we must
have dinner together.

You and Honor�
and me and your friend.

No, thank you.
I have to be going.

Are you sure?

I mean, we should
at least get as far as an exchange of prisoners.

Not tonight. Thanks.

It was very nice
meeting you, Mr. Hartford.

Rockford.
The other guy gave the paintings to the Hartford.

Oh. Yes, yes, right.

Bye.
Bye.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
ON CAR RADIO)

Hey, Jimmy!

Come on, what's the
matter with you?

Turn that thing down.
It's 1:00 in the morning.

That's Tim Richie, Jimmy!
The old bantam cock himself!

Old Satan in leotard.

Yeah, well,
turn it down.

How do you like
my new 450, Jimmy?

You been drinking?

I said how do you like
my new 450, Rockford?

It's very nice.
Very nice.

I didn't know you could
afford that kind of ride.

Well, Jimmy, this morning
when I took delivery on this regurgitated U-boat,

I could
barely make the payments.

But since I got fired
tonight, there's not a chance in hell.

Hey, Eddie. I'm sorry.

Just leave sorry
to Brenda Lee.

I'm looking at two weeks'
notice because you bailed out on a job.

After I gave the highest
recommendation I could give a guy.

Now don't you come around
here telling me that you're sorry.

Hey. You came around here.

I ought to
break your face.

Why don't
you try it, Eddie, huh?

I'm in the mood.
I had a gas of a time in Century City traffic today.

Ronny never called
about the money.

I got enough adrenalin
built up in me to bottle and sell it to hospitals.

So you try it, Eddie.

I'm sorry, Jimmy.
I don't know what I'm doing.

My stomach's upset.

Save it for
Brenda Lee.

I don't know.
I mean ever since...

Sometimes I start to
really think about where I'm really at these days.

And I don't know, Jim.

Ten, 15
years ago, I used to wear a bowling shirt

because I was
on a bowling team.

I liked bowling.
Now the shirts are chic

and bowling is
square and I paid $150 for this one.

And I'd never dream of telling
my friends that I used to roll a $300 game.

All right. Come on, Eddie,
you're getting wasted on milk of magnesia.

You never could drink,
Eddie.

You know what really
happened tonight?

Whitney. She finally
got the royal summons.

Up at Tim's room.

Her face lit up like
a kid's at Christmas.

(GRUNTING)
Hi, Eddie, how's it going?

Hello, Mr. Rockford.

Hey, what's the matter
with you? You okay?

You look a little
peaked there.

Hey, Dad, if you're
too sleepy to drive home,

you can conk out
in my room.

Hey, you're a bowler
too, huh? You know, I'm a bowler.

The team I bowl in bowls
in the Oceanside League.

Dad, didn't
I have some milk of magnesia in here, huh?

Oh, I get it, I get it.

You're coming
back from the lanes,

you had
a miserable night. I know that feeling.

You know, I was on
the team when that LaMont Barbershop Supply outfit

beat us for
the championship.

A bunch of
smart alecks with them fancy alley masters.

Hey, Dad, Dad, Dad,
Eddie's not feeling too good.

He's got
a little on his mind, so if you don't mind...

Well, all right,
just pardon me all to heck.

You don't have to
go putting me to bed

or sending me looking
for stomach medicine.

I hope you feel better,
Eddie.

Good night, Rocky.

He's a nice guy.

Yeah, he is.

Hey, Eddie. You got hit
with two real torpedoes in one night.

I feel for you, pal.

The thing is,
I finally got the nerve

to put myself
out there with her.

I was kind of asking
her about herself

and she was
asking me about me.

I felt like I had
a shoe in my throat but I kept on going.

Just being next
to her like that out by the pool,

or just seeing her
up close when she looks at the ground sometimes

when she's talking
or smiling or...

Yeah.

Yeah, it's those little
details that haunt you.

Her perfume.

It's kind of
like a New England hillside in springtime.

You know,
turns out we both lived on the same street in New York.

Prince Street.

'Course when
I lived there, it was all warehouses

and when she lived there
all the warehouses had been converted into lofts.

Yeah, well, it's good
you approached her, Eddie,

it's good you talked to her,
you know.

The other way is
no way to live.

I was just working up to
ask her to go for a ride in my new car.

You know, that's all
I've been fantasizing,

me and Whitney driving
along Mulholland in that car.

The sound of the road.

Her beside me.
No need to speak.

Well, that's not all
I was fantasizing.

You know,
Eddie, this is going to sound a little weird,

but Whitney
is an idea in your own head.

I was just about
to ask her, you know,

"Would you like
to go for a ride in my new car?

"I just got it."

Tim comes back
from his screening,

prowls around like some kind
of ticked-off cheetah or something,

sits there brooding
like he does, you know.

He's really
bugged about Diane and all.

Well, he asks Whitney
to go upstairs.

He says he's been
reading this book, Passages or something,

and he'd like
to talk about it with somebody.

I'm left at the pool
sitting there by myself with my dumb owner's manual.

What an idiot.

Well, maybe that's all they
did was discuss the book.

I mean, you don't know.

I need a drink.

Oh, no, now come on, Eddie.
Hey, Eddie, what about your job, pal?

I mean, that's
important, too, you know.

Your preoccupation
with her is what got you in trouble in the first place.

Maybe it's not too
late to fix it, huh?

She loves ecru.
What a neat color.

All right, come on.
Maybe I can get you some coffee here, huh?

She went to
Mount Holyoke College.

Her ancestors came over
with the Pilgrims in 1609.

Not on the
Mayflower though. On the second boat.

Isn't that
interesting?

Yeah. How about some
cognac in the old java, huh? How about that?

Eddie, Eddie,
now you listen to me.

You don't
even know her. Do you hear me?

You don't even know her.
You're reacting to her looks, her appearance.

Oh, Jim.
It's not just physical.

I know what she is.
I know it sounds crazy.

I know that
it doesn't make a damn bit of sense. But it hurts.

My body,
it actually hurts.

All around here.

I can't hold her face
in my mind's eye,

food makes me sick.

It really hurts.

Eddie, I'll tell you what.
Let's go on over to the Sandcastle, huh?

We'll have
a couple of stiff belts before they close.

We'll keep talking, huh?

God love us all.
Hey, Jimmy.

I don't want
to make you feel guilty or anything,

but could you maybe
reconsider on the case?

It'd help me out at a time
when I really need it.

I'd repay you somehow,
you know I would.

Hey, don't ask, Eddie.
Just don't ask me, huh?

I mean, this could really be
very dangerous and that's a reality.

I don't know.
How bad could it be, Jim?

I mean objectively speaking,

not because I
want you back on, which I do,

but don't you think you're
over-reacting a little?

Jumping to
conclusions?

(GUN FIRES)

What was that?
Huh?

It was kind of like a bee
or a whistle you blow at a New Year's Eve party.

I didn't hear anything.

(GUN FIRING)

Shooting at us, Eddie!

(YELLS)

Hey, come on.
Get in the house.

Behind the car, Eddie!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(GUN FIRING)

It's locked!

(GUN FIRING)

(HISSING)

What's that?

That's your new 450.
Let me see your arm.

(SIGHS)

Eddie, it's quiet.

Maybe he's reloading.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Or leaving.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Why in that leg?

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