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Well, there's nothing to
indicate it was more than

an isolated, impersonal...

How can you call attempted
murder impersonal, Dennis?

You keep acting as if this is

the best of all possible worlds.

You told me yourself,
your life is a soap opera.

Miss Ludwig, I thought you were
on your way back to San Diego.

Well, I just stayed in town one
night. To change your name.

He's gonna kill us.

Looks like the idea.

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jimmy, Angel. Listen, Eddie
Talafero, just gave me a hot tip

on a class filly in the
eighth out at Hollypark.

The only trouble is I need $20.

No! Please, no!

Sam.

I don't care what you say,

they don't make paint
the way they used to.

Well, I told you
it'd take two coats.

Yeah, but ten years ago.

It would still take two coats.

Well, they don't make
nothing the way they used to.

Will you stop grousing, Rocky?

You got your living
room painted, didn't you?

Yeah.

Leave the door.

Hey, listen, uh, why
don't you start with the chili

and I'll call Dennis and Coop
and see if they can make it.

Yeah, tell them about 7:00.

That's when L.J.'s coming.

That'll make a really good
game, you know? Yeah.

Jimmy, it's the voice

of prosperity calling
again. Don't go inviting him.

Listen, turkey, you
didn't return my call.

I told you I got this hot
tip on that Hollypark filly.

Like I said. $500
guaranteed. He cheats!

So call old Angel.

I can make us rich.

The last horse he gave me

could've used a skateboard.

Jim, it's Val.

I'm sorry to bother you, but I
just don't know where to turn.

What'd you turn that off for?

Oh, well, it's probably nothing.

Now, you want me to give
you a hand with the chili?

No, sir. When I'm
cooking I don't want

no one in the kitchen with me.

Val Pointer.

It's funny. I was
thinking about her

just the other day.

Would you look
at all this stuff?

I mean, it's nothing but
bills and throwaways.

You know how come I was
thinking about her the other day?

Because I run into
all them records

she give me. Hey.

Do you remember, Jimmy?
They got a great sale

down at Red's Lumber Shack.

Want me to hold this for you?

You know, I'll
never get over that.

I happened to
just casual mention

I liked the voice
of Vaughn Monroe,

and here she come
and give me every one

of that man's records.

Oh, hearing her voice now

sure brings back
memories, don't it, Jim?

Yeah. Oh, boy,

20 years.

20 years and it
seems like yesterday.

Say, do you
remember little Nancy?

You remember? She
couldn't have been more than

a couple of years old then.

She was three, Dad. Yeah, three.

Boy, she sure did
like you though.

I never saw a kid so crazy
about a man in all my life.

She wouldn't leave you alone.

Oh, Jim, do you remember
how you use to let her

stand on your feet,

and you'd waltz around the room?

You two made quite
a picture. Yes, sir.

And Valerie, she was
always trying to get Nancy

to call me Grandpa.

All she could call me was Gamps.

She couldn't say Grandpa.

Which worked out
fine, since you weren't.

Well, I could have
been. I come close.

Dad, that's just about
as far down memory lane

as I care to go.

I don't see nothing wrong
about talking about Nancy.

You're not talking about
Nancy, you're talking about Val.

And that's over. It was
over a long time ago.

So stop fanning the embers.

They are stone cold.

I wonder what she wanted.

VALERIE ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: Jim, I need you.

Somebody shot Sam.

Shot?

It's as if I stepped
into a nightmare.

Mrs. Pointer has already stated

that her assailant
was unknown to her.

She had never
seen the man before.

I haven't had any
arguments with anybody,

not even any minor
disagreements.

Well, there's nothing
to indicate it was

more than an
isolated, impersonal...

How can you call
attempted murder

impersonal, Dennis?

I could call it anything I want.

Mrs. Pointer, I have your description.
I'll try to run down the suspect.

Why bother? Brown on brown,

no distinguishing
marks or characteristics.

That fits half the
male population of L.A.

If it makes you feel any better,

if you could have a
friend, your son-in-law,

someone to stay here with
you for the next few days.

No, I've been enough
trouble already.

Thank you for your
concern, Lieutenant.

Thank you. I'll be in touch.

Uh, listen, Val, the
Goldstones are due at 10:00.

Do you want me
to cancel or what?

Oh, no, I forgot all
about the Goldstones.

Give me ten minutes
and we'll ride in together.

You're not up to
working today. I'm fine.

All right, I'm not fine.
But I'll be better off at work

than I will be sitting
around here. Just, ah,

you call ahead and tell
them I'll be a few minutes late.

Ever try arguing with her?

Thank you for coming, Jim.

You never let me down.

Oh, I can think of
a couple of times.

Don't.

Val. Hmm?

Val, I really don't want to
shake your faith in the system,

but I really don't think

Dennis is gonna come
up with a whole lot.

Well maybe it was one of those
freak things. I'd like to think so.

Well, what else could it be?

Well, would you like me
to nose around a little?

You still trying to
be Mickey Spillane?

You still want to
be Suzy Parker?

We have nothing more to discuss.

Get that stuff out of the
house by noon tomorrow,

or you're gonna be picking
it up off the front lawn.

You're going to
throw the 18th century

onto your front
lawn? That's criminal.

What's criminal is the
mess we walked into.

My wife's so upset she
can't even talk about it.

She's sitting out in the
car now feeling miserable.

Mr. Zakarian, your wife approved

every piece of
furniture, every bibelot.

She hates it.

Does that tell you something
about Madame's taste?

Norman, please. Mr. Zakarian,

Mr. Singleton's upset.

Why don't we
discuss this privately?

Whose side are you on?
Well, it isn't a question

of taking sides, Norman.

Look, why don't we
go back into my office?

I'm sure we can
straighten this out.

Or, perhaps, I could
talk with your wife.

The Chippendale gilt consoles?

Well, Mrs. Zakarian
selected those herself.

You remember that when you're
tossing them into the begonias,

because you're going
to have to pay for them.

Not only am I not
going to pay for them,

I'm taking you both into court.

To court? Yes, for
misrepresentation.

Well, you can't
mean that. For...

I think Mrs. Pointer's had
about enough for today.

Who the hell
invited your opinion?

I did. Thank you, Jim.

Mr. Rockford's a friend of mine.

I called him this morning when
somebody tried to shoot me.

What? What do you
mean, "somebody"?

Well, we don't know who it is.

That's what Jim's
trying to find out.

He's a private investigator.

Well, at least you won't
have to waste your time

investigating her client list.

They're only
interested in killing him.

My attorneys will be in touch.

Well, I can't wait for
the rest of the day.

You were complaining you
didn't have anything to go on.

Now you got something.

The entire membership roster

of the Brentair Yacht Club?

Hey, how about
a little gratitude?

You know what it took me to
con the management out of that?

I don't want to hear. Ackerman,
Alden, Anderson, Anderson.

How do you want
me to handle this?

Bring them in one
at a time or maybe

rent the Sons of Yugoslavia hall

and question all 300 at once?

Dennis, the guy was parked

in the parking lot of
the Brentair Yacht Club.

Now, the only way
in or out of that lot

is with a key card
issued to the members

by the club.

So you wanted a
lead? You got a lead.

You talk to Mrs.
Pointer about this?

Well, she looked at the roster.

She recognized, oh, probably
ten percent of the names.

Ten percent? She a
member of the club?

Yeah, but she doesn't
use the facilities that often,

because of her work.

And, she's on good
terms with everyone there.

Valerie Pointer.

You know, when that call came
in, that name sounded familiar.

Yeah, well, she has a fairly
well-known decorating business.

No, no, it wasn't that. It was
something that Rocky said.

Was she... Look, Dennis,
there are two leads

that you can really
follow through on here.

One, the guy was
parked in the club lot.

He was driving a white Peugeot.

So, if I were you,
I'd check to see

if any of the members
have a white Peugeot.

If not, check the members'
known associates.

You're talking about 300 people.

You want me to check
the known associates

of 300 people?

Did anyone ever
tell you police work

was gonna be easy?

Hey!

What are you gonna be doing?

Waiting for your report.

Ah, bull!

Well, Coop can't make it.

He's researching a
case or something.

L.J. said he'd be
here about 7:00.

I haven't heard a
word about Dennis.

Hmm, hmm.

I wouldn't count on him, Rocky.

I think he's gonna
be tied up for a while.

Hold on.

Well, what do you
think you're doing?

Well, it doesn't have any bite.

Well, leave it alone.

It'll have bite by 7:00.

God, if Dennis don't come,
that's only gonna leave three of us.

What kind of a
poker game is that?

Yeah, well, I think it's
gonna be more like checkers.

I can't make it, either.

Oh, well, now, that does it.

I've been standing here sweating
all day. Over a hot stove all day

I know, Dad, and
I'm sorry. But, uh,

you know, Val's had a
pretty rough time of it herself.

So I thought I'd
take her to dinner.

Val?

You and Val?

Oh, well, why didn't you say so?

Well, L.J.'s a good enough

checkers partner and I
can freeze all the chili.

Look, take her to one of them

little French restaurants.

Val always liked
fancy food. Hmm.

Yes? Mr. Rockford?

I'm Jean Ludwig.

I have to talk to
you. Oh, come in.

Uh, this is my dad,
Joseph Rockford.

Would you care
to sit down? Yeah.

We were, uh, getting
ready to have a little snack.

Excuse me.

If I'm a little
awkward, forgive me.

I've never done this before.

I want to hire
you, Mr. Rockford.

You see, it's my sister.

Is she missing? No.

What made you say that?

Uh...

See, we just moved to San Diego

about four months ago and we
didn't know anybody down there.

Then, Lynn met this man

and it's gotten to the point where
they're talking about marriage.

What about Val?

Uh, Jimmy's working
on a case now, Miss.

He's really got
all he can handle.

How much do you charge?

$200 a day, plus expenses.

But I... Okay, I'll double it.

In fact, I'll make
it $500 a day.

Then that's more than
twice your going rate.

Mr. Rockford, I don't think this
man is who he says he is at all.

I think he's after
my sister's money.

Now, he could be dangerous.

Well, if you'd like me to
recommend someone, I'd be...

No.

I wasted enough
time selecting you.

I love my sister, Mr. Rockford.

I don't want her to
make a tragic mistake.

Well, I understand,
and I'm sorry.

Believe me, I'm sorry. I don't
get offers like that every day.

But I just can't help you.

Well,

thank you for your time.

I'm sorry I couldn't
be of more help.

I guess I'll have to make
some other arrangements. Yeah.

Bye.

Hey, you done the
right thing, sonny.

Sure hard passing up
that kind of money, huh?

$500 a day.

I see she's driving
that black Porsche

over by the Sand Castle.

Ah, there's no
front license plate.

What do you care?
She gave you her name.

Yeah. Maybe, but $500 a day

on an out-of-town job?

Well, maybe she's
worried about her sister.

Or Maybe somebody's
worried about me.

They don't want
me working for Val.

Jim.

Come on, get out of the way.

Come on. Move it, move it.

Come on.

Damn.

I don't suppose there's no way

you could take some
of this chili over to Val's?

She was always
real partial to it.

You're not using those
ice-cream cartons, are you?

Oh, yeah. They're made for
freezing. They work real good.

Yeah, that's what
you said last time.

But your chili had
a very distinctive

butter-pecan aftertaste.

Yeah, come in.

Rocky. L.J.

Hey, hiya, Jimmy. How you doing?

Fine, how you, L.J.?
Good to see you. Fine.

I think I must have
got my dates wrong.

I could have swore Rocky said
we was playing poker tonight.

Oh, no, no, no. You're right.
Well, you may not be playing poker.

You want a beer?
Yeah, thank you.

See Dennis is working
and Coop's working.

You and me's still on.

Jimmy here, he's got a date.

What do you mean, "a date"? I'm
taking an old friend out to dinner.

An old sweetheart, he means.

They come just that
close to getting married.

No kidding.

Yeah, it was 20 years
ago. We decided against it.

Nah, you decided against it.

I gotta get out of here.

Hey, where you
taking her, sonny?

We got reservations
at the Cocked Hat.

The Cocked Hat?

Well, now, don't give me that.

Hey, they got the
best ribs in town.

And the best cottage fries.

You mean to tell me

you're taking a lady
like Valerie Pointer

to a steakhouse?

Well, I asked her
where she wanted to go.

She picked the place, I didn't.

Yeah, because it's
one of your favorites.

That's the way she
is, you know, L.J.

She's always thinking

of the other fella.
Never of herself.

Yeah.

What are you saying, Dad?

That I'm selfish?

Oh, I didn't say that, sonny.

Then what?

Well, you know how Valerie is.

Always tippy-toeing round,

never coming right out
and saying what she'd like.

Yeah, which makes it hard

not to be wrong
most of the time.

Ah, well, look, I haven't
seen Valerie for a lot of years.

She might have changed.

A steakhouse could be

the very place to take her.

This is really
charming. Not very.

Oh, I wish I had
gotten that license plate.

Jim, I don't know who
that girl was in the Porsche

and I don't know who the
guy was in the Peugeot.

But can't we forget it?

Just for tonight? Yeah, sure.

You picked this
place because you, uh,

thought I'd like it
here, didn't you?

Are you gonna tell
me you haven't been

salivating over the
prospect of those ribs?

Yeah, they're good, but, uh,

you know, a reservation
isn't a contract.

We could go someplace else.

I'm here with you and I'm happy.

I thought a lot
about us today, Jim.

You know, we were
pretty good together.

Hmm.

But not great?

Oh, I didn't say that.

Oh, yes, you did.

You know, that was 20 years ago.

Oh, you said it. Very
tenderly, very gently.

"Let's not rush into this, Val.

"Let's, uh... Let's think
about it a little longer."

We were awfully young, Val,

even though you
had been married.

Disastrously, of course.

Then there was Nancy,

not much more than a baby then.

You know, I didn't even think
of her when I tried to kill myself.

All I could think of was
how much I loved you

and that you didn't want me.

Valerie.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's always "Valerie"
when I've upset you.

I didn't mean to
bring all that up.

I guess it's just
today. You know...

Well, coming close
to death again,

it brought it all
back. It's silly.

Let's just forget it.

Oh, it was never your fault.

Well, you know I never
held you responsible.

I know that.

You want to order?

Order? Oh, sure.

Oh, well, we know
it's ribs for you

and, uh, potatoes, right?

Yeah, cottage fries.

If you're not
interested in the ribs,

the steak's good,
or the lobster.

I'll have the dinner salad.

I told you we didn't
have to stay here.

We could go someplace else.

That's all I really
want. Honestly.

Nothing for me.

Jim.

Two orders of ribs, two
orders of cottage fries.

I don't want you to eat
something you don't want.

You don't want me to
eat something I do want.

Dinner salad for the lady.

Ribs, fries for me.

You know, when
we're not fighting,

we really get along just fine.

Did you notice
that? I noticed that.

Thanks for tonight, Jim.

It really helped a lot.

Sometimes my life seems
like such a soap opera.

I'm supposed to find a
potential killer and what've I got?

The membership of
the Brentair Yacht Club,

298 members at last count,

some dame who
drives a Turbo Carrera,

whose name may or
may not be Jean Ludwig.

Well, what are you
complaining about?

That gives you 299 suspects.

Yeah, now all I gotta do is
hope the guy doesn't make

another move till I
sort through them all.

Yeah, well, what about the
guy on the beach this morning?

It was broad daylight and he
didn't bother to cover his face.

But at night, when it's dark,

he was wearing a ski mask.

That tell you anything?

Yeah. It could be something
simple, like he's stupid.

Or, it could be
something simple like

he wasn't wearing a mask

because he knew Valerie
wouldn't recognize him.

Contract killer, maybe?

A contract killer?
Jim, that's absurd.

No, no. It's a possibility.

But who?

Who hates me that much?

Well, if you could give
me the answer to that,

you'd make my job a lot easier

and your life a lot safer.

I honestly can't
think of anybody.

Well, I guess that's it.

Hey, do you think you could
leave a couple of men here

just to keep an eye on things?

Sure. No problem.

Lieutenant, I
really appreciate...

Oh boy, I feel funny.
What's the matter, Val?

What's the matter? You
all right? I don't know.

I think it's all
beginning to hit me.

Jim, there's some
brandy in the study.

Would you mind? Yes, yes, sure,

sure. Thank you.

Ooh. Well, if there
isn't anything further,

Mrs. Pointer, I'll see that
the men are stationed outside.

Oh, Lieutenant, no, no, no.

Really, that won't be necessary.

Mr. Rockford will be
spending the night here.

Yeah, but he
said... Well, actually,

it upsets me to have
strangers around anyway.

I'll be perfectly
safe with Jim here.

Good night, Lieutenant.
Thank you for everything.

Uh, yeah. Good night.

Oh, uh, Lieutenant Becker said
he had to get back to the station.

Yeah, well, what about the men?

Dennis said he was gonna
leave a couple of guys here

to keep an eye on
things. Oh, thank you,

I told him not to bother.

Well, you know how having
people I don't know around

kind of makes me nervous.

That's the last
thing I need tonight.

But Valerie, you
can't stay here alone.

It's not safe.

Well, whatever you say, Jim.

Well, I'll make up the guest
room for you, if you like.

Oh, now, come on, Val.

I really hadn't planned
to stay all night.

Oh, I'm sorry. I must
have misunderstood.

Of course, you
probably have plans.

No, I don't have any plans.

It's just, well,

where I sleep is something
I like to decide for myself.

Well, there's no
reason to be upset.

I'm fine, really.

No, you do whatever
you think is best.

I'll check on the
doors and windows.

You're always losing things

and always crawling all over me

like it was my
fault or something.

I had my card case with me

when I was here
painting yesterday.

Now, you sure
you didn't pick it up

and put it someplace
for safekeeping?

You've got a
habit of doing that.

If I said I didn't
see it, I didn't see it.

What's the matter
with you anyway?

You come in here meaner
than a darn old grizzly bear.

I didn't sleep too
well last night.

I ended up at Val's.

Oh.

In the guest room.

Becker was gonna keep a
couple of men on her house

to keep an eye on it

and the minute I
was out of the room,

she sent them all home.
I didn't have any choice.

Think she was
planning it that way.

Huh! Some people got a
mighty high idea of themselves.

Yeah. Maybe. She
said she wasn't thinking.

Ah, well, she shouldn't
have to. She's a lady.

Rocky, did you hear
what you just said?

Here's a woman who
has a grown daughter.

She also has a very
successful decorating business.

What do you mean she
doesn't have to think?

That's right. She is a woman,

a beautiful, delicate,
sensitive woman

and she ought to have a
good man taking care of her.

Well, don't rush out
and post the banns.

Jim, you know I always
been proud of you.

You give me a lot of
enjoyment in my life.

Never any disappointments
or nothing like most families

except... Dad,

Dad, it just didn't work
out with Val and me. Okay?

I know that, sonny.

I know that, I just... I
don't understand why.

'Cause, man, she
really loved you.

Who do you know that ever loved

some other person more
than their own life, huh?

Now, no, no, no,
don't take that wrong,

I ain't saying
that that pill-taking

was your fault. Well, thanks.

And I ain't saying
that it's your fault

that in her grief
she turned to that

young Dr. Pointer, you know.

Who'd know what a monster

he was gonna turn out to
be after they was married?

And the time you was
supposed to join them

for dinner and you couldn't go.

I ain't saying that if
you had been there,

you'd have stopped him
from getting a snootful

and getting in that car and
driving off and killing himself,

and darn-near killing her too.

But if I'd have
done the right thing,

none of it would have
ever happened. Right?

Did I say that? Now, don't
you put words in my mouth.

Valerie herself said
it was not your fault.

She told me so a
hundred or more times.

Well, she must have told me
a couple of thousand times.

It's kept me on the
string for 20 years

and I'm gonna tell you
something else, Dad.

I'm getting tired of getting
phone calls at 3:00 in the morning

every time she's having
trouble with her latest romance.

I'm getting tired of spending
my Saturday mornings

fixing her garage door or
her front gate or T.V. antenna.

Jim, she considers
you her friend.

I am her friend, Dad.
A very good friend.

I have nothing to
feel guilty about.

That's what I just said.

That's my personal
stuff in there.

Where you going now?

Well, just as a parting gesture,

I'd like to find out

who it is that's
trying to kill Val,

so I don't have to feel
guilty for another 20 years.

I'm sure I know
exactly what you want.

Luxury without ostentation.

I don't want a bunch
of furniture I can't sit on.

Ah, none of those
spindly little chairs.

Comfort, of course.

Hello, Jim. Val, I'd like to
talk to you. It's important.

But Mr. and Mrs.
Goldstone... It can't wait.

Oh, I'll just be a minute.

Jim, those people are
very important clients.

What can you do for them dead?

You found out something?

No. I realized something.

It's time for both of
us to stop being polite.

I want to know what axes
you've been grinding, and where.

Honestly, we've
been through all this.

We've been through
it, but not honestly.

Ah, would you
excuse me a minute?

Something's come up. My
associate will be right with you.

Good God, when Val told me
what happened last night, I...

Eric, the Goldstones are outside
holding down the pavement.

Would you go over to
their house with them

and keep them busy
till I can get there?

I have an 11:00
appointment, Val.

So, you'll be late.

If you can't help me
when I need you, Eric...

All right, Val.
I'll take care of it.

See you later, Jim.

Oh, I never snap
at him like that.

Well, it was my fault.

Well, I didn't say
it was your fault.

But when you come
here and accuse me

of being dishonest...
Val, Val, you keep acting

as if this is the best
of all possible worlds.

You told me yourself,
your life is a soap opera.

You take Eric, for example.

Well, he's my right arm.

He's also your ex-son-in-law.

Nancy's in Arizona with the kids

and he's here working with you.

I tried to keep them together.

No, I did everything I could.

Oh, but that divorce was
about as bad as you could get.

Charges, counter-charges.
I mean, a real mess.

What is he doing here?

Well, Nancy resented what
she called my interference

and when the judge awarded
custody to Eric of the children, why...

Well, she developed

a rather serious
drinking problem.

She took the children
and just left the state.

Well, Eric was devastated.

Those children mean
everything to him.

I figured if I kept
him around here

somehow it would all work out.

It's a soap opera.

But it has nothing to
do with being shot at.

Val, don't you see?

You have these little
dramas swirling around you.

It's like when I came
in here yesterday.

There was some kind
of beef going on in here.

Those two guys looked like
they wanted to take a poke at you.

Oh, Norman's volatile.
That's his nature.

Yeah, well, what about
the irate customer?

Joe?

Oh, believe me,
attempted murder's

the last thing he needs.

Joe? Yeah,

Joe Zakarian.

He married Cynthia Germaine
about eight months ago

and all his dreams came true.

Oil wells, supertankers,

the right resorts and
never an off-season.

Everything he ever wanted.

Well, it didn't
happen overnight.

He was hustling for quarters

out in Gardena when he was 14.

But Joe's got the
sweet life now.

Boy, oh boy.

Mmm-hmm.

From soap opera
to Harold Robbins.

Why didn't you tell
me about this before?

Well, tell you what?

You and Joe Zakarian.

You had an affair, didn't you?

Well, what happened?

He break it off and you
threatened to tell Cynthia?

I didn't.

I'd never do a thing like that.

Oh, of course you wouldn't.

But you'd say it.

Yeah, in a triangle
that's breaking up,

those things always get said.

You really should've
told me about it, Valerie.

Jim.

What's his address?

Uh, Ambazac Way in Bel-Air.

It's 22515.

But Joe wouldn't hurt me.

Val, he came in here yesterday

with a great show of outrage

threatening a lawsuit.

Now you should be the
last person in the world

that Joe Zakarian would
want to antagonize. Right?

But that was quite a scene. Why?

It doesn't make sense.

Of course it does. He was
trying to protect himself.

Look, if you got to Cynthia

before he got to
you, he'd just claim

that your story of an affair
was revenge for being fired.

He could lie to his wife
and make her believe it.

Or, if he managed to kill you,

who'd accuse him?

He was the guy who was
gonna take you to court.

If I can place him in front
of your house last night, Val,

I've got the motive
and I got the man.

I'll get it.

What? Mrs. Zakarian,

I'd like to talk
to you, if I may.

You want to talk to me enough
to carry some bags downstairs?

Sure, why not?

Ordinarily, I don't lift anything
heavier than a coke spoon,

but I'm so damned
mad, I can't wait

to get the hell
out of this dump.

Oh, the rest of the
luggage is upstairs.

All right, what is it?

Oh, my name is Rudy Crandall.
I'm with Pointer Interiors.

Terrific.

Just what I need in my life.

Someone else from
Pointer Interiors.

Valerian Rybar is
out there somewhere,

but who'd know it.
Yeah, well, Mrs. Zakarian,

I realize there's been some
problem about the decorum.

But nevertheless, the fabric
on the couches downstairs

was supplied by our company.

The furnishings,
the draperies...

I'm really not interested
in hearing your inventory.

Well, there's a bill outstanding,
an extremely large bill.

If you could just give me some
idea when we might expect payment.

Whistle for it.

Now, Mrs. Zakarian, I realize

that you're a little
short of patience,

but then so am I.

You see, your husband
was supposed to meet me

at a restaurant
last night at 8:00.

We were gonna
discuss this very matter,

but then he never showed up.

He left me sitting there,
looking at some cheap art.

Hmm. Well,

if you want to know where
my husband was last night,

ask Valerie Pointer.

I guess you could say
we were both stood up.

My husband and I
went to a party last night.

People are still celebrating
our idyllic marriage.

He spent the first
part of the evening

trying to reach
somebody by phone.

Then he left. I followed him.

I found him parked across
the street from Valerie Pointer's,

waiting for her to come home.

Well, what time was that?
- Cynthia.

9:30.

Well, you still gonna
help me carry my bags?

Well, I think Mr. Zakarian
has something else in mind.

Cynthia, go to your room.

Close the door.

Go to my room?

What do you think I
am? Ten years old?

Move.

You've got a hell of a nerve

ordering me around.
This is my house.

Move!

Damn you!

You're not thinking
this through, Zakarian.

It's only attempted murder now.

Cynthia knows you were there.

The marriage is over.

What happened?

Oh, my God!

Looks like we finally nailed
the guy trying to kill Val.

But I'd like to get
Zakarian talking for himself.

You're not gonna get
anything out of him, Dennis.

The doctor said he had
a severe concussion.

Well, he said something
sounded like "ox blood." It's a color.

They're decorating
their house. Or they were.

Get somebody over
here to get his statement

when he comes to. Yes, sir.

What'd he say?

Well, nothing. He's unconscious.

But his wife puts him
in front of your house

a half-hour before the shooting

and we do have motive.

He was trying to
keep your affair quiet.

I guess that's that.

Yeah, well, you're still
gonna have to live through

the newspaper
stories and the trial and

none of that's gonna
be very pleasant.

I know, but what
matters now is it's over.

Thank you for
everything, Lieutenant.

Yeah, thanks a lot, Dennis.

Yeah, I'll keep in touch.

I'd never have told Cynthia
about our relationship.

Joe should have known that.

Val,

how did he happen to
hire you to do the house?

Well, when I heard he'd
bought the place in Bel-Air,

I told him I'd like him to
consider my company for the job.

It didn't occur to
you that he might

take that as an ultimatum,

as a pay-off for your silence?

Of course not.

He was always doing
little favors for me.

Just the other day my car wouldn't
start and I was late for an appointment

so I called Joe and
he came right over.

I'll bet he did.

Now, what's that
supposed to mean?

A married man, with
a wife who's known

for her jealousy, and
he just drops everything

and comes running when you call?

Now, come on, Val,

doesn't that sound a little
more like guilt than friendship?

Oh, no, Jim. You
don't understand

the kind of relationship we had.

Oh, I think I do.

But don't worry about
it. It's all over now.

Jim!

Jim, you all right?

That wasn't no backfire.

Oh, yes it was. I thought I had

this whole thing all wrapped up.

I want you to go
inside, call Dennis,

tell him what happened.

Tell him it was the
guy on the beach,

the one who took the
first shot at Valerie,

and he'd better get some
protection on her quick.

Are you going over to her place?

No, I'm gonna go see

if I can get a line on
that lady in the Porsche.

That's about all we got left.

Ah, some life you live,

coming home,

getting shot at,
getting in your car

and tearing off.
Some life, I say.

Some life.

Oh, hey, I'm really glad to see

they're springing
for some posters.

You know, the last
rally was a joke.

The thing was over before
anybody knew about it.

You go all the way down there, you'd
like to see a little competition, you know?

Yeah.

Is there, uh, something
I can do for you?

Well, yeah. Oh,
this is not my car.

It's a loaner, you know.
My Targa's in the shop.

The, uh, Deutsche
Craftwork. You know the place?

Over on Lancashire? Yeah, yeah.

Well, you know
just as I was, uh,

pulling in there,
the girl driving out.

She was driving a black Turbo
Carrera with all the options.

I figure anybody
that's got a car like that

and keeps it waxed
the way she does,

she'd be a member
of the car club.

We don't give out any
information on our members.

Well, she was a stone fox, pal,

but it's not what you think.

Uh,

do you think I could speak to
you just confidentially, you know?

That, uh, depends
on what you got to say.

Yeah. As I was pulling
in, she was pulling out.

Now, this mechanic, he is screaming,
he's going tapioca, you know?

But Otto, the manager,
he's saying, "Forget it.

"Let it go. Just forget it."

But I think it's dangerous.

I'm not following you at all.

Well, look, she brought her
car in here to get work done.

They popped the
heads on the thing

just to see if the valves
were sealing right.

And of course, they
were up to factory specs,

so he puts the head back
on, then he goes to lunch.

He never torqued
the head bolts down.

But if she drives it that
way for any length of time...

She's gonna have pistons
up in the seat with her.

But before Otto is ever gonna
admit that he made a mistake,

he's gonna let her blow
that engine all over the road.

Well, that's
criminal. That's Otto.

Well, he ought to be reported.

Yeah, that's why I came in here.

I figured maybe you could help
me find her and I could warn her.

She's a brunette, about 20.

I did a little eavesdropping

but I didn't quite get the name.

You know it sounded
like, uh, Ludwig.

The incompetence!

You wouldn't believe the
horror stories I've heard.

Oh, boy.

Boy, that's a
good-looking car. Yeah.

Do you think you could take a
look at that membership roster?

Don't have to. Sounds
like Sandy Ludner to me.

Look, you hang on a minute,
I'll get you her address.

Miss Ludwig?

I thought you were on
your way back to San Diego.

I was. I mean, I am.

Well, I just stayed in town long
enough to... To change your name?

Get out of my way.
Now, wait a minute.

I've been shot at today

and, quite frankly, I'm
not in a very good mood.

So, I'm gonna be a
little blunt about this.

Right now, you're an accessory
to an attempted murder.

If you don't give me
the answers I need,

you're liable to end up an
accessory to the real thing.

I'm not an accessory.

You're working for whoever's
trying to kill Mrs. Pointer.

No!

You tried to hire
me off the case

so whoever it is could work
without any interference.

No.

That's not the
way it was at all.

Look, I'm an actress.

I didn't even get
paid for this gig.

I did it as a favor.

Who was the favor for?

He told me that you were
working for his ex-wife

and she was trying to
make some trouble for him.

He said that if I could
get you out of town...

Look, I didn't know anything
about trying to kill people.

If I'd known that, I
never would have done it.

Now you've gotta believe
me. I'm not an accessory.

I'm just starting to
get featured parts.

Who was the favor for, Sandy?

Eric Genther.

Eric?

Look, now, I've been
absolutely straight with you.

Now, can you keep me out of
it? I just got myself a new agent.

He's got a lot of faith in me.

He's pushing me
really, really hard.

Now, can you keep me out of it?

Things are just
starting to happen.

Brian? Brian, it's Sandy.

Well, I just did... I just did
something really, really dumb.

He scared me, you
know? Talking about being

an accessory to murder.

Well, if I hadn't have
been so hard up for money

you know, I never would
have gotten into this.

I copped out about Eric.

What do you mean,
you copped out?

It was that private
detective, um...

Rockford. I told
him, I said yeah,

Eric's trying to kill
his mother-in-law.

But listen, I didn't say
anything about you.

I never mentioned your name.

Yeah. You left that to Eric.

Well, it's his word
against yours.

Listen, Sandy,
Valerie Pointer saw me.

Well... Well, maybe
Eric won't say anything.

Yeah, he won't if I have
a chance to shut him up.

Eric.

Jim. What are you doing here?

I called the showroom. They
told me where to find you.

Yeah. Weekly lesson.

It's not Val, is it?
Nothing's happened to Val?

Well, now, that sounds
almost like genuine concern.

It is!

Eric, I, uh, talked
to Sandy Ludner.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Look, I've really got
to get back to work.

Eric, there's still
time to stop this.

Val's still alive, and so am I.

You?

Yeah, whoever you hired
made a try for me at my trailer

a couple of hours ago.

He came close.

I told him.

He's crazy.

I tried to stop him, Jim. After
that morning on the beach,

when I saw what I'd gotten into,

I tried to stop
him but I couldn't.

He panicked. He'd been seen.

He was determined
to kill Val, then you,

after it looked like you were
asking the right questions.

I wasn't aware I had asked any.

It was my key card he used
to get into the parking lot.

Who is he, Eric?

His name's Brian Tegg.

He runs a flight school
out at Van Nuys Airport.

I've been taking private
lessons from him. So has Sandy.

Nobody ever quite
measures up to Val, do they?

We're all a big
disappointment to her.

But you watch. She's gonna
smile gamely and go right on.

You blame her for the divorce?

She ruined Nancy.
She ruined our marriage.

All I wanted was my kids back.

How was killing
Val gonna do that?

I wasn't trying to kill her. I
only wanted to scare her.

I thought it would force
her back into the state.

Once they were here I could
grab the kids and that'd be that.

What happens
now? I turn myself in?

You don't have any choice.

Come on, my car's outside.

I'll call Dennis and have
him meet us at the airport.

My car's out in the street.

Hey, what's that guy
in the chopper doing?

It's Tegg. Are you sure?

How do you know? I
recognize the plane.

That maniac. He's gonna kill us.

Looks like the
idea. Just hold on.

He's still behind us.

You're pretty good at this.

Where is he now?
Yeah, he's behind us.

No, he's gotta be on top.

He is. He's right above us.

He's still there.

I'm gonna try something.

Thanks for the lift, you guys.

I am really looking
forward to that chili, Rocky.

That was so sweet of
you and Jim to bring it by.

Well, after all
you been through,

I figured you wouldn't
feel like doing any cooking.

Couldn't we buy you a cup of
coffee or something for now?

Oh, no, thank you. I have
to get back to the showroom.

Without Eric, it is so hectic.

Have you heard from Nancy?

No, but I understand
she called Eric.

Oh, she'll be calling.

You know, the shock and all.

I don't know. Realizing that

two people wanted me dead.

Well, that's just
plain craziness, that.

Eric thinking he's gonna get
his kids back by killing you.

And that other
fella. Joe Zakarian.

Oh, he thought he had the
perfect cover after the first attempt.

He was just taking
advantage of an opportunity.

Well, it's all over now,

and that's what counts.

Thank you.

I suppose it is over.

Thank you, Jim.
Thank you for my life.

You know, I've been having
trouble with my car lately.

It's the starter, I think. Could
you stop by and take a look at it?

Well, I, uh... Whenever
you have time.

Okay.

Bye, Val. Bye.

Now, there goes
quite a little lady.

Yeah, she's had
a rough life too.

More than enough
for any one person.

You know, sonny,
seeing her again, well, it...

It's sort of opened up my eyes.

I mean, well, I never drop
her a line on her birthday

or pick up the phone to
call her at Christmas time,

and, well, what I mean
is that seeing her again

just made me feel kind of...

Guilty?