Jim, there's this man watching me.
He's right outside my bedroom window, in the building opposite.
Is there anything that you could classify as a real threat to you?
You don't call this a threat?
If you don't have a boy that fits that description...
A serious overbite?
A woodchuck.
(GASPS)
Hey, I've got no complaints.
You walk Doreen into that courtroom and I walk out.
Anybody here?
I want to find out who's doing this to me and I want it stopped.
But you can't give it top priority.
Psychos get top priority with me.
(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)
SOETER.. This is Dr. Soeter.
Now, my nurse tell me you've blown four root canal appointments.
Well, you're finished in this office.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
All right, everybody. Freeze!
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
All right, all right. Now, look. Listen to me. Please.
Just take it easy and stay calm.
Just do what they tell you to do,
and nobody'll get hurt.
You got that? All right, everybody over against the bar.
Now! Get over there!
Come on, move it!
All right, Gibby here has been real cooperative.
We got the receipts.
But we figured that you'd like to make your contribution, too.
So...
Jewelry and cash over on the table.
Now!
Get going! All right, get over here.
Come on, move through, folks. Move through!
Drop it all, lady.
GIBBY: Relax, will you?
You, too, Pop.
Shit.
GIBBY: Just take it easy, now.
(BURGLAR ALARM BLARING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Shut up! Shut up, or I'll do it for you.
GIBBY: Easy, easy, easy! My God!
Come on, let's get out of here.
(SIRENS WAILING)
GIBBY: All right, relax. Relax!
Hey! Hold on!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
I'll get you, you creep!
The trial starts tomorrow, so you're going to have to move fast on this.
You're defending Davey Woodhull?
The state's case is circumstantial,
but it's a good one and I'm concerned.
You know, I never knew you knew him. You never mentioned it.
The cops picked him up the day after the robbery for running a red light.
Then everything just sort of fell in on him.
He was wearing an expensive wristwatch
that matched the one that was reported stolen by the owner of the disco.
Davey bought it three years ago in St. Louis,
but he can't prove it. He doesn't have a receipt.
He can't even remember the name of the store.
How could you not have mentioned Davey Woodhull?
What?
Well, he's one of the most promising running backs in pro football.
He's also been charged with murder one.
I'll get you an 8-by-10 glossy after the trial. How's that?
Nasty, nasty.
Why don't you just tell me what you want, huh?
Davey was with a girl the night of the robbery.
She's his alibi. She's done the vanishing act.
I want you to find her.
By tomorrow morning?
You waited till the last minute, didn't you?
I can put her on the witness stand
anytime during the trial.
And I didn't wait till the last minute.
The cops have been looking for her
and I've had somebody on it.
What do you mean, you had somebody on it?
The phone book's full of PIs.
Oh, you were my first choice, naturally,
but you were fishing.
You're always fishing.
Who'd you hire?
Do you want the job or not?
For cash? Or against what I owe you?
For cash.
Yeah, I want the job.
And I'm not always fishing.
Sometimes I watch football.
BETH: Jim, this is Davey Woodhull.
ROCKFORD: Hi, Davey. I've seen you play.
DAVEY: Not for LA. I've spent most of the season on the bench.
Jim... He's not just another glory guy.
I mean, he sticks his nose down in the dirt.
I saw you lay yourself out for another running back.
You don't see that too often. Jim, please!
Okay, I'm sorry. Come on, let's sit down.
Thank you.
Now, I think we ought to start off at Gibby's Place.
Isn't that where you first met Doreen?
A few months ago.
Doreen Carpenter, the girl I was with
the night Gibby's got knocked over.
She must know what's happening to you.
It's been in all the papers. Why hasn't she come forward?
She's married.
Separated, but they've got a kid they've been hassling over.
Doreen spent the night with Davey.
She can't get up in court and admit that.
She'd see you convicted of murder
to avoid a custody battle?
She's got some dumb idea she's gonna get the kid into pictures or something.
You ought to see the kid.
Red hair, teeth out to here.
He's only four and a half.
If you could just find her, tell her how important it is.
With her testimony, the trial'd be over like that.
Can you give me some information?
Addresses? Name of some friends?
Oh, I can. I'll give you all the information that I gave
your predecessor.
However this thing turns out...
You're gonna be cleared, Davey.
However it turns out, it's taught me something.
I've been sidelined all year.
Everybody's backing me.
Mr. Thorne, the guys on the team,
and you.
They're your friends, Davey.
We're your friends.
Well, he seems like a nice guy.
He is a nice guy.
You're operating with a pretty short fuse, you know that?
I'm sorry. I guess I'm tired.
You're a little worried, too, huh?
Yeah.
There've been some prejudicial leaks to the press.
Scrapes Davey got into as a kid.
It's not admissible evidence in court,
but it's been printed and it has an effect.
I need Doreen Carpenter.
I'll do the best I can.
Gibby's Place opens for cocktails around 5:00.
All right, I'll check that out,
and then I'll see you at La Rue's for dinner? About 7:00?
I'm a sucker for a rotten disposition.
Thanks. Can I take a rain check?
I got to be a legal wizard in the morning.
Okay. I'll let you know what I turn up.
Good afternoon. Table or the bar?
Oh, bar's fine. Righto.
I'm Gibby.
Since you're the first customer of the afternoon,
I waive the entrance fee,
pour you one on the house.
Hey, thanks, but...
(EXCLAIMS INSISTENTLY)
It's a tradition. Brings me luck.
Didn't bring you too much luck the night of the robbery.
I read about it in the newspapers. It's a terrible thing.
Yeah.
Al.
Scotch, please.
They got that lousy punk.
Yeah, they got him right where he belongs.
Davey Woodhull? Mmm-hmm.
I just can't believe he did that.
Can't believe it, huh? Who would know better than me?
He ripped the wristwatch right off my arm.
How can you be sure it was Davey?
Didn't they say in the papers
that they were wearing ski masks?
Oh, I know Davey-boy. Used to come in here.
Always with the big smile. ''How you doing, Pop?''
Can you believe that? That's what he called me. Pop.
How old are you, Gibby? 40? 39? What?
Forty-three. What's that...
I work out. What's that got to do with anything?
Well, you know.
If you're 40, 60's old.
If you're 20, 40's old.
So, they must have been young.
You were Pops to them.
That's really all you know. That they're young.
I know that Davey Woodhull knocked this place over.
And he killed a man that never did anything except pour a beer for him.
Now, he's gonna pay for it. Oh, yeah.
And I'm gonna see that he pays.
What if you're wrong, Gibby? I'm not wrong.
Say, who the hell are you?
I'm a customer.
Trouble, Gibby?
I asked the man who he is. I'm not getting any answer.
You wanna call them off, Gibby?
I mean, an assault beef isn't going to be too good for business.
''James Rockford, Private Investigator.''
Private Investigator?
Why, you're working for that scum!
Okay, so I'm working for Davey Woodhull.
Is that any reason to break my arms?
None better. He has a right to a defense.
He's got no rights around here.
He also has an alibi. Doreen Carpenter.
If he had an alibi, he'd be out, buster.
Yeah, well, we're having a little trouble finding Doreen.
Too bad.
Listen, I want you to give Davey-boy a message for me.
You tell him I don't care
what kind of high-priced talent he's got working for him.
He did the job, he pays for it.
And that's a promise.
All right, throw the bum out.
No, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
Before you get rid of him,
I want you to show him how he's working for the wrong guy.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Who is it?
ROCKFORD: It's Jim.
Hi.
What happened to you?
Oh, Gibby was out for blood, mine was available.
But I made a couple of pretty good moves, got out of it all right.
Oh, I'm sorry, Jim.
Hey, Beth,
wanna ask you a question.
What kind of a case does the D.A. have?
Every piece of evidence I've told you about can be explained away.
Like the car.
Davey's is the same make and model used the night of the robbery.
So are hundreds of others in greater L.A.
Put that down.
Okay.
Well, what about the blood-stained sweatshirt?
The blood type matches that of the head bartender.
It's also Davey's blood type.
He wore the sweatshirt during practice,
he cut his lip.
What about Doreen Carpenter? Did you get anything on her?
Oh, I got nothing from Gibby. But I rang a few doorbells on the way over
and none of her friends have seen her.
But I'll get on it in the morning.
Aren't you going to open that?
No, And I don't want to talk about it, either.
Okay.
I'll see you in the morning, then, huh?
Jim?
I do want to talk about it.
This is the third gift they've sent.
Who?
The Harriet Bergstrom Foundation.
And don't ask me who they are,
because I never heard of them.
They sent me this letter about a week ago.
And then these gifts started arriving.
''You're selected as the possible recipient of a Foundation grant...
''...dedicated to the betterment of women.
''Complete liberation in all areas,
''financial, social, sexual.'' What's wrong with that?
It's creepy, that's what's wrong with it.
The first gift they sent me was this art book.
Of nudes.
Now, there's nothing wrong with the pictures. It's art.
Well, there's a logo.
There's no letterhead.
I can't check out the address.
This looks like a promotion.
What kind of promotion would send out $30 art books?
And satin sheets.
That was the second gift. Satin sheets.
And they fit.
My bed's queen size. They're queen size.
Yeah, and the third gift will probably offer you
an opportunity to buy all the swampland in Florida.
I don't think I want to know what the third one is.
I'll tell you something else.
I think I'm being watched.
Now, I know that sounds paranoid,
but I get the feeling like I'm being watched.
Well, if you aren't, there's something wrong
with the male population in this town.
I'm serious, Jim.
I know you are, honey.
And if I thought there was something wrong,
I'd level with you, wouldn't I?
I think you got the pre-trial jitters.
You've been working hard on this case.
You're just tired.
You know, I hate to admit it, but I think you're right.
I'm glad I told you about it.
I don't think I'd have slept tonight at all.
All right, you get a good night's sleep,
you'll be fine.
Thanks. Yeah.
ROCKFORD.. ...Jim Rockford.
At the tone, leave your name and message.
I'll get back to you.
(BEEPS)
MAN.. She has a very nice apartment.
(MAN SNICKERING)
Enjoy your date, Rockford?
(RINGING)
Hello.
MAN.. Tall, good-looking guy,
but his coat was torn.
(MAN LAUGHING)
Didn't stay long, did he?
(BUS Y SIGNAL DRONING)
(WHIMPERING)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
ROCKFORD: Beth? Beth, are you all right?
Oh! Oh, Jim.
Oh, my God.
(SOBBING) Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You got a telephone call.
How'd you know? I got one, too.
(STAMMERING) Jim, there's this man watching me.
He's right outside my bedroom window, in the building opposite.
All right, all right.
There's no one there now.
I'll talk to the apartment manager.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Please don't leave me.
I'm sorry. I'm a little rattled.
I just don't want to be alone.
Okay, sweetheart. Come on, now, sit down. Sit down.
Tell me what happened.
Well, after the telephone call, I thought about that package.
And I thought, well, I better open it.
And then I started to get this funny feeling.
And I realized the drapes were open so I went over to close them and...
Saw somebody looking in at you?
Jim, I'm not afraid of anything I can see.
But I don't know who's doing this to me, or why.
I can't fight a voice on the telephone.
Okay.
I'll get in touch with Dennis,
have him put a tap on your phone.
I'll check out the high-rise in the morning. No.
I want to find out who's doing this to me and I want it stopped.
But you can't give it top priority.
Psychos get top priority with me.
I said no.
We are starting to take testimony tomorrow morning in a murder trial.
First, you have to find Doreen Carpenter.
I have to? Yes.
How about ''please''?
Please.
Okay, Counselor.
Davey said that Doreen is a real stage mother.
So,
the kid will be registered with one of the theatrical agencies.
I'll check on it.
Jim.
You're staying, aren't you?
I'm staying.
And you never saw Mr. Woodhull wearing this wristwatch?
No, sir.
Now, you're absolutely positive, Mr. Gunter,
that you never observed the defendant
with that particular wristwatch in his possession,
either in the locker room or on any social occasion?
Well, Davey's got a watch.
But I've never seen this one before.
Thank you, Mr. Gunter.
No further questions.
JUDGE: Counsel may cross-examine.
Miss Davenport.
Your Honor?
Do you wish to cross-examine the witness?
Yes, Your Honor. One moment, please.
What was the last thing Gunter said?
Are you all right?
Yes. What was the last thing he said?
He said he never saw me wear that watch before.
Are you sure you're all right? I'm fine.
Mr. Gunter,
you are a member of the football team
to which Davey Woodhull is under contract.
Do you consider yourself a close personal friend?
Sure. We're buddies.
There's a distinction between buddy
and close personal friend.
You're out on the practice field together,
you're together at games.
Do you see each other socially?
Well, no, but...
Does Davey wear a ring?
I think I've seen... Yes.
No.
I mean, I'm not sure.
A ring is highly visible.
A wristwatch, on the other hand,
is often obscured by a shirt cuff.
Now, you're positive about the wristwatch,
but you're not sure about the ring. Is that correct?
Well, yeah, but... No further questions.
No, he's too cute. He looks too put-together.
He looks like he makes $50,000 a year.
He made $75,000 last year.
I'm showing you the cream of my client list.
For a national advertising campaign
you can't afford to go with an amateur.
You need a dedicated, experienced actor.
Who's four-and-a-half years old?
Some of my children have grown up in front of the camera.
Now, you cannot do better than Danny Howell.
He's only three and a half, but he can play four.
I know you've seen him. He did that commercial
where the family writes notes to the mother on toilet paper.
They thought, because of his age,
they'd have to go to an insert,
have a more adult hand write the actual note.
Danny did it himself, in one take.
Well, he's cute as the dickens, but I'm not looking for cute
and I'm not looking for three and a half.
He can play four.
I'm looking for four and a half.
Red hair, freckles, and a serious overbite.
Nature's Naturals is a real cereal for real people.
We need a kid with character.
Somebody who looks like he'd run through a mud puddle
with his brand-new shoes on.
If you don't have a boy that fits that description...
A serious overbite?
A woodchuck.
Well...
If you don't, I'll have to keep on looking.
He doesn't have any experience.
Of course, you're looking for a new face,
so his lack of exposure is really a plus.
And there's not one ounce of theatricality about him.
A boy's boy. Real people.
Here he is.
Perfect.
Just look at that overbite.
And he's exactly four and a half.
I'd say he meets your requirements, Mr. Traynor.
Yeah. You're right. He's perfect.
Tell you what, let's do.
I'd like to meet the mother,
see if we can set up an appointment to see the boy.
If he is the boy in this picture, you have a deal.
And a rich one, I might add.
We're looking for a national spokesman.
Yes, sir. When you see that face,
you're going to think Nature's Naturals.
Why don't we call her right now?
Oh, his mother moves around a lot.
I don't have a number, but she calls in regularly.
Well, all right, all right. You have my number.
But the minute, the minute you hear from her,
you have her contact me, okay?
You'll be hearing, Mr. Traynor.
Let's hope I hear in time.
MAN: Take the package.
What's it hurt to wait a minute?
Well, if you don't take it, I'm gonna leave it.
Oh, now, come on. You can't do that.
I had him wait, Miss Davenport.
Oh, thank you, George.
Where'd you get it?
House on Olivet.
Do you remember the address?
2218 South.
Who gave it to you?
Some guy.
Could you describe him?
Lady, the guy had 30 bucks.
I didn't take no inventory, I took the 30 bucks.
A general description.
Blond.
Tall. I don't know.
How tall?
6' 2'', 6' 3''.
2218 South Olivet?
You got it. Thank you.
Hang on to this for me, will you, George?
There's something I have to take care of.
(DOORBELL BUZZING)
Hello?
Anybody here?
Hello?
(GASPS)
(DOOR SLAMMING)
BETH: This is the room, only the door was open. Somebody closed it.
Oh, no.
No. There were pictures all over the walls.
Those windows weren't even there. I saw them.
I'm sure you did.
I did!
They were put up with pins. There's marks all over.
Well, whoever hired that cab driver
wanted you to have this address.
They wanted you to walk in on this little shrine,
or whatever it is they built for you.
You shouldn't have come here alone, Beth.
I got mad.
I opened this package
and there was this film projector with a roll of porno film.
I got mad.
You gonna do something, Dennis? This thing is escalating.
I already put in a request for a phone tap.
I'll run a check on the Foundation.
Well, it's a phony.
I had Angel check it out with the newspaper.
There was a Mrs. Harriet Bergstrom. She died a few months ago.
She was very rich. Pasadena.
She was in her 70s,
hadn't been outside her house in years.
She was not a member of women's lib
and she didn't set up any foundation.
It was just a name somebody picked out of the obits.
Is there anything that you could classify as a real threat to you?
You don't call this a threat?
Legally, no. It's harassment. You know that.
There's nothing we can do.
Well, we could try and track him down through the gifts.
We? Well, put some men on it, Dennis!
You know, find out where the gifts were purchased.
We might get a lead on who bought them.
You know how many man-hours that would take?
Yeah. That's why I can't do it myself.
DAVEY: Blaise Mendocino.
Where'd she come up with a name like that?
Poor kid.
Then it is Doreen Carpenter's child?
Aren't many kids around with a face like that.
Does that mean you found Doreen?
No, not yet. She's going to find me.
I talked to the child's agent.
She said Doreen checks in all the time
looking for junior's big break.
I left a phone number.
But why would she call you? You're a private investigator.
No. He's a producer of television commercials.
He's looking for a new star.
You know, I wish you wouldn't tell me
when you misrepresent yourself that way.
Can you think of a better way of finding her?
No, but...
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Miss Davenport, telephone.
Oh, thank you. I'll be right back.
Is she all right?
What do you mean?
Well, she seems kind of... I don't know.
Well, she's just under a lot of pressure. Goes with the job.
Yeah.
She's a neat lady.
Very neat.
Thank you.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Hello?
MAN.. Is this Beth Davenport?
Is this Beth Davenport?
Yes.
Oh, I must have the wrong number.
(MAN LAUGHING MOCKINGLY)
(PHONE CLICKS)
Well, what if she doesn't call?
Relax, will you, Davey?
I left my dad's phone number with the agency.
He's standing by.
If Doreen calls in, he'll tell her I call in every hour.
I won't miss it.
What's the matter? What happened?
He called again. Here.
(STAMMERING) Maybe he knows that the police have a tap on my line at home.
He knows everything else. Where I am, who I'm with.
What is it? What's going on?
Oh, somebody's been making some nuisance calls.
They've been trying to frighten her.
They've been doing a darn good job of it, too.
So that's what's been bothering you.
I knew there was something.
I can't sleep. I have to force myself to concentrate.
Davey, you are entitled to competent counsel.
I don't know how competent I am under the circumstances.
Hey, I've got no complaints.
Now, you walk Doreen into that courtroom and I walk out.
Now, Mr. Rockford said she's bound to call.
Today, tomorrow at the latest.
That's all we need.
Once the police confirm Doreen's story on the polygraph,
you won't have to press for a dismissal.
I know it's not admissible,
but the D.A. will know it's all over.
I suppose you're right.
I just don't like what's happening to me.
It would be bad enough at any time,
but in the middle of a trial...
Beth, didn't all this start just about the time you took on Davey's case?
Yes.
You think the two could be related?
To me?
Well, to your case.
If somebody wants you convicted,
what better way than to hassle your attorney
so you don't get a proper defense?
Gibby.
You heard him in court.
Swears that was his watch, and it isn't.
Even says he recognized my voice.
Well, it's a possibility.
He thinks you did it.
He's determined to see you pay.
I never did a thing to that man,
except spend money in his place like there was no tomorrow.
Gibby's worth checking out.
First, I think I ought to check in with Dad, see if Doreen's called.
She's the answer to this.
And she's your one sure way out.
That Doreen Carpenter said she'd call you back right after lunch.
How come you suppose she hid out like that?
She could have freed that boy weeks ago.
Well, I'll settle for having her clear him now.
But why didn't she come out with the truth right in front?
As a student of human nature, Rocky,
I'll give you a very definite answer:
I don't know.
(RINGING)
Hello.
DOREEN.. Hello. Is Mr. Traynor there, please?
He just this minute came through the door.
Mr. Traynor!
(SOFTLY) Getting pretty good at that, Rocky.
This is Mr. Traynor.
This is Blaise Mendocino's mother.
I understand that you would like to speak to me about a commercial.
Yes, is he available?
If you'd like to see him, I could have him in town in two hours.
Then he's not with you?
No, he's staying with his grandmother in Chula Vista.
Maybe we could meet
and get some of the preliminaries out of the way.
Okay. Want me to come to your office?
Oh, no, no, no. It's a madhouse here.
We're gearing up for a big campaign.
Maybe I could meet you at your place,
just keep it informal?
Oh, okay. Sure...
What's that address?
It's 4615 Whitley Place.
Apartment 103.
I'll see you in about a half an hour, then.
Half hour? Okay.
What's she gonna do when she finds out
there ain't no big campaign?
She'll leave little Bobby in Chula Vista,
where he'll probably be a lot happier.
Miss Davenport, this came for you while you were at lunch.
Thank you, Jack.
Well, did you hear from Mr. Rockford yet?
Not yet.
Didn't go too bad this morning.
Who are they gonna call next?
All rise. The honorable W.T. Carroll presiding.
(GAVEL BANGING) JUDGE: Be seated.
(DOORBELL BUZZING)
DOREEN: Mr. Traynor? ROCKFORD: Yes.
Hi, come in.
It's sort of messy and everything.
I told you, it's just, you know, temporary and everything.
Here, would you like to sit down?
Oh, thank you. Okay.
Do you want... No.
Listen, I found these pictures of Bobby... Blaise...
Bobby is a nice name.
You think so? Oh...
It doesn't have any pizzazz, though, you know?
Doreen Carpenter is a nice name, too.
How did you know my name?
I've been looking for you, for Davey Woodhull.
This is a setup.
There isn't any commercial.
Afraid not.
You have a lot of nerve, mister.
Davey Woodhull is being charged with murder.
I know.
And I'm supposed to spring him.
You have to testify, Doreen.
(SIGHS)
I know.
Okay. I know. Okay, I'll testify.
Get down!
(GUN FIRES)
They won't admit my testimony, Beth. It's hearsay.
I know that. We won't be able to keep it in the record,
but I think we can get it in. That's all I want.
Once the jury hears what you have to say, they won't forget it.
Is it true your prime witness was killed, Miss Davenport?
No comment.
Kind of cooks your client, doesn't it? No comment.
MAN: Did Mr. Thorne hire you to represent Davey?
I'll make a statement at the end of the trial. That's it.
WOMAN: Do you think Davey's got a chance
without Doreen Carpenter's testimony?
And you located the woman Davey Woodhull claims
was with him the night of the robbery?
I did.
That would be Doreen Carpenter,
the woman the police were unable to locate?
That's right.
And Mrs. Carpenter agreed
to accompany you to the authorities?
That's right.
She was going to testify that
she was with the defendant on the night in question.
Hearsay.
Objection sustained.
Strike that from the record.
The jury is instructed to disregard Mr. Rockford's response.
Is Mrs. Carpenter present in court?
She is not.
Can you tell us why, Mr. Rockford?
She was on her way to testify
and she was murdered.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(GAVEL BANGING) JUDGE: Order, please. Order.
Order, please. Order.
Thank you. No further questions.
Cross-examine, Mr. Rosecrans?
No questions, Your Honor.
Gonna make this quick.
Chapman found out I'm doing your gumshoe work for you.
He's been all over my case.
So make it quick.
I drew a blank on that apartment across from Beth's.
It's been vacant for two months.
But the movie projector paid off.
It's a Shisubi, a Japanese import.
CountCo's got an exclusive on it.
CountCo? Yeah, it's kind of a discount house.
Oh, oh, for county employees, right?
County, state, firemen, teachers, cops. Peggy and I got a card.
I've been going the wrong direction.
Big surprise.
No, I thought Gibby was behind those presents,
but the owner of a discotheque
doesn't qualify for a CountCo card.
But how many of those movie projectors
could they have sold of that particular model,
in the last couple of days?
You know, we might get lucky. Forget the ''we.''
There's five branches of that store.
I did what I could.
I don't have an official complaint, nobody's been hurt.
Doreen Carpenter's been murdered.
Well, you tie that movie projector to her death,
and I'll get Chapman get a go-ahead.
Hey, he's watching me. What do you want? My badge?
Okay, okay. I'll try running it down myself.
It's a skimpy lead.
Yeah, I know it's a skimpy lead, but...
If it's not Gibby,
who stands to profit the most if Beth blows this case?
Davey? Are you out of your mind?
I'm defending him. His life is on the line.
What happens if you lose?
He loses.
What happens if he claims his counsel was incompetent?
Well, I'll admit I've been a little distracted.
I might have slipped up a couple of times, but nothing serious.
I think I've mounted the best possible defense under the circumstances.
But what if he does claim his counsel was incompetent.
What then, huh?
Oh, I suppose they'd declare a mistrial and...
He gets another shot at another jury.
Second chance.
That is the most ridiculous theory I have ever heard.
Well, somebody's gone to a lot of trouble to psych you out,
and let me in on it.
I can testify about the phone calls.
I can testify about the gifts, how they upset you...
And Davey set it all up?
Arranged to have his own best witness murdered?
Maybe he wasn't so sure she'd hold up under cross-examination.
Jim, I'm not gonna even discuss this anymore.
Okay, Beth. Yeah.
How much more of that are you going to take?
There's not going to be any more.
But I think you're right about one thing.
It does have to do with the trial.
Well, the case goes to jury tomorrow morning.
You think that's going to be the end of it?
I mean, Davey's not dumb.
It'd be like an admission of guilt.
Davey had nothing to do with it.
Okay. Come on, let's go.
Where?
I'm going to give you a chance to convince me.
Go on, get your coat.
BETH: Just how long are you going to keep driving?
You're being watched. I think it's about time
we found out who's watching you.
And that's going to convince you Davey had nothing to do with this?
No. That's going to convince you he did.
That does it. Take me home.
Not yet.
Yeah.
He's been following us ever since we left your apartment.
3-7-3. P-C-E. 3-7-3.
Aren't you going to follow him?
No. Let him lose us.
Why?
You got a gun?
Of course not.
Well, neither have I.
You think he has?
He had one when he killed Doreen and it's the same car.
I got a good, clean look at him when he pulled the trigger.
Well, have Dennis run the plate for you.
Oh, no, no, no.
Dennis is already in enough trouble with Chapman.
No, I'll run it through DMV in the morning.
But I can already tell you what I'm gonna find.
If you're going to start harping on Davey again...
I know what I'm gonna find.
I'm going to find a county employee with a CountCo card
who recently bought a movie projector
and is a very good friend of Davey Woodhull's.
Now all I need to know is where he works.
Down!
Set!
Drive!
Drive through! Drive through! Drive through!
All right, break! Break!
Next two.
Set!
Down!
Drive!
Drive through! Drive through! Drive through! Drive through!
Break! Break!
Next two.
Hey, Coach, I think he busted something.
All right, take a break, ladies.
Hi, Coach.
Okay, Andy...
Hey, what is this? Get off the coach!
All right, all right, all right. Hold it, hold it.
One of you guys call the cops.
I'm working out of Tulsa on an extradite.
Hey, what's going on, mister?
You just call the cops, son.
Call Sergeant Becker. The Hollywood division.
You should have worn your ski mask, Coach.
This time there's an eyewitness.
They can't burn Davey for this one.
He was locked up. Doreen Carpenter's all yours.
Like hell she is. Try proving it.
It wasn't even my idea.
Oh, sure, Coach. He told me to do it.
Yeah? Why? She was his witness.
When the cops picked Davey up, he just pulled Doreen's name out of a hat.
He knew that she'd skipped out on her old man,
gone to Detroit.
He was just stalling. He figured it was safe.
Yeah, until she hit town again.
She told me she was going to testify for him.
Davey told me to buy her off. I bought her off.
And then he gets nervous, thinking that...
(SOFTLY) Thinking that maybe she's gonna flunk the lie-detector thing.
It was his idea.
The whole mess was his idea!
All right, come on, fellas. Break it up. Break it up.
Well? What do you think?
They're looking at you. That's usually a good sign.
I've given up trying to figure juries.
Mr. Foreman, have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
Will you read the verdict?
''The State v. David Woodhull.
''We, the jury, find the defendant not guilty.''
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Court is adjourned.
You're free, Davey. Yeah.
You know, I think I was more nervous than you.
What's to be nervous about?
Well, it could have gone the other way.
Oh, you mean guilty? It could have.
Then I'd have had to ask for a new trial.
What do you mean?
Well, you know how upset you've been.
All those phone calls and those creepy gifts.
How did you know about the gifts?
I never said anything about them.
No kidding? Are you sure?
You know, you've been really distracted.
Maybe you forgot.
I never mentioned them.
Hey, take it easy. Everything's cool.
You did it to me.
You wanted the option of a mistrial.
You did it.
Hey, they really got to you, didn't they?
You're getting paranoid.
(REPORTERS CHATTERING)
WOMAN: May we have a statement, Miss Davenport?
BETH: No comment.
MAN: You mean you don't want to crow a little about that verdict?
I said, no comment. DAVEY: Hey, guys, take it easy, huh?
She's tired. She's done a terrific job.
And I want her to know how much I appreciate it.
I'll be talking to you later, Beth.
How about you, Davey?
Well, folks, I'm grateful.
I'm grateful to Miss Davenport
for the all the help she's given me,
and to Mr. Thorne, the owner of the team.
But all I want right now is I want to play football.
Well, they got a good ball club at San Quentin.
You'll like it.
What do you mean?
Your friend, the coach.
David Woodhull, you're under arrest.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
WOMAN: Sergeant Becker, give a hint as to what this is all about.
Does this mean that the judgment in this case is...
MALE REPORTER.. And this afternoon,
a spokesman for the Los Angeles Police Department
Dennis, you look pretty good! released an official statement.
Shh. Turn it up.
The Los Angeles Police Department is issuing the following statement.
''We have the sworn statement of Preston Garnett,
''athletic coach at Foreman High School,
''that David Woodhull planned and helped execute
''the robbery of Gibby's discotheque.
''We have a log of telephone calls made by Mr. Woodhull
''during his incarceration at county jail
''to Mr. Garnett,
''during which the alleged murder
''of Doreen Carpenter was planned.
''The Department will issue further information
''regarding the case
''as the details become available. ''
Why didn't you lift your head?
I can't see your face bending over that paper that way.
It's a prepared statement.
REPORTER.. That was Sergeant Becker of the Los Angeles Police Department.
According to reliable sources, Davey Woodhull,
promising running back for L.A.,
is, at this very moment, making a full confession
for his part in the robbery and double murder.
Yeah, don't count on it.
I did more than that.
What'd you do? Wave to Peggy?
Well, they cut out some of my best stuff.
Well, it's all over now.
Not till I figure him out.
Hey, look. He was sitting on the bench,
and he was probably going to stay there until they dropped his option.
You know, if you can't have the glory,
sometimes money makes a good substitute.
You feel like picking up that rain check on dinner?
As a matter of fact, I just feel like going home.
Suits me.
Hey, uh,
later, you guys.