People should love animals, not eat them.
Welcome to Sunfire.
Feel free to use all the facilities. Get naked, kick back, enjoy.
Now, that's karma.
That's manure.
I'm into my consciousness.
Consciousness?
You're practically unconscious 24 hours a day.
There must be 25 grand in here.
People have guns who own this money.
We're gonna have to take them out.
I specifically said, "Don't tell anyone."
Didn't I? Didn't I say that?
Go, Sky, go.
ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.
At the tone, leave your name and message.
I'll get back to you.
MAN: Hey, I saw your add in the classified,
"Three African guns for sale."
I keep calling, all I get is the machine.
Is that a typo in the paper, or what?
Hello, Sky.
Hi, Jim. Could I use your phone?
It's a local call. Oh, sure.
So, are things pretty mellow for you these days?
Mellow? Well, they're not marshmallow or anything like that, but...
I got Rolfed last night, Jim.
Yeah.
Rolfing is this really incredible technique that brings the body segments
into vertical alignment.
You see, the body gets out of alignment
through mechanical and psychological stress.
Like, if your mother was always on your case,
your head would be permanently lowered.
You should experience it.
My head look low?
No, but everybody's body is out of alignment in some way or other.
Anyway, last night was just so incredible.
I was coming home from work, and I saw these bill collectors
in the hall outside my apartment, and...
Is he dead?
No, he's an actor. He's just faking it.
Gee, it's really a shame.
People should love animals, not eat them.
Especially someone like you, who I consider kind of an enlightened guy.
Sky, the phone is on the desk.
Anyhow, the Rolfing made me so mellow,
I had to come down and soak up the solars.
You know, I don't think I'll ever go back to that office to work again,
but I guess I better call them and tell them.
Hello, Judy? Yeah, it's me.
They're really angry I didn't show up, huh?
Alan said that? Oh, gross.
Hey, Jim. Another favor.
Could I give the office your address
so they could send me my last pay check here?
I'm really hassled with that collection agency camped out at my place.
Okay. I've been there myself.
But don't let the check hang around here too long, okay?
Okay. Thanks.
Oh, damn!
Hey, Jim, I also took the liberty of calling the ashram up
on Euclid Street, 'cause... The who?
Ashram. It's Hindu for temple.
I used to live there. I was trying to get hold of a friend of mine.
Hey, what's wrong?
Oh, these neighborhood dogs,
always turning over the garbage can.
You know, nobody ever observes the leash laws.
Leash laws?
You're an unusual blend, Jim.
You know, you're sweet, hang loose, and yet kind of a fascist.
Listen. You know, you don't have to suffer with these dogs.
You just make a positive affirmation that they're not
knocking over your garbage cans, and it'll stop. Really.
Oh, really? Mmm-hmm.
I learned the secret of positive affirmations from this incredible man
named Gordon Borchers.
I hope someday you can meet him and maybe learn it for yourself.
He's really a tuned-in being.
Well, if he's so tuned in, I'll probably meet him.
I'm on the cable.
Oh. Jim, hey, Jim.
Thanks. Thank you.
Do you know what the bartender just told me in there?
What?
Well, the dude's name is Jim Rockford.
He's a private investigator.
This chick done contacted a private investigator.
Well, we better play it cool and see how he plays it.
EDDIE: Nice work, Lenny.
If only you had a fire truck, maybe he'd have seen us sooner.
Didn't I see you guys parked across my trailer this morning?
Something I could do for you?
I might as well get down to it.
Where's Jane Patten? We wanna talk to her.
Well, sorry, I don't know anyone by that name.
See, that don't wash. She made a phone call from your place
this morning and gave your address.
Said to send a check out there.
Oh, you mean Sky Aquarian?
Name's Jane Patten.
Mousy hair, kind of big in the butt.
Oh, you guys are from the collection agency, right?
Why didn't you say that up front?
Be glad to help out. Yeah, she went up to Fresno to her sister's wedding.
Let's see, the address was
2342 Decauter Street.
Zoot, now you're gonna either have to tell it like it is,
or I'm gonna break your face.
Hey, a tiger. Okay, Lenny, we'll do it your way.
Yes?
This isn't the ashram, is it?
Oh, yes, it is. Please lower your voice.
Well, I was looking for Jane Patten,
Sky Aquarian, the same person.
I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that name.
Oh, she said she lived here.
I understood she still had some friends here.
She's, oh, medium height, sandy-colored hair, early thirties.
Oh, you must mean Gopi.
Gopi?
Yeah, I guess maybe I do.
You know where I might find her?
Not here.
Her consciousness never really developed to the level we all had hoped for,
despite her lovely name.
Yeah, well, which of her three lovely names are we talking about?
Gopi.
It means, "Cowgirl devoted to Krishna."
Baba himself gave it to her.
But then she turned her back on the way of truth,
our holy family here and our life of sharing.
I don't even like to think about her.
Oh, by the way,
she tells everyone that she's in her early thirties, but she's really 40.
We don't tell untruths like that here.
Well, she mentioned somebody by the name of Gordon Borchers.
You know where I might find him?
No.
Well,
I guess the load's just gonna have to rot on the truck.
Rot?
Yeah. I got a whole load of organic vegetables.
Bean sprouts, avocados...
You see, I'm in the produce business,
and I met Jane up at Big Sur, and I promised her if I ever had an overload,
she could have it at below cost, and, I mean, it's a shame.
You know, I've got hydroponic tomatoes,
bok choy, four or five sacks of brown rice...
We'll buy it.
Yeah. Well, I guess I could let you have part of it.
'Course, I'd have to talk to her first, I did promise.
She gets everything.
She already got all my George Harrison albums.
Well, that's between you and Gopi.
All I know is, a promise is a promise.
Okay, so call her.
She's probably up at Sunfire Institute,
hogging all the window seats.
Pardon?
Oh, we all went up to Berkeley, you know,
for the spring solstice, to hear Baba speak.
Do you think she'd let me have a seat by the window on the bus?
I was so angry, man, I had to get, like, super meditative that whole weekend,
and I never did get my flow back.
Really ruined the trip for me.
This Sunfire Institute, does Gordon Borchers hang out there?
I don't know much about that scene,
except it's really a joke.
They bought this funky old dude ranch in Placerita,
they put in a couple of hot tubs,
they think they got this really super spiritual place.
Well, thank you very much.
Oh, when you see Gopi,
would you tell her that when she borrowed my hair dryer,
the low-heat setting was busted.
She's gonna pay me back.
What ever happened to this life of sharing?
Oh, wow.
Sure.
Be judgmental.
You know who you remind me of?
Your father.
How did you know?
Oh, wow. He had a gun?
I can't deal with violence.
And do you think I enjoy it?
You know, we're both in trouble.
They got to me through that law office you worked at,
because you called them there this morning.
That's weird. I don't grok that.
What kind of office was it? What's going on down there?
Meditate on that.
Come to think of it,
there was a lot of really negative energy going on down there.
All right, now we're getting somewhere. What?
Century City.
Aluminum and glass and plastic.
Oh, heavy.
I don't exactly think that's what we're looking for, though.
It was just a law office, super straight.
What? What is it?
Oh, this is incredible.
Last night, Alan called me into his office, and asked me
to deliver a package to some guy on the Venice boardwalk,
but I forgot.
Who's Alan?
Alan Bayliss. He's a senior law partner.
But, you know, the package was probably just legal papers.
I mean, I don't think it would cause all this negativity.
Well, where is it? I want to see it.
Oh, could it wait a while? Gordon asked me to sweep out his van.
Sky, I have been shot at, I've traveled over 200 miles,
a rock took out my radiator.
You wanna see negativity? I'll show you negativity.
You see, the reason I forgot the appointment is, I stopped home first.
And when I saw those bill collectors, I absolutely freaked.
Then I met William.
He's this professional Rolfer...
Please don't explain, Sky.
Oh, hey, there's Gordon. Gordon.
Hey, I think we ought to take care of this other thing first, huh?
Have you met Jim? Jim Rockford,
this is Gordon Borchers.
This whole place is Gordon's idea, Jim.
The idea already existed, I'm just the instrument it traveled through.
Welcome to Sunfire, Jim.
Hello.
You here for pre-death?
No, it's just a business trip.
Pre-death is this really incredible process
Gordon developed for tuning the spirit.
It's not neo-Reichian, or anything like that.
Sky, I think we ought to be moving.
Oh, I'm sorry you can't stick around longer.
But listen, while you're here, feel free to use all the facilities.
Get naked, kick back, enjoy.
Come, dear.
I think I remember tossing the envelope in the back of my car,
with my food stamps and my Tibetan fertility hat.
Here, help me move the pyramid, okay?
Here it is.
There must be 25 grand in here.
There's $30,000 by my count.
Oh, wow.
This delivery at the Venice boardwalk,
how was that supposed to work?
I was supposed to be near the falafel stand last night at 7:00,
this guy in a fur vest would come up to me,
tell me his name, then I was supposed to be very cool,
hand him the package, and then be very cool and leave.
Fur vest, huh?
What was his name?
I don't remember now.
Hey, don't get mad. It was a very unusual name, hard to remember.
All right, you're gonna have to drive me back into Placerita,
and when my car is fixed tomorrow, we're driving to LA.
Now, Sky, I want you to think about this, huh?
Why would Bayliss' law firm be doing $30,000 bag jobs?
Probably just business.
American business, as we commonly know it,
makes money transactions through the mails,
through the banking system, et cetera.
It does not use cash drops after dark at a falafel stand.
Hey, I hear you.
Are you gonna get in the car?
Jim, I was just thinking, about this money.
Maybe we're going off all stoked,
without pausing to consider our karma.
I mean, maybe I was supposed to have this money
or maybe you were
or you and me together
or maybe Sunfire Institute was meant to have it.
Gordon, with all his incredible works that need money...
Do you have brain damage or something?
The people have guns who own this money.
Yes, but suppose it was karma that it fell into our hands?
Forget the karma and get in the car.
Listen, if we're going back down to LA,
I'll have to take the short pre-death tonight, instead of the long one.
I wonder if I can get a refund on my $200.
What is pre-death, anyway?
Sensory deprivation. In water, your sense of feeling is removed.
We also wear, like, eye flaps and earplugs so you can't see or hear anything.
Your senses are just shut down totally and completely.
After a few hours, really incredible things are revealed to you.
It's a mystical, transcendent experience.
And then you become confused and start to hallucinate, right?
Yeah, I read about that.
The Air Force was testing that phenomenon.
The Air Force? Those militarists?
No, you must be wrong.
Gordon invented pre-death. He calls it that, not out of negativity,
but because it simulates death,
which is the final transcendent experience,
the trip of all trips.
Sounds like a bargain for $200.
Look, I'm gonna be at my motel tonight,
and I'll pick you up at 8:00 in the morning.
Be out of the shroud and into street clothes, okay?
We don't wear shrouds. I told you, pre-death is positive.
Look, Sky,
don't mention the money to anyone,
do you understand? I mean anyone.
I'm hip. Gordon tries to screen everyone who visits Sunfire,
but we get some aggressive, competitive types sometimes.
Boy, I'd sure like to know what kind of dirt that money's hooked up with.
It's a puzzle, all right.
We know the sound of two hands clapping,
but what is the sound of one hand clapping?
Hello?
GORDON OVER SPEAKERS: You're not supposed to talk, you know that.
I can't get into it tonight, Gordon.
In using the concept "tonight,"
you show that you're still into time.
You've got to break through that time-space dichotomy.
External forces are impinging on my head. I'm hassled.
Okay, let's rap about your head.
I can't.
Sky, tell me what's hassling you.
Tell me what's been happening.
Yes, Sarah.
SARAH: Mr. Bayliss, a Mr. James Rockford on one.
Hello?
ROCKFORD: You got the envelope?
Yes, the messenger service just brought it.
Well, I'd love to have delivered it personally
and had the pleasure of meeting you, but you know how it is.
Some days you're just not up to getting shot.
Now, you got your bread, and we don't have any more to do with each other.
Jan Patten and I are off the hook. Comprende?
Yes, of course.
I'm sorry for any inconvenience.
I'm sure you are, Mr. Bayliss.
Don't spend it all in one place.
Say, sonny, I was just talking to Miss Aquarium here,
and she was telling me that she's got a good friend
who is a professional golfer.
Now, I know the way you wanna improve your game,
so maybe you could talk to the guy.
Dad, she didn't say "professional golfer,"
she said "professional Rolfer."
What's that?
You see, Mr. Rockford, Rolfing is a technique
for bringing the body segments into realignment,
the spine and the pelvis and the head.
We have to get our segments back on the vertical axis.
It's very important for our cosmic well-being, you know? In...
Nope.
Looks like they decided not to send you the last check.
Big surprise.
Oh, bumeroo.
Listen, if you could just drive me over to the bus station,
I'll head back up to Sunfire.
Hey, come on now. Now, what is all this?
Bayliss said he got the package.
Oh, he got the package all right, but we already read Sunday's papers.
Hey, I had nothing to do with this,
somebody switched the envelopes.
Why didn't Alan just tell us there was a problem?
Oh, he just put on that dumb show on the phone
so we'd think the pressure was off.
Look, why would I call Bayliss if I knew I'd sent newspaper instead of money?
All I know is that we're out of 30 grand,
and my car is junk underneath.
Hey, let's just be very mellow
and unviolent and remember that we're all human beings,
and part of the godhead, okay?
Shut up and go inside.
Oh, hey, I don't think we ought to go inside. My dogs are gonna go crazy.
We'll worry about your dog, okay?
He's a huge German shepherd. He just chewed up the mailman the other day.
You got a gun, I don't wanna see my dog get hurt.
Well, you go first and talk to Fido. Let's go!
Sergeant. Easy, boy.
Hey, don't worry. Don't worry.
Sergeant, easy. Easy, boy.
Hey, wait, don't hurt my dog, okay?
Sergeant. Oh, here. He's all right.
Down, boy.
Go, Sky, go.
Look, you're really being super hostile...
I don't want to talk about it.
Look, how could you do a thing like that?
What's the matter with you? I just...
I specifically said, "Don't tell anyone."
Didn't I? Didn't I say that?
Gordon's not "anyone," that's why I'm sure he didn't rip us off.
Oh, sure, sure.
And the money just turns into newspaper, right?
Next thing I know, I look in the mirror
and my head's turned into a pumpkin.
Gordon didn't do it, Jim.
Yeah, well, he blabbed to somebody who did.
The thing of it is, I told you, "Don't tell anyone."
Here, get the windshield.
They must have done it while I was at the motel.
Somebody made a quick switch while I was taking a shower.
That's the only time that that envelope left my sight.
Well, maybe Gordon did tell someone,
and someone who isn't on the same spiritual level that he is,
someone who's into wealth consciousness,
but Gordon made an honest mistake.
All Gordon has in his heart is love.
Oh, I know that.
I mean, a guy that would only charge you 200 bucks
to stick you in a water tank until your skin puckers,
when he could easily charge you five.
Wow, man, don't you denigrate that process.
And I'll tell you something else.
Even if someone at Sunfire did take that money,
they did it for a very good reason
that won't be revealed to us in our lifetime.
Now, that's karma.
That's manure.
Boy, like, Dylan really said it all, you know?
"Time will tell just who has fell and who's been left behind.
"When you go your way and I go mine."
Did Dylan say when any of this might happen?
Because I can hardly wait.
Oh, Sky!
Hi.
Did you hear what happened?
Moona had her baby?
No, it's Gordon.
He's gone to India.
He's gone to study with the holy men.
Joshua drove him to the airport this morning.
Isn't it beautiful?
Large number seven, heavy with the slices.
Hey, Dennis?
What are you doing, moonlighting?
Take a hike, will you? I can't talk. I'm undercover.
Well, when can you? I got a large problem, life or death.
A large with anchovies. Anything else?
How'd you know I was here?
Oh, well, Peggy told me you were on special assignment.
She gave me the address.
She did, huh? Well, she's in big trouble.
Two salads. Garbanzos on those?
Don't blame her. She didn't know what you were doing.
Listen, I'm really jammed up, pal.
Go to the alley, two doors down.
BECKER: That's it? You bothered me for that?
Well, what do I gotta do to count? Get dismembered?
Or will a simple maiming be enough? These guys had guns.
You see that restaurant over there?
That only happens to be one of your major number drops
on this side of the town.
Do you see that blind newsman?
That's Officer Todd Billings.
In that taxi, none other than Sergeant Stan Mayhew.
We got guys planted all over this place.
This happens to be one of your major stakeouts.
Dennis, gambling is a victimless crime.
I'm sorry, I can't say the same about my own murder.
Now, Bayliss is not gonna cop out
to what that money's all about,
but if you question him, you might rattle him.
You know what your problem is? You've gotten too used to personalized service.
You got a complaint against this guy, file it,
just like every other citizen in this town. With who?
Lieutenant Chapman for one.
Lieutenant Chapman? Why don't I just shoot myself in the foot?
He's the best you get today, buddy.
Dennis, can't you make a request to have Gordon Borchers
deported from India?
That way, we'd have the money, at least we could deal.
You expect an APB to be put out all over India for this Borchers character?
Where would we start looking?
Well, he won't be hard to find.
He'll be the only holy man driving an El Dorado.
Let me just see if I can recap, Lieutenant.
Jane alleges that I gave her an envelope
containing $30,000,
which she was to deliver to a man on the Venice boardwalk?
That's correct.
Well, that allegation has absolutely no basis in fact.
Jane, are you concocting this because you're still angry about the fact
that I wouldn't let you and the other girls smoke grass at lunch hour?
Oh, wow, Alan, it's better than knocking back three martinis, like you do.
Is that true, Miss Patten? Are you a marijuana user?
Oh, come on, folks, let's get off that stale old pot, booze debate
and get on with the issue of the money
and the two creeps with the guns that you sicced on us, Bayliss.
Lieutenant, the fact is, I wouldn't know where to avail myself
of two creeps with guns, as Mr. Rockford terms them.
Why don't you ask some of the secretaries around here
if they've seen those two guys?
Now, listen, you just shut up, okay?
Oh, that tough cop you do is very impressive, Chapman,
if you happen to be a 12-year-old.
All right, Mr. Bayliss, just for the record,
do you categorically deny all this?
I deny that any of it took place,
and I'm demanding, once again, to know if there are any specific charges
being leveled against me.
Well...
Even if I had some secret money,
do I look like the sort who would let a space cadet
like Miss Patten handle a $30,000 bag job for me?
Hey, it's Maceo Prentiss.
The Duke of Soul, isn't that what they call him?
He's a client, Mr. Rockford.
And as a point of information,
Maceo hasn't leaned on that Duke of Soul image for years.
He is a successful crossover from the R&B charts,
strictly mainstream now.
I stand corrected.
I did read, though, where he was having some kind of legal problem.
He ran over somebody in the parking lot of the Starland Club.
All right, let's go. Let's go... Miss.
Good thinking, Lieutenant.
And I still may file that complaint with the city attorney's office.
Just relax on that, will...
And I wanna correct something Mr. Rockford just said.
The legal trouble to which you refer is going to be resolved
in Mr. Prentiss' favor.
The musician who was run over was on narcotics,
so the felony drunk driving charge against Mr. Prentiss
is most likely to be dropped.
I'm just a music lover,
I'm not somebody from the trade papers.
Nevertheless, you do have your facts wrong,
and rumors are a show business curse.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
But here are some facts I have right.
You know the money you never had?
Well, we don't have it anymore either.
Even though it doesn't exist, if you want it back,
you ought to be talking to a guy by the name of Gordon Borchers.
He has your loot now.
Jim has no right to say that, he doesn't know that for a fact.
Here's the part you're gonna love, Mr. Bayliss,
or you would, if the money was yours.
Guess where the money's gone? Hmm?
India.
That's right.
There's curry, chutney, turbans all those good things,
so if you want your money back,
that's where you're gonna have to go to get it.
Not to me, not to her, we are out of it.
You're out of time, that's what you're out of.
Let's go. Wow, Alan.
I've never seen such gross lies.
I feel deeply sorry for you.
You're probably gonna be squashed by the karmic backlash.
I don't like the art work for this new album.
It looks like a kid did it.
Maceo, I think we should attend to this other problem. You can do that later.
So, the cops were out to see you.
So, what are we gonna do about it?
I think the best thing to do,
since the police are around the edges of this thing,
is just to forget the $30,000.
Just let him go to the cops? Is that it?
I don't think he will.
He didn't get his payoff, and he hasn't talked yet.
A lot of blackmailers are just threateners.
Very few people wanna be involved in the actual testifying.
And I can take that to the bank,
on account of you been involved with so many blackmailers, huh?
I haven't been involved with murder, either,
and I'm managing to cope with that.
Joey had it coming.
Mace, nobody has that coming.
Wasn't bad enough a bum like that takes Rosalind away from me,
farm-team bass player.
Lucky if he picks up a studio job here and there.
You didn't have to kill him.
But then to say them things about Roz,
after he drops her like an old shoe or something.
To say those things about a woman who killed her fool self over him.
Joe Vivian was scum,
he was something unhuman,
but you would never have killed him if your head wasn't full of coke.
I firmly believe that.
Try explaining that to a jury.
Maceo ran over a guy on purpose.
End of discussion.
Yeah, and try explaining it to Mac Grunning.
You see, that bum is gonna go to the cops
and tell them he saw that fight in the parking lot.
Mace,
I been with you a long time, and I only mean you well.
I think that we should remove Grunning.
Yeah, it's the only way.
Maceo, what is happening? You're talking about another murder.
I already done it once, there ain't no hope for my soul now, anyway.
This is crazy.
This is totally crazy.
The problem won't end with Grunning, don't you see that?
Now there's Rockford and that typist involved in this.
They've been to the police once.
Suppose they keep pushing it.
Then we'll have another murder on our hands.
Somebody may tie it together.
We're gonna have to take them out, too.
Mace, what are you...
We can't trust Grunning, we can't trust them.
You want out, say so. Just say so.
You know that's not it.
I'm appealing to you, Mace.
We go way back.
We both come up together.
I been with you since the Bronx,
when it was Little Maceo and the Cavaliers.
Remember?
Eddie sang falsetto, huh?
Dijon way down there on the bass?
Remember the times we used to have?
Just kids.
Stop it, Alan.
Three young doo-wahs
and a little shnook fresh out of CCNY law school.
We been through a lot together, Mace.
We built something.
I told you stop it!
And if you want out, just say so.
ROCKFORD: Well, this particular guy would kind of stand out.
He wears a fur vest.
He would have been here, oh, around 7:00 in the evening
this past Monday,
you know, just kind of hanging around, waiting.
There's a lot of people hanging around here.
Fur vests died out when Sonny Bono went network.
You know what I'd like? I mean, I'd really like?
Is about $20 worth of that falafel.
You know, I'm just crazy about that stuff.
There is one clown has a fur vest.
I see him out here sometimes, he's a pill head.
I think he was out here Monday, too.
He lives at the Ritz, by the sea.
What was his name?
Mac.
Mac. That's it.
That's who Alan said I was supposed to meet.
Mac. Real unusual name, Mac.
Here. "Mac Grunning. 3-1-4."
I just hope Mac can give us something
to take to that fascist lieutenant.
Say, you folks, got any spare change?
There.
Thank you.
Mr. Grunning?
Mac?
Hey, this is really, like, invasion of a man's privacy, isn't it?
Yeah, I'll cry tomorrow.
You stay by the door and listen for anyone.
Who's in the bathroom?
SKY: I am.
Well, come out of there. You don't use the facilities in an investigation site.
And what are you doing in here?
You were told to wait in the hall with the other civilians.
I'm sorry, but I'm sick.
I've never been to a suicide before.
Come on, out, out, out. Chapman,
did your men tell you about the glass from Starland?
Yes, they did.
Yeah, well, Maceo Prentiss creamed that musician
with his car out in the parking lot at Starland.
Mmm-hmm.
An eight-ounce tumbler ties Grunning in with that accident?
No, the man has a sink full of souvenir glasses.
Well, did you see his record collection?
He's got every LP Maceo Prentiss ever cut.
So, what are you saying?
Well, it's theory.
Mac Grunning was a Maceo Prentiss fan.
He goes down to see him perform at Starland,
and maybe he sees something pertaining to the accident.
And then he becomes so despondent over the fact
that his idol can't drive very well, that he hangs himself.
Oh, that's cute, Chapman, really cute.
You know, maybe Mac knew Prentiss was to blame for the accident,
and maybe he was trying to shake him down.
That's why the 30 grand delivery attempt.
Bayliss could have sent Sky down there with the money.
I mean, he'd stand out like a sore thumb, she fits right in.
She says there was a delivery attempt.
She says there was a guy named Mac.
Well, I'm not so sure that there was.
And even if there was, how do we know it's the same Mac in there?
Alan Bayliss or Maceo Prentiss could probably tell you.
I'm telling you, Chapman, the man hanging on the end of that rope
could have been murdered.
He's a suicide.
The man's hands weren't even tied,
not a sign of a struggle...
Grunning was a pill head. OFFICER: All right, clear the door.
I give you a snoot full of downers and some cheap zinfandel,
I could hoist you from the ceiling pretty easy.
He's a loser, Rockford. He got tired of barbiturates and took the Big Downer.
It happens everyday!
OFFICER: All right, back up, folks. Come on, back up.
Hey, hey, that's it, huh? That's the official department position?
The official department position
is that we don't harass citizens because somebody comes up with a theory.
Now, try to familiarize yourself with recent court decisions.
Keep everybody out of there.
OFFICER: Okay, let's clear the hall. All right, everybody, let's...
Hey, it's real bummer about Mac.
He was a good neighbor.
Yeah, it's terrible.
Yeah.
Hey, say, you got any spare change?
Mmm-hmm.
Mmm...
Yeah, okay, well, thanks a lot.
Poor little animal gave his life to make this?
You know, I've just about had it with you.
What's the matter?
I'm tired of your philosophizing
and moralizing and whining.
Whining?
Yeah. You wanna give me a sermon about the hamburger,
and you've got gall enough to eat it.
Ordinarily I wouldn't touch meat,
but I'm hungry,
and even the Bhagavad-Gita says...
Oh, just stow it, okay?
You know, if it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place, your flaky attitude.
You hand me problems at every turn, you can't remember anything,
now I'm buying your meals.
What can you do, lady?
My consciousness doesn't lend itself to problem solving
like yours does, okay?
I'm into an alternative lifestyle.
I'm a seeker after truth.
Now, what's so wrong with that?
Your alternative lifestyle comes out of somebody else's pocket.
You mooch, you borrow, you hardly work.
Anybody who doesn't go along with it,
they're fascists, they're unmellow, competitive.
All that love and freedom is just another way of saying, "Me first."
It is not.
Yes it is. You just don't have a sense of responsibility.
That's all there is to it.
What you mean is I'm not into structured living or accumulated things.
I'm into my consciousness.
Consciousness?
You're practically unconscious 24 hours a day.
What you're into is having somebody else do your thinking for you.
There's Gordon Borchers, Baba, the Bhagavad-Gita,
next it's gonna be Sam Levinson or Francis the talking mule, for all I know.
They have all the answers, right?
Don't you have any answers of your own?
Those are pathways to bliss.
Mmm-hmm, maybe. But you don't practice them, you just talk about them.
You flit from ashram, to water tank and back.
Are you any happier for it, huh? And look around you.
You see a lot of bliss out there?
I don't think I've done so bad for being 32 years old.
You're 40, I've seen your driver's license.
I was 40, but I'm making positive affirmations.
I am 32. I'm youthing myself.
You're 40.
But I don't wanna get old.
Well, neither do I.
Oh, but you see, we don't have to, not if...
There's nothing you can do about it, that's the way it is.
I'm sorry to be the bearer of the bad news.
There's no easy answer, you know.
There's no quickie nirvana.
You don't like it? Tough. Join the club.
Gordon has some answers. I feel it from him.
Good. Good. You want to talk about good old Gordo, huh?
Well, I have a friend out at LAX, and she told me
that there is nobody by the name of Gordon Borchers
who ever went to India yesterday morning.
What? That's right.
The guru went south with the loot.
Shut up.
Aha.
A little aggressiveness there, huh? Some negative energy?
Things aren't so mellow anymore.
I said, shut up.
If we had that money, we might be able
to deal our way out of this mess, but we don't.
Probably went out and bought a Dior prayer shawl and some electric sandals.
La Cuesta. What? I couldn't hear you.
La Cuesta. It's this plastic beach and tennis club
near San Diego, you know?
Yeah, I know. What about it?
Well, this really siliconed cocktail waitress from La Cuesta
showed up one time at Sunfire looking for Gordon.
Later on, he denied he'd ever been there. I believed him.
Well, of course he'd deny it.
No self-respecting Buddha would be caught dead in a place like that.
But I believed him.
I still do believe him.
Come on.
Two parts vermouth,
one part Crème de Cassis.
But the best one I ever had was at Fouquet's in Paris.
Where's the money, Gordy?
Who is that? Who is that? I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't have the time or the inclination
to reason with you, holy man.
Either you put that $30,000 in my hot little hand,
or I'm going to expand your consciousness with my shoe.
In my car! I hid it in my car.
Okay, let's go get it.
Gordon, how could you, man?
How could you? How could you cop out on me like that?
That's the sound of one hand clapping.
Right on the bottom.
Yes?
It's Rockford calling in.
Okay, Sarah, put him on.
You remember that money that never existed?
Well, I got it back.
Oh? ROCKFORD: Yeah, oh.
I wanna get it off my hands and close out business with you, pal.
Good.
It's been lost in the shuffle too many times,
and I'm not about to turn it over to anybody but you personally.
You can trust the men who work with me.
Oh, sure I can.
They take the money and then say I didn't deliver.
And I'm not about to stroll into your office and never stroll out again.
Yeah, well, that's fine with me.
I don't want a transaction taking place here, either.
Good, I'll meet you at the corner of Navy Street and Lincoln in one hour.
All right.
How about that.
Mace, let me just pick up the money, and let's let it go at that.
These two are witnesses, man,
to the fact that we tried to pay Grunning off, don't you see that?
Yes, but don't you...
You're gonna meet Rockford,
but Dijon and Eddie are gonna make him say where the chick is at.
Dijon wants to party with this Rockford dude, anyway.
A number four, two small orange juices and a pie.
What are you so nervous about, pal, huh?
Don't even open your mouth, don't even burp.
Now get in the car. Move.
Dijon, you don't need me. I'm leaving.
LY-12 this is 1-Y-9.
A possible ADW going down on the southeast corner of Lincoln,
two black males and a male Caucasian moving towards a blue sedan.
I see a weapon.
Damn!
Stop, police!
Hello, Billings.
All right, out.
I don't believe it. Three weeks work down the drain.
Well, I tried to get help from the department the legit way, you know that.
Three weeks work.
Our stakeout's blown.
I hope you're satisfied.
Oh, yeah. I'm satisfied.
SKY: My life has been changed, and so can yours.
Jesus has the answers.
I was born again, just as on the third day, He rose,
and so can you, any day you want.
Today, for example, is a perfect day.
Jesus Christ has the answers.
He's my Lord and Savior, He could... ROCKFORD: Sky?
Sky? Hello, Jim.
Well, it must've been four or five months. How are you?
I'm really fine, Jim.
Everything is really beautiful for me now.
That's good to hear, Sky.
My name is now Hester.
Oh, I see.
Have you heard about Jesus?
Oh, yeah. For many years now.
No, I mean about the way the Reverend Job Goodhew talks about Jesus.
Oh, I've heard of the Reverend Goodhew on TV and in the papers.
The Reverend's love for you is all in this book.
He doesn't even know me.
And he wants eternal joy for you.
Read about his love for you,
and how you can plug into the joy circuit that all men share.
It's $7.
Ask yourself how much you spend on your soul
in relation to how much you spend on your belly.
Yeah, I thought you said you might go back up to San Francisco and study art.
That sounded like a good idea. What happened to that?
This is my calling.
Painting graven images of man does not please the Lord.
And San Francisco is a terminal city.
The Reverend said it's going to be destroyed by a purifying earthquake.
He said that right after the cops shut down his operation up there,
didn't he?
I'll pray for you, Jim.
Because you love me, right?
Exactly.
Well, it was nice seeing you... Hester.
Goodbye, Jim. And God bless you.
Sky, why don't you knock off a few minutes,
we'll go get a cup of coffee. We can talk, have a Danish.
No, thank you.
Simon, Peter and I are supposed to stay here until after dark.
That's when our prayer monitor will be around to pick us up.
Yeah, well, it'd only be a few minutes.
What's it going to hurt? It's on me.
I'm doing the Reverend's work.
Jesus Christ is your Lord and Savior.
He's my Lord and Savior.
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