I want to file an assault and battery complaint...
and I'll give you a tip on a kidnapping.
[Alarm rings]
I was told that you were very reliable.
Reliable, but chicken.
Would you let go of my hand? I think you're gonna break my fingers.
If our stock goes down two or three points...
it could cost the company in the neighborhood of $10 million.
Did I catch over my limit or what?
You're under arrest.
[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]
(Dennis) Hey, Jimmy. This here is Dennis Garot. Remember me?
From the Army. I'm stuck here in town.
How about I come over and bunk with you, buddy?
(Leon) I don't care whether that happens or not.
Listen, Morrie.
You're up to your sweet tail in stock options and fringes...
so don't give me a lot of bull about what you can do or what you can't do.
You just get it done, or I'm gonna cut off your water...
and leave you swinging in the breeze.
Okay, you do that, then you get back to me.
(Stan) You see the Center City finance quotes?
Yeah. It's falling out of bed. Down five-eighths.
We keep the pressure on and the rumors flying...
we'll be able to pick up that thing for pocket change.
[Computer sounds]
You seen Alec Morris around last couple of days?
No. Why?
Morrie says he called in sick.
He's been acting funny. Talking about resigning.
Maybe you better find him.
Why worry? He's fixed. He's okay.
Look, Stan, when I want to argue, I go home to Phyllis.
Find him.
I want to take his blood pressure.
Okay, Leon. I'll have him here tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.
[Waves breaking]
[Knocking on door]
[Sighs]
Are you Jim Rockford? Yes. Sorry, can't shake hands.
I've been fixing my garbage disposal.
I've been pawing around down in there.
May I come in? It depends on what you want.
You buying, selling, or collecting?
I'm hoping I might arrange for your services.
Buying. Come on in.
I'm sorry, but I'm always a little cautious about men...
wearing pinstripe suits with briefcases.
Yeah, I'm a sucker for the Encyclopedia.
In my lifetime, I have bought three complete sets.
You're joking, of course. Yeah.
You said you were interested in my service.
Well, I...
Are we alone, Mr. Rockford? You're looking at the whole spread.
If what I say sounds slightly bizarre, I hope you'll...
You any good at fixing garbage disposals?
Have you tried the reset button? Yeah. Nothing.
Come on over. You can kibitz while I try to fix this thing.
Yeah, go ahead.
I'm involved in something very dangerous, Mr. Rockford...
and I'm involved very deeply.
What I need is somebody to act as a go-between...
a kind of liaison agent...
between me and several Federal agencies.
It'll depend on several inquiries that I've made...
What? Don't do that.
Put your hand in there like that when the switch is on.
Thanks.
What did you say you're involved in, Mister...
I'd rather not tell you my name just yet. Would you mind if I didn't?
Look, it's your name.
You should be able to give it out or keep it as you like.
Would you hand me that broom, please?
[Clearing throat] Would you be willing to act...
in such a capacity, Mr. Rockford?
You said it was dangerous. How dangerous?
I'm not certain.
Yeah, in all candor, if it's really dangerous...
I don't think I'd be particularly interested.
I don't understand. I was told that you were very reliable.
Reliable, but chicken.
Would you flip the switch for me, please?
[Machine humming]
Look, I don't mean to be glib, but if you don't tell me what the trouble is...
I'm not gonna agree to help you. It's as simple as that.
It's so bizarre, I don't think anybody will believe me.
That's part of the problem, you see.
[Knocking on door]
That's my dad.
He said he'd come over and help me fix this thing.
He's the one that jammed it up.
[Rockford grunts]
Hey, pal, will you give me a little help here?
[Knocking on door]
(Rocky) Hey, Jimmy. You in there, Son?
Hey, sonny, you in there?
[Groans]
Here. You okay?
What happened? I don't know. Wait a minute.
Yeah, I'm all right.
I told you to stay away from that thing till I got here.
You're supposed to turn the current off first.
Otherwise, you'd get burnt good and brown.
Oh, no!
You didn't get hit? It was the disposer, wasn't it?
Yeah, it was the disposer, Rocky. Give me a hand, will you?
You ain't on a case, right? Right. I'm not on a case.
What are you looking for?
A guy in a pinstripe suit, carrying a briefcase.
Somebody hit you.
Rocky, don't come down on me now. Jim, if you weren't such a...
What are you doing? I'm calling Doc Wheaten.
I don't want to see Doc Wheaten. Well, that's tough.
Look, I'm your father.
I got an interest in whether or not your head is leaking on the inside.
Now, you're getting so dumb I'm gonna have to take you out for walks...
and hold your hand in the market.
You're funny, Rocky. You're funny. Not really.
All right, you want to be a dummy, go ahead.
But if I was you, I'd get myself a helmet and I'd sleep in it...
'cause them head smashers is starting to line up for turns at you.
Rocky, I'm okay. Really, I am. Did you try the reset button?
Yeah. Did you try the broom handle?
Yeah. Are you gonna call the cops?
I don't think they'd want to fix it for me.
That ain't really very funny.
You get on that phone and call the cops. Tell them what happened.
Okay, I'll call them.
[Sighs]
Lt. Becker, please.
[Ringing]
Becker. (Rockford) Dennis, this is Jim.
You gonna be around for about an hour or so?
Yeah. What's up?
I want to file an assault and battery complaint...
and I'll give you a tip on a kidnapping.
Who got beat up? Who else?
Are you Mr. Rockford, the private detective?
Yes, ma'am.
Could I speak to you for a moment?
Sure. Would you care to sit down?
What is it?
Have you been working for man named Alec Morris?
I don't think so.
He said if anything happened to him,
I should get in touch with Jim Rockford.
What does he look like?
He's 6 foot, he weighs 180 pounds... Is his hair gray?
Then you do know where he is?
He came to my place last night.
He didn't tell me what his name was or what he wanted.
He just told me that he needed a go-between.
We never got too far into it 'cause two men broke into my place...
and they knocked me out, grabbed him and left.
No. Who is he?
My husband. Alec is my husband.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Morris. I didn't know.
He wouldn't talk about it, but something in that company scared him.
Where does he work? Fiscal Dynamics Incorporated.
The conglomerate?
Alec is the head computer programmer for the company.
Will you help me find him?
Well, Mrs. Morris, it's an open police case
and I don't work on open cases.
The police? How are they involved? I didn't call them.
I did.
Alec told me not to call the police. He was very firm about it.
He was kidnapped and I was assaulted.
When things like that happen...
the usual procedure is to go to the police and tell them.
But don't you see...
if Alec was kidnapped and the police are involved...
that might jeopardize his safety.
That's a myth.
Believe me, the police know how to handle these things better than you and me.
What are you doing?
Last night, when I made the report, I didn't have your husband's name.
Now I'm gonna have to give it to them. No, please. Don't!
I don't have any choice, Mrs. Morris.
If I know something and I don't tell them...
that's withholding evidence, which is a felony.
Hi, fellows, what's going on?
You James Rockford, the P. I?
Yeah. I'm not a private investigator today, I'm a fisherman.
It's pretty good fishing today.
Too many for me, if you like fish, I'd be glad to split them.
Just keep your hands right there.
What's going on? Did I catch over my limit or what?
You're under arrest.
Anything you say can be held against you. You have a right to an attorney.
If you can't afford one, one will be provided for you.
Damn! What was that?
I'm just getting a little sick of this. Works both ways.
[Seagulls cawing]
Okay, you're waiving your right to your attorney. Is that right?
(Rockford) I'm not waiving anything. I just don't see any point...
in running up a lot of lawyers fees...
till you know whether you're really in the omelet, right?
I found out about you from CICD.
You know, guys with records should be careful...
about playing games with the police department, Jimmy.
Yeah, that makes sense. What kind of game was I playing, Danny?
I got a call on you. I got a tip you're a wise guy.
So I figured we wouldn't waste time going through P.D.
Since you're cold on this thing, we'll just have a chat...
and turn you over to the county.
You're beginning to violate my rights.
I have a report here signed by you...
stating that a man named Alec Morris was kidnapped while in your presence.
Do you acknowledge making this report? Yeah, he was out at my place.
A couple of guys came in and knocked me down and out and towed him away.
Later, his wife came to me and said he'd been afraid...
and it all had something to do with Fiscal Dynamics.
That doesn't make a lot of sense, does it? I mean, the part about FDI.
No, I got to admit that that did bother me a little...
but that's what she said.
The police talked to Alec Morris.
He says that no such event ever took place.
That makes you guilty of making a false police report.
You think that's funny or something?
You get your jollies wasting the time of the police department?
I told you what happened.
You're in trouble, Rockford. We don't think this is much of a joke.
As a matter of fact, just to show you how unfunny we think it is...
we're gonna drop you in the county bucket for six months.
Where did you ever learn to be such a jerk?
Getting worried?
Maybe the guy who was taken out of my trailer...
isn't the same guy you talked to. Did you ever think of that?
Send in Mr. And Mrs. Morris.
[Typewriter clacking]
Morning, Mr. Morris.
What's going on? What's happening? You recognize them?
Yeah.
What are you trying to do, Mister... Rockford's the name.
He knows my name. I've never seen you before.
For the life of me, I can't understand why do you say that I have...
or that I was kidnapped.
How about you? I feel very sorry for you.
You must have a deep emotional problem.
I'm beginning to get one.
Thanks for coming by, Mr. And Mrs. Morris.
I'll have a car take you back to your house.
I don't know about you, Jimmy,
but I think you're in the omelet.
I want to talk to my attorney.
You get those papers over to me this afternoon.
Make sure your father co-signs that note. Okay, Solly.
I better have the pink slip to your car while I'm at it.
Will you cut it out? It's not like we never met before.
How many times I ever jumped one of your bonds?
You know the bail bond business, Jim. It's cash and carry.
The only good risk is a hooker with a big client list.
You skip out on this bond, and I'm coming after you with a net.
When you come over, bring the pink slip.
I never let my clients use Solly. He's a bum.
I can't understand why you keep going back to him.
Keep going back to him?
You make it sound like I never get off the police blotter.
I don't keep going back to him. I used him once or twice before, that's all.
Okay, Jim, we have a preliminary hearing on the third. Wear a tie.
Who are you?
[Typewriter clacking]
Is Alec around? How did you get in here?
I took the elevator from the lobby, I walked down the corridor...
I opened the door, and came in. Tricky, huh?
You better leave. They're pretty careful about unauthorized people.
Well, you see, I'm Alec's sister's cousin from Minneola, Washington.
Me, Harriet and the kids were supposed to go to Disneyland...
and Alec was supposed to pick up the tickets. I guess he forgot.
I'm double-parked downstairs with a station wagon full of kids...
who'll feed me to the sharks if I don't get back with six tickets.
If that qualifies me as a security threat, you guys got a big problem.
Over there. Thanks.
Hello, Alec.
How did you get in here? I shot the doorman.
You got me into a lot of trouble, Alec.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Okay. You want to start that way, we'll start that way.
No, wait. You don't understand.
Okay, we'll go to the bathroom.
Little Jase can hardly wait to climb the Matterhorn...
and Julie, I swear I haven't seen her this happy...
since she got her violin lessons last Christmas.
Men's room, 12th floor. Come on.
All right, in here.
I thought you said we're going... I lied. Get in there.
All right, Alec, start explaining.
And you better make a lot of sense.
Do you know what it's like to be terrified, Mr. Rockford?
No, I mean, really, honestly terrified.
I don't sleep. When I eat, I throw it all up 20 minutes later.
I'm so scared, I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
If you think you can scare me, you're plain out of luck.
You're just one man and I'm not going to tell you anything.
What happened when you came to my trailer...
you said you wanted me to act as a go-between.
Did I? I don't remember.
I suppose you know what you're doing to me with the police, Alec.
I'm sorry about that.
Your last chance, Alec.
You shouldn't hate me, Mr. Rockford, you should pity me.
[Elevator bell dings]
And check the bathroom.
Excuse me, I was looking for Miss Garrity in Steno.
You know where I might find her?
No, who do you work for? Esteen Brothers Stationery Supplies.
Why, is something wrong? Stu, Fred. Around here!
Here, I'll show you my business card. Could you hold this for just a minute?
He's on the seventh floor. Head him off by the staircase.
Here, pal, come on. Let me give you a little hand.
[Elevator bell dings]
[Tires squealing]
[Dog barking]
Don't tell me you're down to that.
No, I'm not looking for quarters.
I'm looking for my railroad watch.
Is that the one you took off Mr. Sherman at the poker game?
You ain't seen it, have you, sonny?
You might check the garbage disposal.
You don't think?
Hey, Rocky, anybody call?
Come to think of it, I had it right on this counter a couple of days ago.
Did anybody call, Rocky? No.
Yeah. It's on the pad. Some lady named Mrs. Parker.
[Clinking]
Mrs. Parker, please. This is Jim Rockford.
[Footsteps approaching]
(Teresa) Mrs. Parker is in the garage. You want to follow me?
Who are you? I'm the maid.
Uniforms all at the cleaners? I'm also a good mechanic.
Carburetion mostly, but I'm great at front-end alignment and fine-tuning.
[Metallic clanking]
(Doris) Teresa, hand me the inch spanner, will you?
Mr. Rockford is here.
Mr. Rockford, excuse the way I look. I'm trying to get this fixed before 5:00.
What happens at 5:00. Turn into a pumpkin?
It gets picked up by my head mechanic...
and trucked out to Riverside for the weekend.
You finish cleaning the carburetor jet?
No, it's still in the wash. But I'll get to it after class.
By the way, I didn't get to the dishes either...
and the kitchen is beginning to look like a Salvation Army Reclamation Center.
Let's not worry about it till later.
Go on to class. I'll see you when you get back.
She's really a maid?
She's a lot of things, but mostly she's a college student...
trying to get her degree in Chemical Engineering.
You didn't say on the phone why you wanted to talk to me.
I'd like you to see something first.
Well, that explains the guy with the camera. I wonder why he ran?
Is it true what you claim? That two men took Alec Morris out of your trailer.
I hope you won't think I'm getting too cagey, Mrs. Parker...
but I'm not sure I want to discuss it with you.
Have they threatened you or what? Who?
The people from Fiscal Dynamics. Why would they threaten me?
I'm just a cluck who goes around
giving false information to the police.
I believe everything in that article...
and I think Fiscal Dynamics is behind the whole thing.
Why? Are you working on this case?
What, do you mean do I have a client? The answer is no.
I'm just trying to get out from under this false charge.
I'd like to hire you to investigate my husband's death.
Who was your husband? My husband was Guy Parker.
Guy was killed in an automobile accident
on Mulholland Road about 18 months ago.
That used to be Guy's race car.
We used to team race it at the local tracks.
Guy was one of the best drivers in his class.
I couldn't believe that he lost control of his car on Mulholland.
He was just too good for that.
How does it all fit in with FDI and Alec Morris?
My husband had the same job...
with Financial Dynamics that Alec Morris has now.
I was always suspicious of that accident,
but I couldn't get anybody to help me.
The cops had it down as a traffic accident
and they weren't about to call it murder.
I think he was murdered.
And I think it has something to do with that company.
Will you work for me?
You seem to be the only one willing to stand up against that bunch.
Are you kidding?
I'm looking for a hole to climb in before they plow me under.
But you made the charge. That was before I knew what was going on.
I didn't even know about Fiscal Dynamics.
I'm afraid I don't understand. I thought...
Look, I'm about to get dumped into the county jail.
I'm not looking forward to spending nine months of my life...
in a 20 foot square room, being served creamed chip beef on toast...
because I was a good citizen and reported what I thought was a crime.
So I'm working on my own case.
Maybe it involves your husband's death. Maybe not.
How much do you charge?
$200 a day, plus expenses. I'll pay it.
I guess you don't understand. I'm not investigating your husband's death.
I'm trying to get loose of this indictment.
I think it all comes down to the same thing.
All I want for my money is for you to report back to me...
what you've learned. How can that hurt?
You're working on it, anyway. I'm offering to pay you.
You got a deal.
(Arnold) Mr. Rockford, I'm sorry we have to meet...
on my lunch break...
but I'm in a final audit with my clients.
You said you were interested in hiring me. Yeah.
I need a good financial analyst. How much do you charge?
It depends on the work. I charge $70 an hour.
Or if you've got a good deal, I might jump in for a percentage.
$70 an hour? Well, that's...
That's reasonable, that's what it is.
I had a deal last week.
My client wanted to drop $60,000 into Dynatron.
That's a little conglomerate in Philadelphia.
I spent two hours, found out the float in the stock was thin.
Recommended against it, it dropped three points.
I've already saved my client $150,000...
and I charged him $150.
If I take my kids to Wonderland, I can blow the same $150 in two hours.
I call that reasonable. What do you call it?
All right, what do you want me to do?
I want you to run a check on Financial Dynamics Inc.
Jerry, give me one of those chili things with onions.
You eating?
Two of those chili things. Only hold the onions on mine.
So you want to drop your little bundle in FDI?
That's a good choice. No, Mr. Love.
I want to drop my little bundle on you.
I want you to tell me all you can tell me on FDI.
You haven't been on the street very much, have you?
Not a whole lot. No.
I don't want to seem offensive, Mr. Rockford, I don't work for just anybody.
I'm a securities analyst. I screen my clients very carefully.
Because good clients are like good sailboats.
You invest your time in them and you get to go for a nice little ride.
That's why I'm in the field. You understand what I'm saying?
How many of your little sailboats do you have floating around...
in the Fiscal Dynamics puddle? Hardly a puddle.
It's one of the largest companies on the board.
Assets of over $2 billion.
You see, I think their head computer programmer...
is being forced to do things against his will.
I think it's just possible that there's a whole lot wrong with the company.
I'm willing to pay you $70 an hour to...
take a run through their financial statement, just see what might be wrong.
You're the detective in the paper, aren't you?
Yeah, my secretary clipped it out and showed it to me. Funny.
You got yourself hung out there, didn't you?
Look, Mr. Rockford.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with Fiscal Dynamics.
I don't have to research them for you...
because I have personally been through their financial statement...
at least 10 times.
I've spoken to Mr. Fielder a dozen times.
All of this before I let one of my clients invest in the stock.
That company is so healthy it's disgusting.
I'm giving you all this advice for the price of a hotdog.
I got to get back to work.
$6.36?
(Stan) I hope everything is finished.
(Carl) Yeah, I got it done last night.
After hours.
How come you guys never look at the stuff?
We look at it, Mr. Bovino. It's just we're in a hurry.
Mr. Gorrick, the money you guys loaned me...
for the new presses, I really needed them.
But it seems like a lot of money to pay back. You know what I mean?
What?
What is this?
I got to put so much of my profit to you guys to cover the loan.
And I got to work overtime for all that printing.
All I get is $700.
I think I should do better than that, under the circumstances.
I don't understand you, Carl. If you have a problem, speak up.
You got the problem, Mr. Gorrick.
Carl, I don't like what I'm hearing.
Now you know we have your note. We can call it in anytime we want.
If you can't pay up within 10 days, I own this place.
I can make some phone calls, you know.
I figured out what all this printing is for.
Took me a while, but I know what's going on.
Carl, you know why we have these things printed up.
It's part of the insurance brokers sales kit.
You go down to the street and you'll find...
that every broker has this material.
You want to call the insurance examiners or the SEC or the police...
you go right ahead.
You want the telephone numbers, call my secretary...
she'll be happy to help you.
But I don't like being threatened and I don't like being called a crook.
I guess I was wrong.
That's okay, Carl. Anyone can make a mistake.
The only unforgivable sin is stupidity.
[Door opens]
Mr. Rockford? Yeah.
I'm Ted Beaton.
I wonder if I might speak to you for just a moment.
Yeah, what is it?
Mr. Leon Fielder would like to have a chat with you.
Leon Fielder? Fielder?
He's the President and Chief Operating Officer of...
Fiscal Dynamics Incorporated.
Never heard of him.
He said it was really important that he see you.
He said he would make himself available to meet wherever you want.
However, if you could come down to FDI...
it would be a bit more convenient for Mr. Fielder.
What do you guys do?
John is a marketing analyst and I'm in product research.
You can tell Mr. Fielder I'll call about 3:30.
Could we convince you to come now?
It depends on how you want to go about it.
Please come now.
Sorry.
Okay, 3:30 then, Mr. Rockford. That will be fine. Thank you very much, sir.
You know, I think you'll really enjoy meeting Mr. Fielder.
He's quite an exceptional man.
[Car door closes]
[Car starting]
(secretary) Mr. Fielder will see you in a moment.
Mr. Rockford, I'm Stan Gorrick.
Hi, Stan. How's your head?
Mr. Fielder will see you now.
[Printer clicking]
(Leon) Sit down, Mr. Rockford.
If you're in the market and want a tip, buy North Eastern Life.
It's going to climb the ladder.
The markets that I go to...
sell things by the pound and wrap them in brown paper.
What are you up to, Mr. Rockford?
What's going on in your head?
(secretary) Sir, it's Arnold Love.
(Leon) What is it, Arnold?
(Arnold) Mr. Fielder, I thought I should let you know.
There's a guy saying some disquieting things about FDI.
What's that? He wanted me to look into your company.
He said there was something crooked going on.
It's absurd, of course.
But this is really the wrong time for rumors of any kind.
You got a point there. Who is he? The guy's named Jim Rockford.
That's the strange part.
The same one who claimed Alec Morris was kidnapped from his office.
He seems very determined.
With the North Eastern merger coming, we don't need any yahoos
Kicking the slats out of the stock.
I figured you'd want to know about it.
Maybe you can head this guy off.
Thanks, Arnold. I'll look into it.
[Clicks]
[Dial tone buzzing]
Would you care to comment? Yeah.
Isn't it against the law to give out inside information like that...
to guys like Love?
Technically, I guess you could say that,
but this sort of thing happens all the time.
My associates tell me that you've been here before.
That you tried to see Mr. Morris...
you hit Mr. Gorrick here...
and then when some of our junior executives tried to help you...
find out what you wanted, you ran away.
Mr. Rockford, now that I've met you...
I can't imagine you doing any of those things.
You had to be there.
Mr. Gorrick wants to notify the police.
It's a felony when you go around hitting people.
I've convinced him not to do that.
I personally would rather hear from you...
what you think is going on here.
I think you're a company full of sweethearts
and I wish you all the success in the world.
[Laughs]
You see, Stan, I told you. This is our kind of guy.
That's all, Stan.
I like you, Rockford.
I just want to tell you one other thing before you leave.
Would you let go of my hand? I think you're gonna break my fingers.
You see, you got to quit messing around with Fiscal Dynamics.
And the reason you have to do that is very simple.
Will you let go, please?
This company uses its stock to acquire other companies.
We trade stock. If you spread rumors about FDI...
and that causes our stock to go down...
take this North Eastern acquisition for instance.
If our stock goes down two or three points...
it could cost the company in the neighborhood of $10 million.
Mr. Fielder, if you don't let go of my hand...
I'm gonna have to take a shot at you.
I'm sorry.
You see, sometimes I forget how powerful I am.
Mr. Rockford, you're gonna have to quit running around and causing trouble.
Because if you don't quit spreading rumors about us...
I will have to get a hold of our lawyers.
And we're gonna have to institute a stock holder suit against you.
You could be sued for the entire amount that your rumors cost us.
That could be millions. That sounds very dangerous.
You know, our stockholders are just people like you.
All kinds of people. They are widows, they are plumbers, school teachers.
Now, when you hurt us, you hurt them.
And what I am interested in doing, Mr. Rockford...
is protecting their interest.
Do you understand that?
I really had no idea it was that sensitive. I really didn't.
You mean to tell me that I can ask a few silly questions...
and this great big company could lose $10 million?
Investors are very cautious. It doesn't take much.
Right now we're in the middle of a big acquisition.
Don't mess with us, Mr. Rockford, unless you want a pile of trouble.
You really made your point, Mr. Fielder.
You can bet from here on I'll stay out of your way.
Say, would you apologize to Mr. Gorrick for me?
Now that I've met him, he seems like a very nice man.
Would you let go of my hand? This is very childish.
What?
It is, isn't it?
Can I expect no further trouble from you, Mr. Rockford?
No further trouble.
That's good, because if there is...
I'm simply going to start legal proceedings against you.
What is it? What do you want?
We got to talk to you, Mr. Bovino. About what?
Some printing. We need some printing done.
Come back in the morning. I'm closed. I got to go home.
We got to talk now. Right now?
That's right, Mr. Bovino, right now.
[Grunts]
[Clattering]
[Glass shattering]
[Alarm blaring]
You can't quit.
They didn't threaten to sue you for $10 million.
Let me tell you something. If I'm your agent in this investigation...
they're gonna find out about it, they're bound to.
And then they're gonna name you in the law suit...
and they're gonna take your red racer down the drain along with my father's truck.
Not to mention everything else we own.
I don't care. They killed my husband.
I wouldn't doubt it for a minute, but what am I supposed to do?
I don't have anymore leads to follow. Yes, you do.
That's why I asked you to come over.
His name is Carl Bovino. So?
When I first read that article...
the name rang a bell, but I couldn't quite place it.
My husband told me that Mr. Bovino was a printer...
who had been contracted out by FDI to do the annual report.
Guy thought it was strange they use a little printer like Bovino...
instead of one of the big companies that usually do annual reports.
It says here his shop was burglarized.
He was working late, surprised the thieves and was shot.
It just could have happened that way.
What is it with you?
Do you want to go to jail for false reporting of a crime?
I don't understand. This may be a big break.
I had a talk with my lawyer. She says if I'm a good boy...
I don't write on the walls I might get out of this in about four months.
And I figured that's four months well spent...
if it keeps me from being sued for $10 million.
You're turning into a big disappointment for me.
Don't you ever think about anybody but yourself?
No. Well, yeah, sometimes at Christmas.
[Sighs]
All right, I do know a guy down at the police department.
I'll talk to him about this printer.
I'll find out what the cops know.
They're just gonna tell you it was a robbery.
You've got to get in to take a look at his files.
Absolutely out of the question.
But don't you see? He must have kept records of his work for FDI.
You've got to see what kind of printing he was doing for them.
Tell you what. Why don't you break into Bovino's shop and look around?
I'll go out to Riverside this weekend and drive your little red racer.
But I'll compromise. I'll go with you if you want.
I'm not afraid to break in there.
What I meant was... Chicken?
Yeah, kind of.
(Doris) It's sort of scary, isn't it?
Yeah.
Look, maybe you should talk to your friend on the police force.
You were right about that.
We should talk to him first, and then maybe we wouldn't have to break in here at all.
You're really turning into a big disappointment for me, Doris.
In your living room you sounded so confident.
Okay.
You're gonna be the wheelman on this caper.
So get out and get behind the wheel.
[Alarm buzzing]
[Keys rattling]
Get out.
Now if the police arrive and you take off without me...
I'll come after you and strangle you.
I won't leave you.
Besides, why would the cops come?
The burglar alarm, I'm gonna have to dismantle it.
You're pretty good at that?
I don't know. I've never done it before.
[Keys rattling]
[Creaks]
[Alarm blaring]
[Siren wailing]
[Alarm continues blaring]
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