03x02 - The Oracle Wore a Cashmere Suit

[bunniefuu]

(GRUNTING)

Remind me to send
the Great Clementi
a thank you note, will you?

I wish I'd met you
under different
circumstances.

Oh, what a team
we would have made, huh?

This man was
an out and out degenerate,

even by the standards
of this meshuggenah business.

Two days ago
my story was great.

I feel sure that Mr. Richards
had that sum of money on him.

There's $80,000
outstanding in this case
and nobody's found it.

Rarely have I sensed such
hostile secretive emanations.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(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)

WOMAN: Petty's Treehouse.
You've won our free
landscaping services

for one full year.

We'll mow your lawn,
top your trees, mulch, seed,
fertilize and feed.

Isn't that wonderful?

MAN: Come this way
a little more.
This way a little more.

A little on the left.

Okay, now bring it back
down there.

Bring it on this side
over here.

Down there.

Come this way a little more.
This way a little more.

Okay, now go over that way.

Down there.

Hey, over here
a little further.

Right down there.

That's good. Right there.

ROCKFORD: Hey. Hey, fella.

Look, I live over there.

Caselli, what's the problem?

Are you the officer
in charge here?

Hey, look, it's almost
6:00 in the morning.

I live over here.

You know,
they got county ordinances.

I'm very sorry about the noise
but I'm not a police officer,
Mr...

Rockford. Rockford.
Look, all I'm asking for is...

We found these two feet down.

Yes.

Yes, they belonged to a woman.

They might be hers. No.

No, these didn't belong
to a Caucasian.

Possibly a n*gro.
More than likely an Oriental.

Keep them
with the rest of the things.
Your lab may prove me wrong.

Now, I understand
about the annoyance.
I'm sorry about that.

I'm trying to help out
on a very, very difficult
missing persons case.

I get impressions from these.

Recent photos of the two
people that are missing.

You might have heard about it.
Got some media coverage.

The man is Rick Richards.

The young woman was
Allison Curry.

Was? She's dead?

You people have established
that for sure?

Well, there was
tremendous v*olence here.
Tremendous v*olence.

He says that they are dead,
that they're lying
near a body of water.

And when Allison Curry
is found,

one of her contact lenses
will be missing or busted.

This is the body of water
they're supposed to be
found near?

Quite possibly, yes.

At the very least,
I am positive

that something pertaining
to their fate will be found
in this area.

You just flashed on that,
did you?

You could put it
that way, yes.

They gave me one of Richards'
t-shirts. It led me here.

Look, I'll try to keep
the tractor noise down
to a minimum, all right?

Thanks. That's better
than nothing.

My name's Roman Clementi.
You've probably heard of me.

Again, my apologies.
Yeah.

ROCKY: Hey, sonny,
what are you doing up
so early?

Boy, I hope you got
some hot coffee.

Listen, you know
how I always been talking

about plnting a nice
truck garden for you and me?

Well, today is the day.

Mulvahill's Supply had
an early bird special
on that rototiller.

How about that?

I thought I'd come by
and see if I could find
my plumb bob.

You don't need a plumb bob
to plnt a garden.

What you did need was
to come over here

and wake me up early
in the morning and con me

into breaking my back
over that rototiller.

Well, sonny,
I did not neither.

It was just that it was
a real special plumb bob.

It was an award to me
from the Masonic Lodge.

Besides, I suppose it's gonna
hurt you to help me scatter
a few sacks of manure,

now that you're all awake
and everything.

Dad, you know
what's going on out there?

Hmm?
A police investigation.

See. The guy in
the slick coat,
he's a psychic.

Calls himself Clementi.

Is that so? Let me see.

Hey, I seen that guy
on Johnny Carson!

Oh, man, is he a quack.

He's stuffed fuller of beans
than a cheap burrito.

Well, there's something
very odd about it.

A few weeks back,
I was on a surveillnce.

A young guy
and a girl disappeared

two days after I
started tailing them.

And now this psychic is
right out here on my beach

searching for their bodies.

I don't like the coincidence.

I'm gonna do
some nosing around.

You know, when I was a kid,
there was old Mrs. Acker.

She could look
into the future.

She was always
giving the neighbors readings.

Then one day she was
crossing the tracks

and she got k*lled
by the Panama Limited.

Now you'd have thought
that if she could look
into the future,

she'd have seen that train
coming, wouldn't you?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, Dennis. Hey, come on in.
I was just trying to call you.

Hello.

Jim, I'm gonna come
right to the point.

Mr. Clementi here...
Well, he feels or he says
he knows, or whatever,

that you know something
about Rick Richards
and Allison Curry.

Something that you're
not telling.

What did you do,
Mr. Clementi?

Take a pair of my socks
off the line and rub them
together?

No, Mr. Rockford.

It was when we shook hands
a few moments ago outside.

Rarely have I sensed such
hostile secretive emanations.

I can't apologize for my gift.
I see what I see.

Jim, I gotta ask you.

How did Mr. Clementi know
you were involved
in this case?

Who knew but you and me?
And I didn't tell him.

I mean,
what did bring him here?

(CARS HONKING)

ROCKFORD: Richards was padding
his expense account
very heavily.

My second day on the job

I saw Richards
and Allison Curry off to bed

and then I packed it in
for the night.

The next morning
they were nowhere around.

So, when I read in the paper
that their car had been found

and foul play
had been suspected,

I called Sergeant Becker
and told him everything
I knew.

And he thanked me for it.

You didn't talk to Miss Curry
or Mr. Richards

the whole time you had them
under surveillance?

BETH: Mr. Clementi is not
a law enforcement official.

I fail to see
why he's present.

Mr. Clementi is here
because I want him here.

This is my precinct.

In the interest of fair play,
I'll... I'll leave.

But before I go,
I wanna say one thing.

I feel and I sense

that Mr. Rockford had
some sort of communication

with Miss Curry
and Mr. Richards.

I don't believe you guys.

Two days ago
my story was great.

Then this joker comes along
reading his tea leaves...

This ''joker'' was very helpful
to the Chicago P.D.

on the Tomasito-Bockner
murders.

He led them right to
the high school boiler room

where the K*llers tried
to incinerate the bodies.

Now that's only one case
where he's done
some very startling things.

Now I want you to fill us in
on Richards' and Curry's
movements

the entire two days
of your surveillance.

Okay, that's it.

Look, it took me a few hours
to go through this thing
the first time.

I'm not gonna
go through it again.

Unless, Lieutenant,
you'd like to start filing
the proper papers.

BECKER: Jim?
Yeah?

I just want you to know that

I don't think there's
anything to any of this.

It's all right, Dennis.
I know you gotta spout
the party line.

I know how it all lays out.

Lieutenant Chapman is a yo-yo,
but maybe it's not terminal.

Now I'm not even sure
he believes in
all this mumbo-jumbo.

He just has to have some bones
to throw to the press.

Yeah. Well,
I gotta call my wife.

She's having car trouble.

Buy you lunch?

Oh, no, they've already
taken up too much
of my working time.

I'm supposed to
be tracking down
a runaway kid in Topanga.

Well, look,
the new book is gonna

hit the stands
in about 1 2 weeks.

You're dragging
your feet, Ben.

Sergeant, I hope
you don't mind, this'll be...

Take your time.
Take your time.

No, no, no. Nothing.
Go ahead.

Oh, you're joking. Come on,
now how could you blow
the air date?

Spare me, Ben.

Merv is an old
and dear friend, you know.

Without the beard?

(CRUNCHING)

ROCKFORD: I don't think your
brother ever was in Topanga.

I checked the home address
you gave me,

plus the road crew yard
he said he worked at.

I even checked
the post office, too.
I'm sorry.

I'm sure you did everything
you could, Mr. Rockford.

Thank you.

Oh, I made up a bill for you.

By the way, when I
contacted you yesterday,

I didn't realize you were
a man of such notoriety.

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

Hey, look, I don't know
what's eating you, gentlemen,

but I'm sure we could have
a nice, quiet conversation
about it

without any more
of those gut-sinkers, huh?

Conversation?

No, Mr. Private Pig,
we is busy men,

so we not gonna
have no chit-chat.

So just tell us
where is our 80 G's.

I wish you'd have asked me
before you went ripping
through here.

Look, I cleaned the place
yesterday and there's
no 80 G's.

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

There I am,
sitting in my lady's crib
just watching the TV news.

And the man, the...
Como se dice?

MAN: Psychic.
Yeah, him.

He comes on, saying this guy
Rockford knows something

about Rick Richards,
something he ain't telling.

I'm jumping from
mama chair, saying,

''This dude knows
about our money.''

Yeah, the psychic's
been doing me
a lot of favors lately.

You don't believe in that rot,
do you?

All right. No offense.

I never quarrel with the other
man's religious belief.

I believe in this, chico:

The cops picked you up.
They think
you know something.

So what am I supposed
to think?

MAN: And I personally gave
Rick $80,000 to score us
some coke.

Then, two days later,
he's gone.

Now they said on TV
that you were following him
that weekend.

You tumbled on our coke deal
and you wasted Rick

so you could grab our money
or our snow.

The pig cops never found
either one.

Look, I've never seen
any of you fellas.

I don't know anything
about any cocaine or money.

(RING TAPPING)

Hey, now look,
I haven't got it.

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MAN: What's happening
over there?

Remind me to send
the Great Clementi
a thank you note, will you?

On my personalized stationery.

Jim, your real problem is
that now you do know

something about Rick Richards
that the police don't.

He was moving
large amounts of dr*gs.

Certainly a fact
of prime importance

in any homicide investigation.

And you're trying to say
I ought to go see Becker

and tell him what happened?

Show my good faith?

Question some of the girl's
friends. Dig them out.

Hey, Dennis, is there
some place we can talk?

No, Jimbo, I'm swamped.
What's on your mind?

Come on. I got something
to tell you

but not in here, all right?

Can we just find a room
off to the side?

There's something
I'd like to tell you.

What's he doing,

driving more nails
in my coffin?

Jim, I'm a skeptic.
But a couple of hours ago,

that man woke up from a nap
in the Lieutenant's office,

said he had a headache.

New insights into
the Richards-Curry thing.

Dope. Hard dr*gs.

Said he's almost certain that
Richards was dealing stuff.

CLEMENTI: Well, an image keeps
presenting itself to me.
A sum of money.

$80,000, $85,000.

I feel sure that Mr. Richards
had that sum of money on him.

Dangerous forces were
gathering around his persona.

We let Richards' secretary
gander some narco mug sh*ts.

Who does she I.D.
but Leo Booth and some
of your other big wholesalers.

She said she'd seen Richards
occasionally talking

with these guys all hush-hush.

Now even I have to admit
that's pretty damn good.

Jim, I gotta ask you this.

In your surveillance
you ever get any drifts

about Richards and narcotics?

Becker?

But how?
How could he possibly?

A hunch, a lucky guess,
a long sh*t, a...

Well, some people say
that a hunch
and ESP are the same thing.

Although, I guess there is
a difference, huh?

I mean, there can be a psychic
who's not a phony, right?

Well, the next step.

The police have finished their
examination of the automobile

which was found bloodied,
near Los Tunas Road,
or on Los Tunas Road.

Now I'm going to
experience that car.

I'm gonna live in it,
sleep in it.

If that automobile has
anything to say,
I'm gonna know what it is.

(LOUD INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

Another schlocky carbon
of Fleetwood Mac!

Basically, just another
garage band.

I don't know why my time's
being taken up with them!

Barry Silverstein?
My name is Rockford.

They told me to see you
'cause Les Goodwin is
out of town.

Wait, wait. Sally, k*ll it,
will you? Right now.

What's your problem, man?

(MUSIC STOPS)
Sally, send the demo back

with my notes,
enclosed with it, ''I hate it.''

''I hate it.''
Will do.

Go.

My name is Rockford.

Your boss, Les Goodwin,
hired me a few weeks ago

for a surveillance
on Rick Richards
and Allison Curry.

Les Goodwin's
out of town, man.

Yeah, right.

Oh, Rockford's the name.
I dig.

Yeah. You're the detective

that psychic-shmychic
was talking about
on the news last night.

You know, Les never bothered
to tell me he hired an eye.

Let's see, Rick's expense
account peccadilloes, right?

That's what they let me
think, anyway.

Oh, you sound miffed.
I am.

I should have been told
up front that Richards was
dealing cocaine.

Narcotics has a way
of causing big problems.

Like the ones I'm having now.

We supposed to know
everything about everybody
who works here, right?

I'm betting Les Goodwin knew,

and all you exec types knew.

One of your secretaries is
about ready to figure it out.

You see, the cops
should have been told

as soon as they found that car
near Los Tunas Road.

In a way, I agree, okay?

But wiser or bigger heads
prevailed.

Look, little Ricky was
way over the edge, man.

I mean, he was doing
more than dealing dope
by the carloads.

The man was
an out and out degenerate,

even by the standards
of this meshuggenah business.

He had to go.

So the expense account thing
was just a way of doing it

without airing all the really
dirty laundry, huh?

You got to have something
to hand the trade press.
It's done all the time.

Hmm. Not at my expense,
it isn't.

So the company apologizes
from the bottom
of its corporate heart.

Look, unfortunately,

dope is the lubricant
that keeps the great
wheels turning.

You gotta hand it
to the artists

so they can stand up
long enough to produce
something coherent.

You gotta give it to the jocks

if your records are
gonna get any air play.

Standard procedure,
part of Ricky's job.

Oh, I see. And he could have
ruined it for everybody.

Who needs another
payola investigation?

(SNAPS FINGERS)

Yeah well, you see,
there are three g*ons

who think that I have
80,000 of their dollars

or a load of their cocaine.

Now what I wanna know
from you, sport, is

who am I dealing with?

Now one of these guys is
a drummer.

He has good hands.
Good hands.

Yeah, every third guy is
a drummer.

I'm piddling
my morning away here.

Yeah, well, this is
a record company

and I got to
start someplace.

Now one of these guys
was a Latin.

He had a tooth earring.

Now give it
the old college try.
You can do that, huh?

An earring, huh?
Yeah.

Ray Ochoa. Ray Ochoa.

He used to have a band
called Salsa Ray.

We had them under contract,
as a matter of fact.

We couldn't sell their LP's

if we threw in wine
and free downers.

I don't know where
you'd find him except,

why don't you try
the Musicians Referral
Service, on Pico.

Oh, yeah.
Well, thank you
ever so much.

You know,
that was quite a trip
come to think about it.

You know, Ray once wrote
a love song to Allison Curry.

They were getting it on
when she was working
as a gofer here.

It was laughable.

Barry, it's almost 1 1 :15.

Oh, I'd love to sit
and schmooze,

but I'm late
for a doctor's appointment,

then I go up against
William Morris
at Le Restaurant.

Oh, you were supposed
to have been asleep

when our twosome
disappeared, right?

So, what's with
the psychic lounge act?

Oh, he had
a cosmic wrong number.

It's like Stevie Wonder says,
right?

''When you believe in things
that you don't understand,
then you suffer.'' Shine on.

(CHATTERING)

You mean to tell me
that little old gal
with the missing brother is

a friend of that Clementi's?

Man, I just can't
believe it.

He was on Johnny Carson.

Yeah, my little trip
out to Topanga was
just a snipe hunt.

It seemed to me,
even at the time,

that she took the bad news
about her brother

a little too well.

They wanted me
away from the trailer.

Come to think of it,

not just the trailer.

I knew I wasn't that clumsy.

Whoever was messing
around in my car
must have moved these.

That's how come I sat on them.

The guy in the white car must
have bugged my trailer, too.

Sonny, I don't get it.
This fella bugs you,

he bugs your car,
he has you followed.

What in blazes for?

I think I'm what politicians
call a stalking horse.

MAN: No clear prints
inside or outside the vehicle

except for the girl's
and Mr. Richards'.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Both the jack and jack handle
are missing from the trunk

and yet the spare tire
had never been used.

CLEMENTI: Yes, well, the jack
handle was probably...
Just tell me what you found.

Forensic work takes time,
Mr. Clementi.

Now we just finished
a very difficult case
for Interpol in Geneva.

We're tired,
but we're trying our best.

(WHISTLES)

Mr. Clementi.

You got some dents
in the back bumper here.

Anybody check those out yet?

A bent antenna.
That could be significant.

You know, it's incredible.

This morning I had an image

that you had something
you wanted to tell me.

I'm glad I left word so that
you'd know where to find me.

Would you like
a cup of coffee?

Sure. Maybe you can tell me
how I take it.

Hey, why don't you and I
go find a nice private room

where we can discuss
all the trouble you've been
causing me lately.

Look, I'm sorry
about the trouble.
But you forget it's not me.

I am just a vehicle which
higher powers act through.

Bicycle rack was attached,
I imagine.

Oh, it looks like too heavy
to be a bicycle rack.

Looks more like
a motorcycle rack to me.

But then, you're the expert.

What do you think
about those gouges?

You think maybe somebody tried
to take the rack off

without loosening it
all the way?

How much are you paying
these guys?

I doubt that these dents
are significant.

Well, what is significant is
that you missed it.

I'll send someone
after my equipment

and to present you
with a bill, Mr. Clementi.

Well, there goes the old ESP.

Well, of course,
you're a disbeliever,

so naturally all of this is
suspect in your eyes.

Not that I have to defend
my methods to you.

But those men are
not here as a substitute

for my psychic probing.

They're here as an aid to it.

Whatever they found
would have been

subjected to the powers
of my mind.

I would like to discuss
the party favors

that told you
about the cocaine

while I was getting bounced
around my living room.

Party favors?

Yeah, bugs,
little listening devices?

I'll tell you what, swami.
Let me try a name on you.
Roland Foot.

Do you get any impressions
from that?

He drives a white Ford,
license number 343 PCE,

registered to Foot Private
Investigators, Lake Tahoe.

But I don't know
what you're talking about.
I don't know any Roland Foot.

Well, I'm betting
that you have a source
inside the cops,

somebody who told you
that I had been questioned
about this before.

That's how you showed up
at my beachfront.
Blew everybody's mind.

You have
a fertile imagination.

Of course, I sensed that
about you right away.

You show up at my beachfront

and you use me
as a sounding board.

Rockford knows something
he isn't telling.

Now when that hits the media,

there are certain people
who start worrying about me.

Like the K*llers,
for example.

Now maybe they try
to buy me off.

But more than likely,

they try to hush me up
with a blunt instrument
for good.

Now we're in the area
of paranoid logic,

and I don't follow any of it.

No?

The great clairvoyant has me
all bugged and shadowed.

Then he reports what he finds
as a great revelation
from beyond.

And when the cops solve
the case,

the great swami goes
on The Merv Griffin Show
and is a big hero.

Oh, sells a lot of books.

In the meantime,

I need a plumber
to help me swallow my lunch.

I would advise you
not to lay hands on me.

I am not exactly a novice
when it comes
to the art of Akido.

Oh, well, then now's
the time to use it, swami,

'cause I've planned our day,
and if you refuse to go along,

then the next TV appearance
you make,

they're gonna carry you on
in a peach basket.

Did you lie about Rockford
or not, you piece of chicken?

Tell me, man, because I'm sick
about this money we lost!

No v*olence, please.
No v*olence.

Look, for reasons of my own,

I said some things
about Mr. Rockford
that weren't true.

Now I convinced the police.

I don't know what he knows
or he doesn't know
about Rick Richards.

Get over here.

Now look, why don't you stop
being a jerk long enough

to ask yourself a question?

Would I be in your dump
of my own free will
if I had $80,000

or a fat load of cocaine?

Now we don't know nothing!
We ain't got nothing!

I want his wallet
and his flash watch.

Well, they're not
mine to give.

Oh, no, not the watch.
This is Gerrard Perregaux.

Oh, yeah?
You're a sentimentalist, Ray.

Barry Silverstein over
at Panzer told me

Allison Curry
used to be your girl.

I can see you're real
broken up over what
might have happened to her.

My girl?

Chico, that mamasota was
everybody's girl.

Could you leave me
a little something
in case of emergency?

Allison was
Silverstein's lady first.

Then she made the rounds

till she come all the way
down to Rick.

Bummed Silverstein out.

He was always moaning
how Rick had turned her
into a garbage bag.

But that chica had
a natural talent for it.

Hey, Larry,
I'm just thinking.

Now Silverstein,
he's Head of Talent.

Only he's never been
able to recognize it
when he seen it.

(LAUGHS)

ROCKFORD: All right.
All right.

Let's all just smile though
our hearts are breaking, huh?

You realize of course
that what you're doing
constitutes kidnapping?

You're already an accessory
to as*ault and robbery.

Where are you taking me?

The police.
So you can tell them

all the terrible things
I've been doing to you.

But first,

let's talk about some of
the things you've been doing.

Well, since this whole
ugly chapter is about
to be concluded,

I'd like you
to tell me one thing.

Were the gouges on that
car bumper that significant?

(CARS HONKING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

228, Portage Circle.

No, as a matter of fact,
follow that truck right there.

(DOG BARKING)

Hey.
Oh, come on.

What does a person have to do
to get rid of you?

You were right
about the motorcycle.

Oh, this is
a godforsaken place.

What are you looking
at me spooky for?

You think you're dealing
with a kid?

Well, how did you find them

from some gouges
on the bumper? I...

Well, it seemed to me

that somebody tore
that motorcycle rack

off the back of that car.

And I figured a k*ller
in a hurry to get away,

and the jack
and the jack handle missing...

The police, you know,
think the jack handle was
the m*rder w*apon.

Yeah, maybe so.

But with the jack missing too,
and they're both up
on the side of that hill,

somebody actually tried
to jack that car up.

But the spare tire is virgin,

so they didn't do it
to fix a flat.

I got it.

He got stuck in the sand
up there.

So he tore the heavy
motorcycle off,

threw it down,
so he could jack up the car.

And you just
backtracked to where
the car was finally found

on Los Tunas Road.

I was just lucky.
It was a long sh*t.

Guess we'd better go
call the police.

CLEMENTI: Long sh*t or not,
I wish I'd met you
under different circumstances.

Oh, what a team
we would have made, huh?

Oh.

(GROANING)

She's a pretty girl, Jimbo.

Hey, that was a nice piece
of detective work
on your part.

Yeah, but where's the water?

Nothing.

I remember somebody
saying that the corpses
would be found

near a body of water.

This place is practically
the Gobi Desert.

Sergeant, Mr. Rockford?

Are you kidding me?
Water tanks don't count!

I will bet you there are
several hundred thousand
gallons

of water in that t*nk.

Lieutenant, what would you say
constitutes a body of water?

How many gallons?

I'd say, anything
over 50,000 gallons.

Most people would agree
with you.

I would say
any large amount of water

sitting still like that
constitutes a body.

Oh, for the love of...

Watch yourselves, everybody.
This is all poison oak here.

Poison oak? That's all I need.

Well, at least part
of my prediction came true.

Oh, come on, fella,
if you're gonna count

water tanks, swimming pools
and public restrooms,

you gotta leave L.A. not to be
near a body of water.

It's one of those predictions
you can't go wrong with.

Let me tell you
about this fake.
He set me up.

Here. See this bug?
There were two of them.

One in my car
and one in my trailer.

Huh?

He had a private detective
following me,

reporting all my movements.

Guy named
Roland Foot from Tahoe.

You check it out.
That's right.

That's right.
Roland Foot works for me.

I don't know
anything about that.

Roland Foot is
an Apache Indian.

Now many American Indians
are psychically tuned in.

Spiritualists use...
Don't laugh.

Spiritualists use them
as spirit guides.

Mr. Foot was following
Mr. Rockford. At my behest.

He was gathering extrasensory
perceptions

for me to compare
mine with. That's all.

Would you listen
to this gobbledygook!

Gobbledygook? What about...

What about his convoluted
twisted reasoning

for finding those bodies?

Now I was right
in back of him.

He came up here,
no hesitation, no search,
nothing.

Went right to the bodies.

Now I always said
that Mr. Rockford knew
something he wasn't telling.

That's why I followed him.

Didn't you say something
about the bodies being found
in poison oak?

Look at that.
Look at him scratching.

Now he's been doing that
all day.

Yeah, that's oak, Jim.

And a virulent outbreak, too.

You didn't get that just
in the last couple of hours.

Why did you
come back up here?

I know why.
You hid the bodies.

Then you came up here now
to find out if they were
still obscured.

All right, he's beginning
to tick me off.

How did you come by
the poison oak?

It's as common in L.A. as...
As bodies of water.

All right, there's a guy
named Ray Ochoa,
1 48 Kings Road.

Now he confessed
that he was a fraud
to Ray Ochoa.

Well, of course I did.

I had to. You would have
done the same thing.

This Ochoa,
he deals in dr*gs.

I was dragged there
by Mr. Rockford
against my will.

I mean, there were three
desperate dangerous men there.

I was in fear of my life.

I mean,
look what they did to me.
He is responsible for this.

Me? They were gonna
chop you into dog meat.

I saved his skin.

Did you take him there
against his will?

Okay. Okay, fine.
I don't have time
to educate you guys.

Now you can keep
your water tanks and your ESP

and the whole stupid thing.

I'm going home to bed.

Oh, no, you're not, Rockford.

You're going downtown.

DIEHL: You should be thankful
you weren't booked
on suspicion of m*rder.

Well, you just keep
plugging away.

I know you've got
your heart set on making
a fool of yourself.

I just go by the facts,
my friend.

I don't want him
in here again.

Oh, it's okay, honey.

We're going out
into the real world, anyway.

I just wanted to tell you
the press is here, Lieutenant.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's the M.E. report.

Death caused
by multiple contusions
and skull fractures.

Both dead about two weeks.

Let me see that.

Well, I'll be damned.

Allison Curry did have
a contact lens missing.

The left one.

There's not a sh**t
of poison oak around.

This is the only place
I'd been off the pavement
for at least a month.

You can get it
from particles in the air,

or even from
having physical contact
with an infected person.

I'm not asking
for any racy stories,

I just thought that maybe you
borrowed somebody's clothes

or in touching
someone or something.

Now wait a minute.
It started on my hand.
And I am pretty sensitive.

And Clementi made a big deal
out of shaking hands with me.

But then, he hasn't got it.

Jim, if you're as sensitive
as you say you are,

I'd be thinking
about seeing a doctor
before it spread any more.

Now I'm still wondering
about handshakes

and doctor's appointments
and love gone sour.

What?

Shine on.

Mr. Silverstein. Barry.

Hey. Rockford, right?

You don't mind
if I don't shake hands?

Last time I did, I got myself
in a lot of trouble.

You got a minute?
I'd like to chat.

Sorry, man, but I'm late
for Yoko's birthday party.

Oh, really?

How'd you know I was here?

Oh, I just snuck into your
office after hours

and had a look
at your calendar.

I also took a look
at the doctor's appointment

you had the other day.

Yeah, Doctor Marvin Weintraub.

I gave him a call.
His service said
he was a dermatologist.

So?

You know I like to watch
'40s films on the late show.

I used to think
detectives were a gas.

Why didn't you tell me
that Allison Curry was
your lady for a while?

Who handed you that gem
of misinformation?

Heard it
through the grapevine.

Marvin Gaye's version
or Gladys Knight and the Pips?

Ray Ochoa's version.

Well, no wonder
it's all wrong.

Ochoa's been crazy with grief

ever since the cha-cha
and pointed shoes d*ed out.

Yeah, I guess you heard
that they found
Allison Curry's body.

And Rick's.

They just didn't bother
to mention

they found the bodies
in a patch of poison oak.

It's pretty dark
up on Los Tunas Road
late at night, isn't it?

I mean, a guy could step
into a patch of poison oak
real easy.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

I didn't wanna k*ll them.

I didn't wanna k*ll them.

The scum, that...
He ruined her.

I didn't wanna k*ll them, man.

Nobody ever wants to, Barry.

The suspect made
a full confession

shortly after he was taken
into custody:

Apparently, he had had
an intimate relationship

with the female victim
which ended badly:

For a long time he blamed

the male victim,
Richards, for this:

In the early morning hours
of March 22nd,
at Chutney's Pub,

apparently the suspect was
too drunk to drive:

He telephoned the victims
to pick him up:

A drunken altercation started,
which resulted in

the suspect b*ating
the two victims to death

with a golf club that was in
the rear seat of the vehicle:

He then hid the bodies
off Los Tunas Road

and abandoned the vehicle:

And that's all I have to say
at this time:

That's all he...

How come he didn't tell
who really caught the guy?

Well, objectively speaking,
I would have to say

that my contribution towards
the solving of this crime

was probably minimal,

even though the remains
were found near a body
of water as I predicted,

and even though Miss Curry's
contact lens was missing,
as I predicted:

Disgusting.

As long as they're
out of my life.

Isn't that something, though?

How he was right
about that body of water.

And the contact lens?

Especially the contact lens.

Oh, I know he played
a lot of tricks
and was sort of a crumb,

but somehow, someway,
he did know about that.

Hey, Jim, you know that fella
pretty good now,

and you know how
I been looking high and low
for my plumb bob.

Why don't you ask him
if he could use
that SEP system of his

and help me find it?

What everybody
seems to overlook
about the contact lens is

that Clementi was alone with
the bodies for quite a while

and his fall
down the hill was a phony.

I just make a little old joke
about my plumb bob

and he goes
and jumps down my throat.

Well, forget about
your plumb bob for a minute
and think about this.

There's $80,000
outstanding in this case
and nobody's found it.

Now why hasn't the swami
flashed on where that is?

Or maybe he has flashed on it.

Before, you were saying
he was a con man.

Now you're saying
he's something else?

Oh, he's something else,
all right.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

Well?

Yeah, well, Silverstein thinks
he saw a safe-deposit box key

on Richards' necklace
when he dumped the bodies.

He thinks.

There, now who could have
taken it besides Clementi?

I mean, he's gonna turn up
his nose at $80,000, tax free?

Come on, he's not
that kind of a low-life.

What kind of low life is he?

Now, come on, Dennis.

I wanna nail
this suede shoe hustler.

Come on.

Hello?

I believe a Mr. Roman Clementi
is there in your studio.

Yes, would you please tell him
that it's Casey Patterson

from the police department?

It's very important.

WOMAN: He's right here.
He's coming to the phone.

Yes. well, this tragic case
did have some positive
aspects, at least for me.

Everything I predicted
did come true.

I met all those wonderful
people at the L.A.P.D.

And Mr. Jim Rockford,
whom I did make
some honest mistakes about,

but whom,
at this moment,

I consider
a very good friend of mine.

And incidentally, Del,
and everyone,

my latest book
will be out in July
and will include this case.

Now, as you know,
I made a lot of predictions
about this case,

and I would like to make
some final predictions

on the air, right now,
if you and the studio
audience don't mind.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

(SIGHS)

I sense...

I sense the police are
somewhere in this building.

If not in the building,
they're somewhere close.

As you know, I had predicted
the sum of 85,

80-some-odd thousand dollars
being involved in this case.

Well, I see

a safety deposit box.

No, it's a shoe box.
No, it's a safety deposit box.

I see a bank, a street.

I see a sign.

(STAMMERING)
Entrada Street.

No, Entrada Avenue.
Entrada Avenue.

I see some numbers. Wait.

8483, and they're
on the box.

I feel positive
if the authorities go
to that bank

and look in that box,
they will find something
pertinent to this case.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

I just wanna know
if it's gonna stick.

Sure.

But I really don't see
why you don't let it slide.

It's been nearly three months.

Not a chance.

You don't have to go.
You can wait here if you like.

Okay.

You say that you dreamed
that your little dog was
in trouble

even before
the pet hospital called.

Well, thank you, dear.
Do keep on dreaming.

Next.

Hello.

You don't need to put
your John Hancock
on this one, swami.

It's already been signed
by all the right people.

Oh, come on. Ben? Ben?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

CLEMENTI: (WHISPERING)
Ben, come here.

An injunction
to stop sale of the book.
They can't do that, can they?

You used my name in the book

and I don't remember
you asking my permission.

Look, I would hate to see
a talented man like you

destroy himself career-wise.

In the book, you come off
as the prime mover
of the whole case.

I seem to recall the phrase,

''Moderately intelligent
private detective.''

Well, come on, don't take me
out of context, miss.

Ms...

Jim, it's not important
what I say about you.

The important thing is
that you are there in print.

Do you know what my book
can do for your business?

I know what it'll do
for yours.

Look, you'll be
deluged by offers.
I know it. Big contracts.

I'll bet you'll be able to
open that office you've always
wanted to open overseas.

Paris, London, Rome.

I mean, do you think
that Pinkerton got
to be Pinkerton

with Yellow Page ads?

Yeah, but broadcasting my name
burns me as a detective.

Without anonymity,
I can't work as well.

So your book doesn't help me,
it harms me.

No. No, you're
doing this deliberately.

Okay. I have an idea.

I am booked
for The Tonight Show
Tuesday night.

Come with me.

Clementi and Rockford, huh?
Together again.

Just like when we broke
the spine of the case,
hand in hand.

Oh, my dad and I are playing
miniature golf on Tuesday.

Are you insane?
Do you know what this
injunction will do to me?

Do you have any conception
of what it entails

to take all references
to you out of the book?

Look, there are 250,000 copies
already published.

I have personal appearances,
autographs...

Hey, you're the psychic.

You know, I would have thought
that you'd seen this coming,
swami.