The Rockford Files (1974–1980): Season 1, Episode 18 - Say Goodbye to Jennifer - full transcript
An old war buddy of Jim's, now a fashion photographer, hires him to track down a beautiful fashion model, whom the authorities claim was killed in a fiery multi-car accident. It turns out the model -- whom several people want dead because of her suspected role in the murder of her nephew -- is hiding in Seattle, and it is up to Jim to find out why.
I want to know
what's happened to her.
She's a prime suspect
in a murder case.
Then there's no question
that this is Jennifer Ryburn?
There's no question.
According to the coroner,
Jennifer is dead.
She's in the morgue.
So I hope you've been
straight with me.
'Cause if I find out
different...
I'm going to come after you
with a pack of dogs.
I think I just met
the Godfather.
It could get dangerous.
[Telephone ringing]
(Rockford on
answering machine)
This is Jim Rockford.
At the tone, leave your name
and message.
I'll get back to you.
[Beeps]
(Mrs. Lindis)
This is Mrs. Lindis.
Three times this month,
I come to clean...
And it always looks like
people been fighting in there.
Furniture broke,
things tipped over.
I'm sorry,
But I quit.
Believe me...
I can explain.
Now, look.
I don't care what you heard.
I can explain.
Give me two minutes!
[Gun fires]
Two minutes...
[gun continues firing]
[Glass shattering]
(Rockford)
There were two shots fired.
Only one of them ended up
in Ricky Pont.
Jennifer Ryburn was with him.
Either she bought
the other bullet,
or she pulled the trigger.
(Mitch)
No, I don't believe it.
You don't have to believe it.
The cops do. They have
a "wanted" out on her.
They don't know Jennifer.
You don't know her.
[Camera clicking]
She could never kill anyone.
She was with Ricky Pont.
Okay, she was with him.
She saw what happened.
She panicked, she ran.
What's wrong with that
for a theory?
The cops don't buy it.
They're not always right,
you know.
And they're not always wrong.
Is he in there? Can I go in?
Is it okay?
You sure everybody's
got their clothes on?
Too bad.
For somebody who's known me
for 20 years...
how come you keep forgetting
that I hate home movies?
You kidding? I've still got
that reel from Korea.
When're you gonna break down
and look at it?
When are you going to start
taking no for an answer?
We go through this twice,
three times a year,
every year.
What's it going to hurt
to have a look? You'd get
a kick out of it.
No, I wouldn't.
Sure you would.
Seeing the two of us...
the way we were.
You know what it cost me
to buy that film off the guy
who shot it?
Yes, $65 and I'm
not going to look at it.
You looked at the tape?
I ran it.
And?
I still don't like
home movies.
So will you quit
dropping them off
on my doorstep?
I thought
if you saw Jennifer...
if you saw more than
what's on the wall here...
Mitch, you only knew her
for six months.
You're climbing out on a limb
and asking me to chop it off.
I won't do it.
I won't accept that.
You're gonna have to
accept it.
I don't deal in open cases.
I particularly don't deal
in them when...
my poking around can
get an old friend
in a lot of trouble.
I want to know
what's happened to her.
What's happened to her
is on the front page
of the papers.
She's a prime suspect
in a murder case.
She didn't kill Ricky Pont.
I know her.
When the cops find out
how well you know her...
they're going to be
taking your picture.
They're gonna think
I killed him
because I was jealous?
That's right, that's what
they're going to think.
And it sure is gonna get
Jennifer off the spot.
Jealousy is a classic motive.
For your sake, I hope
they find her. Fast.
[Tires screeching]
[Sirens wailing]
[People yelling]
What made you think
it might be Jennifer Ryburn?
The description on the news.
I was going to a dinner party,
listening to the car radio.
What about the man
she was with?
He couldn't tell us very much.
He picked her up hitchhiking
a few miles south
of Santa Barbara.
He never even knew her name.
He died a few hours ago.
Is it Jennifer Ryburn?
I'm not sure.
Dr. Stuart...
when a body is
this badly burned...
the dental ID is
all we have to go on.
I said I am not sure.
I'll have to check my records.
I have a great many patients.
I don't go to dinner parties
and carry their records
with me.
We can arrange a car,
you can pick up the charts...
and we can have you back
at your party within the hour.
Back at my party?
This may be routine to you...
but Jennifer Ryburn is
my patient. And if that
in there is...
I'm going to be ill.
All right. Take it easy.
[Elevator bell dings]
Why don't you go home,
get a good night's rest...
and come back
and bring the charts
in the morning.
She's not going to
go anywhere.
(Rocky)
I'm leaving.
Why? I told you
I'd fix your truck.
I'm not through.
I am. I'm an old man.
What little time I got left,
I ain't gonna spend
waiting around for you.
You been using
that phone again?
I came in to get a cigarette.
Now, do you want me to
fix your truck, or do you
want me to buy you a beer?
Well...
Yeah, well...
[clinking]
Here.
It's that Mitch guy
you got on your mind?
You wouldn't believe him,
Rocky.
He's running around like
an adolescent with a crush
on the homecoming queen.
He's 40 years old.
He thinks he's 14.
[Telephone ringing]
Forty's got nothing
to do with it.
It ought to. You ever see me
mooning around like that?
That was different.
Well, it was.
All right, it wasn't.
Hold on a minute.
Jennifer Ryburn is dead.
Two days after
I talked to Mitch...
it was in all the papers
and he just disappeared.
Hello?
Mitch, where have you been?
You don't know
how many times...
Yeah.
Sure, I can.
Okay, I'm on my way.
See you, Rock.
What about my truck?
(Rockford)
Where are we going?
I'm gonna buy you
a plane ticket to Seattle.
Jennifer was born there.
Her parents are gone,
but there's an uncle.
He lives in a little town
about 15 miles
outside the city.
I talked to him
but she hasn't been in touch.
Mitch...
Now, she's alive.
Mitch, I understand
how you feel.
No, you don't.
You never met her.
In the time I had with her,
I didn't want to share.
Especially with a talent scout
like you, old buddy.
I want you to know her.
You're going to love her.
You're going to like her.
Mitch...
Listen, I saw her.
I was in downtown Seattle.
It was outside one of those
big, high-rise
office buildings.
The Puget Building.
All of a sudden,
there she was.
You saw somebody
who looked like her.
That's not a face
that I'd mistake
for anybody else.
Her hair was
a little longer...
she'd lost a few pounds,
but it was Jennifer. I wasn't
more than 25 feet away.
She went into the building.
I followed, but I lost her.
When I went into the lobby
she was gone. I hung around
for about four days...
but she didn't show up again.
She's there, Jim. Somewhere.
I want you to find her.
I don't believe in ghosts.
Neither do I.
It was Jennifer.
According to the coroner...
Jennifer is dead.
She's in the morgue.
All right.
Check the coroner.
Prove I'm wrong.
This is the chart
Dr. Vernon made up.
Forensic dentist?
That's right.
What happened to Philbin?
Retired.
Vernon itemized and typed
the fillings, inlays,
porcelain crowns...
diagrammed and x-rayed
the jaws and teeth.
Do you want copies?
No.
This chart we got
from Dr. Stuart...
the decedent's
personal dentist. Take a look.
There's no difference.
Then there's no question
that this is Jennifer Ryburn?
Officially, we have to wait
for the coroner's inquest.
Unofficially,
there's no question.
That's an official
police vehicle. Don't lean.
What are you sore about?
Your hot tips. Double check,
maybe they got
the wrong stiff.
It's happened.
How often?
Do you know
who they got in there?
Jennifer Ryburn?
Are you sure?
I was sure before I came here.
In making
a positive identification...
teeth are as good
as fingerprints.
Only if you got something
to check them against.
Is that a fact?
Hey, Dennis...
come on, you know
what I'm saying.
I know what you're asking.
Dr. Evan Stuart, her dentist,
he came over.
He counted the teeth.
Thirty-two, the fillings,
4, 1 gold crown.
The front ones capped,
so she'd look nice
when she said cheese.
Thanks a lot, Dennis.
Which reminds me...
it's my lunch hour.
I appreciate it.
Your turn to buy.
Rain check, Dennis.
Just a minute.
What makes you think
it wasn't Jennifer Ryburn?
I never thought it wasn't.
Whatever gave you that idea?
(Rockford)
Mitch?
Yo!
Yo?
It's one of those things
I've always wanted to say.
How are you, pal?
What will you have?
It's a little early, isn't it?
It's got to be 5:00 somewhere.
That's something else
I've always wanted to say.
No.
You saw the coroner?
No, but I had
a friend of mine,
Det. Becker, check it out.
All very official,
all the details.
And, of course,
they say it's Jennifer.
It is.
Wrong. She's in Seattle.
You've got the plane ticket...
I'll give you a $1,000 now,
and more if you need it.
They have her dental charts.
They check out.
I'd go myself, but with me,
it'd be a question of luck.
You're trained. I mean,
you do this for a living.
I'm not going to Seattle.
You won't go?
That's right. I won't go.
All right.
Come on.
What do you think
you're doing?
I'm going to do
what you won't, pal.
I'm going to find Jennifer.
Mitch, just
put the suitcase up.
Wait, Mitch! Damn it, wait.
Come on, we talked enough
about it.
Jim...
I've got to find her,
you understand?
All right,
I'll make you a deal.
No, you're not
going to stop me.
A deal, Mitch.
I want you think
for a couple of days.
No, you're not gonna stop me.
I want you to think about it
for a few days.
The coroner's report,
the dental charts.
If after a week,
you're still sure...
that that was Jennifer
you saw in Seattle, I'll go.
[Waves crashing]
[Sighs]
Rocky.
I didn't know you were here.
I didn't see the truck.
You didn't see the truck?
No.
Imagine that.
You didn't see the truck.
All right, what is it, Rocky?
You got any objections
to your old man
calling on you?
When you're in a bad mood,
yeah.
Maybe I ought to call first.
How much does here
phone-answering gadget
cost you?
I got the payments down
to about $17.50 a month.
How many months?
What difference does it make?
I'm paying for it.
Then why don't you use it?
[Beeps]
(Rocky)
Hey, Jimmy, it's Rocky.
I got the truck over here
at Harry's Garage.
You can pick me up anytime.
[Dial tone buzzing]
[Beeps]
Son, if you
ain't gonna pick me up,
would you give me a call?
You got the number.
[Dial tone buzzing]
[Beeps]
I've been waiting on you
three hours.
Harry don't give loaners.
I'm sorry, Rocky. I forgot.
Harry don't give loaners.
You sat there for three hours
getting sore because
you wouldn't spring for a cab?
I took a cab. It cost me $10.
Not from Harry's, it didn't.
Would you mind letting me
sit down, Rocky, so I can
go through my mail?
There ain't nothing.
I already went through it.
Just a few bills...
and somebody is suing you.
Suing me?
Irwin, Bailey & Stope.
Attorneys at law.
What's it say?
We have a client
interested in your services.
Mr. Rockford,
I'm Carl Birrell.
How do you do, Mr. Birrell?
Sit down.
[Door closes]
You're working for somebody
who thinks Jennifer Ryburn
is still alive.
Who?
I'm not working for anybody.
I understood you wanted
to hire me.
You understood wrong.
What I want is information.
In that case, I'm afraid...
Sit down.
You're going to give me
that information, or I'm
going to take you off.
You've been sniffing around
the coroner's office,
asking a lot of questions.
If the stiff they got
down there is not
Jennifer Ryburn...
I want to know.
You mind telling me why?
Yes, I mind.
Who hired you?
That's confidential.
Under the circumstances...
I never met the man.
He called. Said he read about
the accident in the papers...
he didn't believe
she was dead.
He saw a picture of her once
in a magazine, fell in love
with her.
World's full of yo-yos.
This yo-yo have a name?
G.W. Frawley, Indianapolis.
That's it?
That's it.
Mr. Rockford...
Jennifer Ryburn
killed Ricky Pont.
She was a suspect
in a murder case, but...
She killed him.
I'm going to
tell you something
so you know I'm serious.
I know you're serious.
Ricky was family.
You know how I found him?
He picked my pocket.
Twelve years old,
that's all he was.
I reach for my wallet,
come out with his hand.
Punk kid. Gutsy.
He didn't have no family,
so I took him in.
He was like my own.
Like my son.
So I hope you've been
straight with me.
'Cause if I find out
different...
I'm going to come after you
with a pack of dogs.
[Camera clicking]
(Mitch)
Okay, now, can you lean back
just a little more?
No.
Come on, now, sure you can.
Sorry about that.
Just a little more.
Like that. Lovely.
[Grunts]
Just beautiful.
[Clicking]
Right there. Hold it now.
Lovely.
[Phone ringing]
Don't move.
Mitch!
All right, move. Hello?
Mitch, I'm taking
that trip to Seattle.
What changed your mind?
It's too complicated
to explain...
but I think I better
get out of town for a while.
I'll take a flight out
first thing in the morning.
I'll call the travel agency.
No, Mitch, wait a minute.
This is important.
There's somebody new
in the picture.
I think I just met
the Godfather.
It could get dangerous.
So I want you
to stay out of it.
Whatever you do,
don't talk to anybody
about Jennifer.
And don't talk to anybody
about me.
As far as we're concerned,
we don't know each other.
You got that?
No.
Well, don't forget it.
I'll be in touch.
[Knocking on door]
[Knocking continues]
Who is it?
(Mitch)
It's Mitch. Open up.
What? You're going to
shoot me?
I ought to. What are you
doing here? I told you
to stay away.
Relax, now. I'm only going to
stay a minute.
You don't even know me,
remember?
You're going to need money...
and you're going to need this.
Now, I worked on it all night.
Remember I told you that...
there were some changes?
Her hair's different,
her makeup...
I airbrushed in
all the changes...
Mitch.
You can show this around
and you...
Mitch! Jennifer's dead.
If you believe that,
why are you going to Seattle?
Because I got a plane ticket,
and it's 1,300 miles away
from Los Angeles.
Did you see anybody
hanging around out there?
What's the matter with you?
What the hell's going on?
I told you, if I start
poking around
there's gonna be trouble.
Well, there's trouble.
Carl Birrell.
She never should've gotten
tied up with Ricky Pont.
When she told me about him I...
That's history.
We're into current events.
Birrell called me in today.
He knows somebody thinks
that Jennifer's alive.
I gave him a phony name.
That was at 5:00
this afternoon.
He can't check it out
till tomorrow, but then...
he's going to come
looking for me.
[Sighs]
So that's why
you're running away?
You bet.
For how long?
Till I can figure out
how to handle to this.
You never really planned
to look for her, did you?
You've got the plane ticket...
and a picture.
There's $1,000
in the envelope.
You're going to be
in Seattle anyway.
I'm an eccentric. Humor me.
All right. I'll look for her.
Thanks.
What time's your flight
tomorrow?
I'm on standby for 7:00
in the morning.
Call me before you leave.
Yes.
I mean it.
You call me before you leave.
I want to make sure
that you're all right.
I'll call.
You find her, Jim...
and I'll give you big bonus.
I'll buy you a hamburger.
Not after you get my bill.
[Waves crashing]
[Door closes]
[Phone ringing]
[Phone continues ringing]
Hey, Mitch?
[Metallic clinking]
Hey, Mitch.
Mitch?
Mitch?
[Dialing telephone]
[Phone ringing]
Det. Becker, please.
[People chattering]
(Sgt. Becker)
This joint has got
the best veal in town...
you know that?
Why don't you have some?
You're eating enough
for both of us.
When are you going to
eat your lunch?
Aren't you ever going to
pick up Carl Birrell?
When we get something on him.
Mitch is dead
because of Birrell.
You don't know that.
I know it,
I just can't prove it.
Birrell had a couple
of his goons staking out
my place.
And when Mitch
showed up last night,
they picked up on him.
Followed him, tried to beat
some answers out of him.
Like...
how could they find
Jennifer Ryburn.
They know where to find her.
At the County Morgue.
What if she's alive, Dennis?
(waiter)
Phone call, Mr. Rockford.
They said they tried to
call your home and your father
referred them here.
It's a Dr. Stuart's office.
Tell him I'll call him back.
No, go ahead, take it.
It's not important, Dennis,
forget it.
Dr. Evan Stuart, the dentist,
calling for Mr. Rockford?
No. But Mr. Rockford
is right here.
Dr. Evan Stuart
calling for you.
Hello? This is Jim Rockford.
Thank you for calling back.
No, that's what
the problem is. You see...
I have a family dentist
back home in Florida.
Florida.
What happened is,
I bit down on an olive pit.
I wonder if I could
bring the bridge...
by Dr. Stuart's office
around 6:30 tonight?
Would he mind waiting?
I have meetings all day.
I'll try to get there sooner
if I can.
Thank you. I appreciate that
very much. Yes.
6:30.
[Hanging up]
He has
an excellent reputation.
You hear about him
all the way back home
in Florida?
You have to be inventive.
You know how hard it is
to get an appointment.
I bet you do this
all the time.
No. Not all the time.
Let's see your bridgework.
Come on, open up.
I have 32 just like
everybody else.
That's it. Two nurses,
a secretary, x-ray technician
and a bookkeeper.
He's alone.
You sure he don't have
no patients in there?
You've been watching.
What do you say?
Hey, don't talk to me like
I'm some dummy.
What happened,
that was a mistake.
Birrell don't like mistakes.
I hit a lot of guys
a lot harder. They didn't
die on me.
This one, I handle. Come on.
Doctor?
Dr. Stuart?
Doctor?
Dr. Stuart?
[Gun cocks]
(man)
Don't move.
You move
and I'm going to kill you.
I'm not moving.
Who are you?
I said don't move.
I've got a gun.
Who are you?
My name is Jim Rockford.
I called this afternoon
for an appointment.
If you think I'm here
to hurt you, call the police.
I won't try to stop you.
I couldn't if I wanted to.
You have the gun.
What do you want?
I just want to ask you
a few questions.
I'm a private detective.
I have some identification...
I could reach it
with my left hand.
Slowly.
You better sit down.
I could have killed you.
I know.
They came in here
asking a lot of questions.
(Rockford)
About Jennifer Ryburn?
Did you tell them anything?
The last time they started
asking questions, a man died.
You know who they are?
No.
But I know who sent them.
File a complaint
with the police, let them
take it from there.
[Water running]
No, I'm going to
handle this my way.
Handling it your way will get
Jennifer Ryburn killed.
She's dead.
Doctor...
a few years ago, I was going
with a girl. She was a model.
We had
the damnedest argument...
when she told me
she wanted to have
all her back teeth pulled.
She wanted that gaunt look.
She got it.
Jennifer has it, too.
But the girl in the morgue
has 32 teeth.
I could give the information
to the police and let them
check it out.
You're here to help her?
Yes.
I've known Jennifer
since she moved
to Los Angeles.
I was her friend.
The morning after...
Ricky Pont was murdered...
she came to me...
terrified.
She said she had to disappear.
That's why you made
the false identification?
She said, if ever
I could bury her, to do it.
Then I heard
about the accident
on the freeway.
Young girl, same age...
hitchhiker, no name.
Body virtually incinerated.
So I...
went into
the coroner's office,
viewed the remains...
and offered to bring
Jennifer's charts in
the next morning.
Then you made a chart that
coincides with the dental work
you'd seen.
That's right.
As far as I know...
Jennifer is still alive.
But...
I don't know where she is.
I do.
[Plane engine roaring]
[Thunder clapping]
[Rain pattering]
[Inaudible]
You buying or selling?
I'm buying.
Come on in.
(Ross)
Sit down. What can I
do for you?
(Rockford)
My name is Jim Rockford.
I'm from Los Angeles.
Somebody recommend me?
No, I picked you
out of the phone book.
Why me?
It said, "Discreet service
at discreet prices."
How discreet?
$150 a day, expenses.
Why? What do you charge?
$125.
We could split the difference.
Professional courtesy.
I said sit down,
that's professional courtesy.
The going rate
in Seattle's $175.
I know. I checked.
So, what are you buying?
I want you to help me
find someone.
What took you so long?
It was a rush job.
Most places take 24 hours,
minimum. But I happen to
know this guy.
How much?
It'll be on the expense sheet.
How much?
As a favor, $25 bucks.
For one picture?
You're the guy in a hurry.
All right.
I want you to start...
with the garage attendants
work your way up
to the 5th floor...
and I'll start with the 6th.
Work myself up
to the penthouse.
You know the head
of security here?
No.
Introduce yourself,
it'll probably save you
some time.
Probably'll have to slip him
a few bucks.
What are you trying to do,
make your nut
for the whole year...
on this one gig?
Information costs.
You spending your own dough?
Okay. But only if you have to.
And only a few bucks.
We'll meet down here
on the hour, just in case
one of us turns up something.
You want a cup?
Depends on what you
charge for it.
It's on the house.
Then I want a cup.
You got your money's worth.
I feel like I've talked to
half the people in the state
of Washington.
The wrong half.
That ain't my fault.
She don't work
in the building.
She don't do
any business there.
It's like you said
when we started.
Chances are it's a bank.
We stake it out.
I stake it out.
That's a two-man job.
Nice try.
Don't you want any company?
Not at $150 a day,
plus expenses.
You're going to need
some help.
How you going to watch a bank
five hours a day
and eight on Friday?
I'm not.
Then what?
Most companies
pay their employees
on the 1st and 15th.
On the 15th, I'll be waiting.
[Engine starting]
[Engine starting]
Okay, bye.
[Car door closing]
(Rockford)
Jennifer.
I'm a friend of John Micelli.
He sent me to find you.
Mitch?
What's your name?
Jim Rockford.
Where did you meet him?
In Korea.
What outfit?
5th Regimental combat team.
This where you live?
Yes.
Could we talk inside?
Okay.
[Keys rattling]
Feeling better?
I'm sorry. I guess
I was overreacting.
I thought...
Thought I was a cop?
Or one of Birrell's gorillas?
Please, I know that Mitch
is trying to help,
but he isn't.
Tell him that I'm fine.
Tell him that
I don't want to be found.
I can't do that.
Mitch is dead.
No.
What happened?
Birrell had him worked over.
He thought Mitch knew
where you were.
He didn't tell them
I was in Seattle, did he?
What do you think?
No.
No, he wouldn't.
Let me fix you a drink.
I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry about Mitch.
He was a very good friend
to me.
(Rockford)
He was in love with you.
That doesn't seem to be
a particularly safe thing
to be, does it?
[Clattering]
Mitch is dead
because Birrell's goons...
got a little too enthusiastic
in their work.
Ricky Pont is dead
because somebody murdered him.
Who?
Jennifer?
Mitch died trying to
keep you alive.
I can't help you if you don't
tell me the truth.
What happened that night?
Who killed Ricky?
Carl Birrell.
Birrell? That doesn't make
any sense.
Look, I was there. I saw it.
He killed Ricky
and he tried to kill me.
It was dark and I got away.
Ricky was like a son
to Birrell.
Why would he kill him?
I don't know.
It had something to do
with business.
Birrell found out
that Ricky was
double-crossing him...
and he felt betrayed.
I don't know.
He was like a wild man.
I'll charter a plane.
We can leave tonight.
What are you talking about?
I'm not going back to LA.
You have to.
I'm not going back.
Birrell would have me killed.
He won't have the chance.
I'll phone ahead, the cops
will meet us at the plane.
They'll put you
into protective custody,
take your statement.
Once they have your statement,
you're safe.
You obviously
don't know Birrell.
Do you want to spend your life
leaving the lights on...
double-Iocking every door?
I can't.
I'll phone
the charter service.
You go pack.
You're going to force me
to go?
[Dial tone buzzing]
If that's what it takes.
Go pack a bag.
[Jennifer sighs]
This is Jim Rockford.
I have an account
with you people.
Do you have
a twin-engine plane...
charter tonight?
Los Angeles.
Yes, I'll hold.
(woman on phone)
7:46 and 50 seconds.
At the tone,
the time will be...
7:47 exactly.
[Beeps]
Jennifer...
[car starting]
[Car honking]
[Tires screeching]
[Honking]
[Tires squealing]
I'll kill you.
I swear I'll kill you.
You go away.
[Gun fires]
I'll kill you.
I will.
[Bullet ricocheting]
All right.
That's it, little lady.
That thing holds six shots.
You used five here,
and one back at the apartment.
[Clicks]
Look, I was afraid.
You kept insisting
that I go to LA
and I can't do that.
You mean it doesn't get easier
the second time around?
What are you talking about?
Birrell didn't kill
Ricky Pont, you did.
That's not true.
Ballistics will run a check
on that thing. We'll see
if it's the murder weapon.
It was an accident.
I didn't mean to murder him.
I was just trying to
frighten him. He was seeing
somebody else.
He was going to leave me.
He used people.
You wouldn't know
anything about using people?
A doctor's going to
lose his license.
Mitch is dead.
When I told you that,
all you wanted to know was
"Did he talk first?"
You wanted to know
if you were in trouble.
Lady, you put
a high price on yourself.
[Siren approaching]
But...
Mitch wanted you to help me.
He wanted you to help me.
Can't you do that for him?
Sure, Jennifer, I'll help.
You have your lawyer call me
as a character witness.
Is that it?
That's it. Thanks
for the help, Dennis.
That's okay.
It's my day off.
Besides, I owe you.
For Jennifer Ryburn?
Yeah.
And Carl Birrell...
and two goons
who killed Micelli.
I'm up for a commendation.
Why not a promotion?
Yes, it looks good
on the record.
You leaving soon?
Not right now.
Got something I want to do.
What's that?
Something I've been
putting off
for about 20 years.
See you later.
what's happened to her.
She's a prime suspect
in a murder case.
Then there's no question
that this is Jennifer Ryburn?
There's no question.
According to the coroner,
Jennifer is dead.
She's in the morgue.
So I hope you've been
straight with me.
'Cause if I find out
different...
I'm going to come after you
with a pack of dogs.
I think I just met
the Godfather.
It could get dangerous.
[Telephone ringing]
(Rockford on
answering machine)
This is Jim Rockford.
At the tone, leave your name
and message.
I'll get back to you.
[Beeps]
(Mrs. Lindis)
This is Mrs. Lindis.
Three times this month,
I come to clean...
And it always looks like
people been fighting in there.
Furniture broke,
things tipped over.
I'm sorry,
But I quit.
Believe me...
I can explain.
Now, look.
I don't care what you heard.
I can explain.
Give me two minutes!
[Gun fires]
Two minutes...
[gun continues firing]
[Glass shattering]
(Rockford)
There were two shots fired.
Only one of them ended up
in Ricky Pont.
Jennifer Ryburn was with him.
Either she bought
the other bullet,
or she pulled the trigger.
(Mitch)
No, I don't believe it.
You don't have to believe it.
The cops do. They have
a "wanted" out on her.
They don't know Jennifer.
You don't know her.
[Camera clicking]
She could never kill anyone.
She was with Ricky Pont.
Okay, she was with him.
She saw what happened.
She panicked, she ran.
What's wrong with that
for a theory?
The cops don't buy it.
They're not always right,
you know.
And they're not always wrong.
Is he in there? Can I go in?
Is it okay?
You sure everybody's
got their clothes on?
Too bad.
For somebody who's known me
for 20 years...
how come you keep forgetting
that I hate home movies?
You kidding? I've still got
that reel from Korea.
When're you gonna break down
and look at it?
When are you going to start
taking no for an answer?
We go through this twice,
three times a year,
every year.
What's it going to hurt
to have a look? You'd get
a kick out of it.
No, I wouldn't.
Sure you would.
Seeing the two of us...
the way we were.
You know what it cost me
to buy that film off the guy
who shot it?
Yes, $65 and I'm
not going to look at it.
You looked at the tape?
I ran it.
And?
I still don't like
home movies.
So will you quit
dropping them off
on my doorstep?
I thought
if you saw Jennifer...
if you saw more than
what's on the wall here...
Mitch, you only knew her
for six months.
You're climbing out on a limb
and asking me to chop it off.
I won't do it.
I won't accept that.
You're gonna have to
accept it.
I don't deal in open cases.
I particularly don't deal
in them when...
my poking around can
get an old friend
in a lot of trouble.
I want to know
what's happened to her.
What's happened to her
is on the front page
of the papers.
She's a prime suspect
in a murder case.
She didn't kill Ricky Pont.
I know her.
When the cops find out
how well you know her...
they're going to be
taking your picture.
They're gonna think
I killed him
because I was jealous?
That's right, that's what
they're going to think.
And it sure is gonna get
Jennifer off the spot.
Jealousy is a classic motive.
For your sake, I hope
they find her. Fast.
[Tires screeching]
[Sirens wailing]
[People yelling]
What made you think
it might be Jennifer Ryburn?
The description on the news.
I was going to a dinner party,
listening to the car radio.
What about the man
she was with?
He couldn't tell us very much.
He picked her up hitchhiking
a few miles south
of Santa Barbara.
He never even knew her name.
He died a few hours ago.
Is it Jennifer Ryburn?
I'm not sure.
Dr. Stuart...
when a body is
this badly burned...
the dental ID is
all we have to go on.
I said I am not sure.
I'll have to check my records.
I have a great many patients.
I don't go to dinner parties
and carry their records
with me.
We can arrange a car,
you can pick up the charts...
and we can have you back
at your party within the hour.
Back at my party?
This may be routine to you...
but Jennifer Ryburn is
my patient. And if that
in there is...
I'm going to be ill.
All right. Take it easy.
[Elevator bell dings]
Why don't you go home,
get a good night's rest...
and come back
and bring the charts
in the morning.
She's not going to
go anywhere.
(Rocky)
I'm leaving.
Why? I told you
I'd fix your truck.
I'm not through.
I am. I'm an old man.
What little time I got left,
I ain't gonna spend
waiting around for you.
You been using
that phone again?
I came in to get a cigarette.
Now, do you want me to
fix your truck, or do you
want me to buy you a beer?
Well...
Yeah, well...
[clinking]
Here.
It's that Mitch guy
you got on your mind?
You wouldn't believe him,
Rocky.
He's running around like
an adolescent with a crush
on the homecoming queen.
He's 40 years old.
He thinks he's 14.
[Telephone ringing]
Forty's got nothing
to do with it.
It ought to. You ever see me
mooning around like that?
That was different.
Well, it was.
All right, it wasn't.
Hold on a minute.
Jennifer Ryburn is dead.
Two days after
I talked to Mitch...
it was in all the papers
and he just disappeared.
Hello?
Mitch, where have you been?
You don't know
how many times...
Yeah.
Sure, I can.
Okay, I'm on my way.
See you, Rock.
What about my truck?
(Rockford)
Where are we going?
I'm gonna buy you
a plane ticket to Seattle.
Jennifer was born there.
Her parents are gone,
but there's an uncle.
He lives in a little town
about 15 miles
outside the city.
I talked to him
but she hasn't been in touch.
Mitch...
Now, she's alive.
Mitch, I understand
how you feel.
No, you don't.
You never met her.
In the time I had with her,
I didn't want to share.
Especially with a talent scout
like you, old buddy.
I want you to know her.
You're going to love her.
You're going to like her.
Mitch...
Listen, I saw her.
I was in downtown Seattle.
It was outside one of those
big, high-rise
office buildings.
The Puget Building.
All of a sudden,
there she was.
You saw somebody
who looked like her.
That's not a face
that I'd mistake
for anybody else.
Her hair was
a little longer...
she'd lost a few pounds,
but it was Jennifer. I wasn't
more than 25 feet away.
She went into the building.
I followed, but I lost her.
When I went into the lobby
she was gone. I hung around
for about four days...
but she didn't show up again.
She's there, Jim. Somewhere.
I want you to find her.
I don't believe in ghosts.
Neither do I.
It was Jennifer.
According to the coroner...
Jennifer is dead.
She's in the morgue.
All right.
Check the coroner.
Prove I'm wrong.
This is the chart
Dr. Vernon made up.
Forensic dentist?
That's right.
What happened to Philbin?
Retired.
Vernon itemized and typed
the fillings, inlays,
porcelain crowns...
diagrammed and x-rayed
the jaws and teeth.
Do you want copies?
No.
This chart we got
from Dr. Stuart...
the decedent's
personal dentist. Take a look.
There's no difference.
Then there's no question
that this is Jennifer Ryburn?
Officially, we have to wait
for the coroner's inquest.
Unofficially,
there's no question.
That's an official
police vehicle. Don't lean.
What are you sore about?
Your hot tips. Double check,
maybe they got
the wrong stiff.
It's happened.
How often?
Do you know
who they got in there?
Jennifer Ryburn?
Are you sure?
I was sure before I came here.
In making
a positive identification...
teeth are as good
as fingerprints.
Only if you got something
to check them against.
Is that a fact?
Hey, Dennis...
come on, you know
what I'm saying.
I know what you're asking.
Dr. Evan Stuart, her dentist,
he came over.
He counted the teeth.
Thirty-two, the fillings,
4, 1 gold crown.
The front ones capped,
so she'd look nice
when she said cheese.
Thanks a lot, Dennis.
Which reminds me...
it's my lunch hour.
I appreciate it.
Your turn to buy.
Rain check, Dennis.
Just a minute.
What makes you think
it wasn't Jennifer Ryburn?
I never thought it wasn't.
Whatever gave you that idea?
(Rockford)
Mitch?
Yo!
Yo?
It's one of those things
I've always wanted to say.
How are you, pal?
What will you have?
It's a little early, isn't it?
It's got to be 5:00 somewhere.
That's something else
I've always wanted to say.
No.
You saw the coroner?
No, but I had
a friend of mine,
Det. Becker, check it out.
All very official,
all the details.
And, of course,
they say it's Jennifer.
It is.
Wrong. She's in Seattle.
You've got the plane ticket...
I'll give you a $1,000 now,
and more if you need it.
They have her dental charts.
They check out.
I'd go myself, but with me,
it'd be a question of luck.
You're trained. I mean,
you do this for a living.
I'm not going to Seattle.
You won't go?
That's right. I won't go.
All right.
Come on.
What do you think
you're doing?
I'm going to do
what you won't, pal.
I'm going to find Jennifer.
Mitch, just
put the suitcase up.
Wait, Mitch! Damn it, wait.
Come on, we talked enough
about it.
Jim...
I've got to find her,
you understand?
All right,
I'll make you a deal.
No, you're not
going to stop me.
A deal, Mitch.
I want you think
for a couple of days.
No, you're not gonna stop me.
I want you to think about it
for a few days.
The coroner's report,
the dental charts.
If after a week,
you're still sure...
that that was Jennifer
you saw in Seattle, I'll go.
[Waves crashing]
[Sighs]
Rocky.
I didn't know you were here.
I didn't see the truck.
You didn't see the truck?
No.
Imagine that.
You didn't see the truck.
All right, what is it, Rocky?
You got any objections
to your old man
calling on you?
When you're in a bad mood,
yeah.
Maybe I ought to call first.
How much does here
phone-answering gadget
cost you?
I got the payments down
to about $17.50 a month.
How many months?
What difference does it make?
I'm paying for it.
Then why don't you use it?
[Beeps]
(Rocky)
Hey, Jimmy, it's Rocky.
I got the truck over here
at Harry's Garage.
You can pick me up anytime.
[Dial tone buzzing]
[Beeps]
Son, if you
ain't gonna pick me up,
would you give me a call?
You got the number.
[Dial tone buzzing]
[Beeps]
I've been waiting on you
three hours.
Harry don't give loaners.
I'm sorry, Rocky. I forgot.
Harry don't give loaners.
You sat there for three hours
getting sore because
you wouldn't spring for a cab?
I took a cab. It cost me $10.
Not from Harry's, it didn't.
Would you mind letting me
sit down, Rocky, so I can
go through my mail?
There ain't nothing.
I already went through it.
Just a few bills...
and somebody is suing you.
Suing me?
Irwin, Bailey & Stope.
Attorneys at law.
What's it say?
We have a client
interested in your services.
Mr. Rockford,
I'm Carl Birrell.
How do you do, Mr. Birrell?
Sit down.
[Door closes]
You're working for somebody
who thinks Jennifer Ryburn
is still alive.
Who?
I'm not working for anybody.
I understood you wanted
to hire me.
You understood wrong.
What I want is information.
In that case, I'm afraid...
Sit down.
You're going to give me
that information, or I'm
going to take you off.
You've been sniffing around
the coroner's office,
asking a lot of questions.
If the stiff they got
down there is not
Jennifer Ryburn...
I want to know.
You mind telling me why?
Yes, I mind.
Who hired you?
That's confidential.
Under the circumstances...
I never met the man.
He called. Said he read about
the accident in the papers...
he didn't believe
she was dead.
He saw a picture of her once
in a magazine, fell in love
with her.
World's full of yo-yos.
This yo-yo have a name?
G.W. Frawley, Indianapolis.
That's it?
That's it.
Mr. Rockford...
Jennifer Ryburn
killed Ricky Pont.
She was a suspect
in a murder case, but...
She killed him.
I'm going to
tell you something
so you know I'm serious.
I know you're serious.
Ricky was family.
You know how I found him?
He picked my pocket.
Twelve years old,
that's all he was.
I reach for my wallet,
come out with his hand.
Punk kid. Gutsy.
He didn't have no family,
so I took him in.
He was like my own.
Like my son.
So I hope you've been
straight with me.
'Cause if I find out
different...
I'm going to come after you
with a pack of dogs.
[Camera clicking]
(Mitch)
Okay, now, can you lean back
just a little more?
No.
Come on, now, sure you can.
Sorry about that.
Just a little more.
Like that. Lovely.
[Grunts]
Just beautiful.
[Clicking]
Right there. Hold it now.
Lovely.
[Phone ringing]
Don't move.
Mitch!
All right, move. Hello?
Mitch, I'm taking
that trip to Seattle.
What changed your mind?
It's too complicated
to explain...
but I think I better
get out of town for a while.
I'll take a flight out
first thing in the morning.
I'll call the travel agency.
No, Mitch, wait a minute.
This is important.
There's somebody new
in the picture.
I think I just met
the Godfather.
It could get dangerous.
So I want you
to stay out of it.
Whatever you do,
don't talk to anybody
about Jennifer.
And don't talk to anybody
about me.
As far as we're concerned,
we don't know each other.
You got that?
No.
Well, don't forget it.
I'll be in touch.
[Knocking on door]
[Knocking continues]
Who is it?
(Mitch)
It's Mitch. Open up.
What? You're going to
shoot me?
I ought to. What are you
doing here? I told you
to stay away.
Relax, now. I'm only going to
stay a minute.
You don't even know me,
remember?
You're going to need money...
and you're going to need this.
Now, I worked on it all night.
Remember I told you that...
there were some changes?
Her hair's different,
her makeup...
I airbrushed in
all the changes...
Mitch.
You can show this around
and you...
Mitch! Jennifer's dead.
If you believe that,
why are you going to Seattle?
Because I got a plane ticket,
and it's 1,300 miles away
from Los Angeles.
Did you see anybody
hanging around out there?
What's the matter with you?
What the hell's going on?
I told you, if I start
poking around
there's gonna be trouble.
Well, there's trouble.
Carl Birrell.
She never should've gotten
tied up with Ricky Pont.
When she told me about him I...
That's history.
We're into current events.
Birrell called me in today.
He knows somebody thinks
that Jennifer's alive.
I gave him a phony name.
That was at 5:00
this afternoon.
He can't check it out
till tomorrow, but then...
he's going to come
looking for me.
[Sighs]
So that's why
you're running away?
You bet.
For how long?
Till I can figure out
how to handle to this.
You never really planned
to look for her, did you?
You've got the plane ticket...
and a picture.
There's $1,000
in the envelope.
You're going to be
in Seattle anyway.
I'm an eccentric. Humor me.
All right. I'll look for her.
Thanks.
What time's your flight
tomorrow?
I'm on standby for 7:00
in the morning.
Call me before you leave.
Yes.
I mean it.
You call me before you leave.
I want to make sure
that you're all right.
I'll call.
You find her, Jim...
and I'll give you big bonus.
I'll buy you a hamburger.
Not after you get my bill.
[Waves crashing]
[Door closes]
[Phone ringing]
[Phone continues ringing]
Hey, Mitch?
[Metallic clinking]
Hey, Mitch.
Mitch?
Mitch?
[Dialing telephone]
[Phone ringing]
Det. Becker, please.
[People chattering]
(Sgt. Becker)
This joint has got
the best veal in town...
you know that?
Why don't you have some?
You're eating enough
for both of us.
When are you going to
eat your lunch?
Aren't you ever going to
pick up Carl Birrell?
When we get something on him.
Mitch is dead
because of Birrell.
You don't know that.
I know it,
I just can't prove it.
Birrell had a couple
of his goons staking out
my place.
And when Mitch
showed up last night,
they picked up on him.
Followed him, tried to beat
some answers out of him.
Like...
how could they find
Jennifer Ryburn.
They know where to find her.
At the County Morgue.
What if she's alive, Dennis?
(waiter)
Phone call, Mr. Rockford.
They said they tried to
call your home and your father
referred them here.
It's a Dr. Stuart's office.
Tell him I'll call him back.
No, go ahead, take it.
It's not important, Dennis,
forget it.
Dr. Evan Stuart, the dentist,
calling for Mr. Rockford?
No. But Mr. Rockford
is right here.
Dr. Evan Stuart
calling for you.
Hello? This is Jim Rockford.
Thank you for calling back.
No, that's what
the problem is. You see...
I have a family dentist
back home in Florida.
Florida.
What happened is,
I bit down on an olive pit.
I wonder if I could
bring the bridge...
by Dr. Stuart's office
around 6:30 tonight?
Would he mind waiting?
I have meetings all day.
I'll try to get there sooner
if I can.
Thank you. I appreciate that
very much. Yes.
6:30.
[Hanging up]
He has
an excellent reputation.
You hear about him
all the way back home
in Florida?
You have to be inventive.
You know how hard it is
to get an appointment.
I bet you do this
all the time.
No. Not all the time.
Let's see your bridgework.
Come on, open up.
I have 32 just like
everybody else.
That's it. Two nurses,
a secretary, x-ray technician
and a bookkeeper.
He's alone.
You sure he don't have
no patients in there?
You've been watching.
What do you say?
Hey, don't talk to me like
I'm some dummy.
What happened,
that was a mistake.
Birrell don't like mistakes.
I hit a lot of guys
a lot harder. They didn't
die on me.
This one, I handle. Come on.
Doctor?
Dr. Stuart?
Doctor?
Dr. Stuart?
[Gun cocks]
(man)
Don't move.
You move
and I'm going to kill you.
I'm not moving.
Who are you?
I said don't move.
I've got a gun.
Who are you?
My name is Jim Rockford.
I called this afternoon
for an appointment.
If you think I'm here
to hurt you, call the police.
I won't try to stop you.
I couldn't if I wanted to.
You have the gun.
What do you want?
I just want to ask you
a few questions.
I'm a private detective.
I have some identification...
I could reach it
with my left hand.
Slowly.
You better sit down.
I could have killed you.
I know.
They came in here
asking a lot of questions.
(Rockford)
About Jennifer Ryburn?
Did you tell them anything?
The last time they started
asking questions, a man died.
You know who they are?
No.
But I know who sent them.
File a complaint
with the police, let them
take it from there.
[Water running]
No, I'm going to
handle this my way.
Handling it your way will get
Jennifer Ryburn killed.
She's dead.
Doctor...
a few years ago, I was going
with a girl. She was a model.
We had
the damnedest argument...
when she told me
she wanted to have
all her back teeth pulled.
She wanted that gaunt look.
She got it.
Jennifer has it, too.
But the girl in the morgue
has 32 teeth.
I could give the information
to the police and let them
check it out.
You're here to help her?
Yes.
I've known Jennifer
since she moved
to Los Angeles.
I was her friend.
The morning after...
Ricky Pont was murdered...
she came to me...
terrified.
She said she had to disappear.
That's why you made
the false identification?
She said, if ever
I could bury her, to do it.
Then I heard
about the accident
on the freeway.
Young girl, same age...
hitchhiker, no name.
Body virtually incinerated.
So I...
went into
the coroner's office,
viewed the remains...
and offered to bring
Jennifer's charts in
the next morning.
Then you made a chart that
coincides with the dental work
you'd seen.
That's right.
As far as I know...
Jennifer is still alive.
But...
I don't know where she is.
I do.
[Plane engine roaring]
[Thunder clapping]
[Rain pattering]
[Inaudible]
You buying or selling?
I'm buying.
Come on in.
(Ross)
Sit down. What can I
do for you?
(Rockford)
My name is Jim Rockford.
I'm from Los Angeles.
Somebody recommend me?
No, I picked you
out of the phone book.
Why me?
It said, "Discreet service
at discreet prices."
How discreet?
$150 a day, expenses.
Why? What do you charge?
$125.
We could split the difference.
Professional courtesy.
I said sit down,
that's professional courtesy.
The going rate
in Seattle's $175.
I know. I checked.
So, what are you buying?
I want you to help me
find someone.
What took you so long?
It was a rush job.
Most places take 24 hours,
minimum. But I happen to
know this guy.
How much?
It'll be on the expense sheet.
How much?
As a favor, $25 bucks.
For one picture?
You're the guy in a hurry.
All right.
I want you to start...
with the garage attendants
work your way up
to the 5th floor...
and I'll start with the 6th.
Work myself up
to the penthouse.
You know the head
of security here?
No.
Introduce yourself,
it'll probably save you
some time.
Probably'll have to slip him
a few bucks.
What are you trying to do,
make your nut
for the whole year...
on this one gig?
Information costs.
You spending your own dough?
Okay. But only if you have to.
And only a few bucks.
We'll meet down here
on the hour, just in case
one of us turns up something.
You want a cup?
Depends on what you
charge for it.
It's on the house.
Then I want a cup.
You got your money's worth.
I feel like I've talked to
half the people in the state
of Washington.
The wrong half.
That ain't my fault.
She don't work
in the building.
She don't do
any business there.
It's like you said
when we started.
Chances are it's a bank.
We stake it out.
I stake it out.
That's a two-man job.
Nice try.
Don't you want any company?
Not at $150 a day,
plus expenses.
You're going to need
some help.
How you going to watch a bank
five hours a day
and eight on Friday?
I'm not.
Then what?
Most companies
pay their employees
on the 1st and 15th.
On the 15th, I'll be waiting.
[Engine starting]
[Engine starting]
Okay, bye.
[Car door closing]
(Rockford)
Jennifer.
I'm a friend of John Micelli.
He sent me to find you.
Mitch?
What's your name?
Jim Rockford.
Where did you meet him?
In Korea.
What outfit?
5th Regimental combat team.
This where you live?
Yes.
Could we talk inside?
Okay.
[Keys rattling]
Feeling better?
I'm sorry. I guess
I was overreacting.
I thought...
Thought I was a cop?
Or one of Birrell's gorillas?
Please, I know that Mitch
is trying to help,
but he isn't.
Tell him that I'm fine.
Tell him that
I don't want to be found.
I can't do that.
Mitch is dead.
No.
What happened?
Birrell had him worked over.
He thought Mitch knew
where you were.
He didn't tell them
I was in Seattle, did he?
What do you think?
No.
No, he wouldn't.
Let me fix you a drink.
I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry about Mitch.
He was a very good friend
to me.
(Rockford)
He was in love with you.
That doesn't seem to be
a particularly safe thing
to be, does it?
[Clattering]
Mitch is dead
because Birrell's goons...
got a little too enthusiastic
in their work.
Ricky Pont is dead
because somebody murdered him.
Who?
Jennifer?
Mitch died trying to
keep you alive.
I can't help you if you don't
tell me the truth.
What happened that night?
Who killed Ricky?
Carl Birrell.
Birrell? That doesn't make
any sense.
Look, I was there. I saw it.
He killed Ricky
and he tried to kill me.
It was dark and I got away.
Ricky was like a son
to Birrell.
Why would he kill him?
I don't know.
It had something to do
with business.
Birrell found out
that Ricky was
double-crossing him...
and he felt betrayed.
I don't know.
He was like a wild man.
I'll charter a plane.
We can leave tonight.
What are you talking about?
I'm not going back to LA.
You have to.
I'm not going back.
Birrell would have me killed.
He won't have the chance.
I'll phone ahead, the cops
will meet us at the plane.
They'll put you
into protective custody,
take your statement.
Once they have your statement,
you're safe.
You obviously
don't know Birrell.
Do you want to spend your life
leaving the lights on...
double-Iocking every door?
I can't.
I'll phone
the charter service.
You go pack.
You're going to force me
to go?
[Dial tone buzzing]
If that's what it takes.
Go pack a bag.
[Jennifer sighs]
This is Jim Rockford.
I have an account
with you people.
Do you have
a twin-engine plane...
charter tonight?
Los Angeles.
Yes, I'll hold.
(woman on phone)
7:46 and 50 seconds.
At the tone,
the time will be...
7:47 exactly.
[Beeps]
Jennifer...
[car starting]
[Car honking]
[Tires screeching]
[Honking]
[Tires squealing]
I'll kill you.
I swear I'll kill you.
You go away.
[Gun fires]
I'll kill you.
I will.
[Bullet ricocheting]
All right.
That's it, little lady.
That thing holds six shots.
You used five here,
and one back at the apartment.
[Clicks]
Look, I was afraid.
You kept insisting
that I go to LA
and I can't do that.
You mean it doesn't get easier
the second time around?
What are you talking about?
Birrell didn't kill
Ricky Pont, you did.
That's not true.
Ballistics will run a check
on that thing. We'll see
if it's the murder weapon.
It was an accident.
I didn't mean to murder him.
I was just trying to
frighten him. He was seeing
somebody else.
He was going to leave me.
He used people.
You wouldn't know
anything about using people?
A doctor's going to
lose his license.
Mitch is dead.
When I told you that,
all you wanted to know was
"Did he talk first?"
You wanted to know
if you were in trouble.
Lady, you put
a high price on yourself.
[Siren approaching]
But...
Mitch wanted you to help me.
He wanted you to help me.
Can't you do that for him?
Sure, Jennifer, I'll help.
You have your lawyer call me
as a character witness.
Is that it?
That's it. Thanks
for the help, Dennis.
That's okay.
It's my day off.
Besides, I owe you.
For Jennifer Ryburn?
Yeah.
And Carl Birrell...
and two goons
who killed Micelli.
I'm up for a commendation.
Why not a promotion?
Yes, it looks good
on the record.
You leaving soon?
Not right now.
Got something I want to do.
What's that?
Something I've been
putting off
for about 20 years.
See you later.