All language subtitles for The Rockford Files S03e02 The Oracle Wore A Cashmere Suit

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.

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name and message.

I'll get back to you:

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 Negro. 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 violence here. Tremendous violence.

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 killed 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?

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?

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 killers 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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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 drugs.

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 drugs.

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 shots.

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 shot, 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.

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, kill it, will you? Right now.

What's your problem, man?

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?

Yeah well, you see, there are three goons

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.

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'.

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.

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 killers, 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 violence, please. No violence.

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.

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 assault 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?

228, Portage Circle.

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

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 killer in a hurry to get away,

and the jack and the jack handle missing...

The police, you know, think the jack handle was the murder weapon.

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 shot.

Guess we'd better go call the police.

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

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

Oh.

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 tank.

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 drugs.

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 murder.

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 shoot 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 died 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.

I didn't wanna kill them.

I didn't wanna kill them.

The scum, that... He ruined her.

I didn't wanna kill 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 beating 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.

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.

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.

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.

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: 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.