All language subtitles for The.Rockford.Files.S02E10.iNTERNAL.BDRip.x264-LiBRARiANS

You mess with the Army, they'll
put a shovel in your hands

and point you to hard
ground. That's the Army way.

Hi. You're a little jumpy.

Hello, Colonel.

You're making a bad mistake,
Harvey.

You take off these cuffs, and I'll
club your head down between your knees.

You know, for somebody I can't stand,
I'm becoming awfully fond of you.

You know, the nice thing
about being a civilian

is you outrank
lieutenants and colonels.

Who does the draft board
bother with people like you?

This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jim, it's Maria
over at the laundromat.

There's a yellow dress
in with your things.

Is that a mistake or a
special handling or what?

Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jim, this is
Colonel Daniel Hart Bowie.

It's important that I
speak to you right away.

I can't stay at this phone, so call
me at 555-3465 as soon as you get in.

I'll be standing
by that phone.

Sorry, Officer. I guess
I was speeding a little.

Yeah, sure were, Colonel. Wanna
move up here out of the road, please?

Had some other things
on my mind.

I wasn't paying too much
attention to what was happening.

What is this?

Wanna spread out there
on the jeep, Colonel?

You wanna do it now,
Colonel,

or you want me to put this
night stick upside your head?

Okay, I got him.

How much are they
paying you for this?

Oh, it's not the money
that counts, Colonel.

Most of it's just plain,
old-fashioned, pure satisfaction,

knowing you got a job to
do and you're doing it well.

It's a booger,
ain't it, Colonel?

Hello, Colonel.

You're making a bad mistake,
Harvey.

That's something
I've always wanted to do.

Always wanted to do.

Okay, wanna come along with me, Colonel?

Sir.

Quenton?
Hello, Colonel.

Oh, now it makes sense.

I should've figured it.

Oh, I think you would have, eventually.

Let's go, Harvey.

I think somebody's throwing rubbish
off the pier in the afternoon.

Polluting the water, that's
what they're doing, by golly.

You ought to put up
some signs or something.

Hey, you want yours
fried or filleted?

Are you kidding? I ain't
gonna eat no little baby fish.

I'm no cradle robber.

Well, good. I'll fillet it
and have it myself.

Fried. I'll have it fried.

Hey, Rocky, would you
get my messages, please?

Yeah.

No, no kidding, we ought to go get
us some of those "No Dumping" signs,

and take them up there
and post them.

Hey, maybe even phony up
some ordinance number.

You know, "If you dump here,
you're gonna be arrested

"under Ordinance Number 564,"
or something like that.

Hold it.

Jim, this is
Colonel Daniel Hart Bowie.

It's important that I
speak to you right away.

I can't stay at this phone, so call
me at 555-3465 as soon as you get in.

I'll be standing
by that phone.

Bowie? Say, ain't that
the fellow that you...

Yeah, that's the one.

What's he calling you for? You
guys were never exactly buddies.

Not exactly.

Oh, hi, Dennis.
How are you?

Hi, Jim.

What's going on?

Well, we're cooperating with the
military authorities on a case.

This is Lieutenant Fenton.
He'll tell you all about it.

Hi, Lieutenant.
Yes, sir.

We understand you've been
in touch with Colonel Bowie.

We would like you to come to
the provost marshal's office.

Yeah. Well, you understand
all wrong, Lieutenant.

I'm not really into provost
marshals or marshals of any kind.

I don't even think too much of Matt Dillon.

I'm really sorry to hear that, sir,
because I'm going to have to insist.

Jim, this is
Colonel Daniel Hart Bowie.

It's important that I
speak to you right away.

I can't stay at this phone, so call
me at 555-3465 as soon as you get in.

I'll be standing
by that phone.

There you have it,
Lieutenant.

There's your whole contact,
right there.

Now you're welcome to take the
tape, but I'm staying right here.

Been reading
this file of yours, Rockford.

It reads like a chapter out of
Ripley's Believe It or Not.

Is that so?

It's a real puzzle.
On the one hand, we have

Sergeant James Rockford,
wounded in action, Silver Star.

Then six months later,
we have PFC James Rockford,

busted for trading 400 cases of
C rations for a North Korean tank.

Is this going on
much longer?

And then, instead of being sent to the
stockade for conspiring with the enemy,

you receive a battlefield
promotion to sergeant again.

It probably doesn't say that Colonel
Bowie asked me to scrounge a tank

that we needed to blow our way
out of a pocket.

I'm sure Colonel Bowie
intended for you to scrounge

one of our tanks
from one of our units.

As I remember,
he wasn't terribly specific.

Then again,
we have PFC James Rockford,

busted for setting up a
string of pool halls in Pusan,

and stealing
a major general's staff car

from in front of
the Seoul Korean Hilton.

Why didn't you just get a zipper
for those sergeant stripes?

Okay, Colonel. You've qualified
as a really first-rate smart mouth.

Now let me out of here.

I listened
to your answer-phone tapes.

I suppose you're gonna tell me that's all
the contact you had with Colonel Bowie.

You got it.

Well, I'm not inclined
to believe anyone

who would have the gall to trade
Army supplies for enemy weaponry.

Don't forget you're dealing
with a civilian, Colonel.

You know, the nice thing
about being a civilian

is you outrank
lieutenants and colonels.

Now, unless you've got some very
nice workable charge to hang on me,

you just don't have a lever.

Why does the draft board
bother with people like you?

That's priceless.

All right,
we'll try another tack.

Colonel Daniel Hart Bowie
was a friend of mine.

Was?
He's dead.

His jeep turned over
on the road north of Seaside.

When we found him, he had your
phone number in his uniform pocket.

What's the story, Rockford?

Why would Colonel Bowie wanna look
up his old scrounger 20 years later?

Well, maybe he needed
another North Korean tank.

Are you trying to bait me?

Whatever turns you on,
Colonel.

Okay, Rockford.
Mister Rockford.

You understand the military
has jurisdiction over this case.

But if we decide something
happened to Colonel Bowie,

it'll be a case
for the civilian authorities,

in which case you will
be in up to your neck!

Well, this may come as a
surprise to you, Colonel,

but even though Bowie and I didn't
get along, I did respect him.

I might even have liked him.

That doesn't surprise me.

I told you,
I read your whole file.

Will you relax, Jimmy?

I am relaxed.

Oh, sure you are.

You are about to
fry your fish

instead of filleting it
like you generally do.

I'll get it.

Hi, I'd like to speak
to Rockford, please.

Oh, good, good. Come on in.
You're just what he needed.

You bet. Hey, Jim, you
got a visitor. Pretty, too.

Might cheer
you up, huh?

What did he tell you?

Hey, wait a minute.

I wanna know what he told you.
What did he tell you?

Come on.
Put that thing away.

What did he tell you?

You're Shana, right?

How do you know?

Well, because Colonel Bowie had a daughter
named Shana who would be about your age.

And I recognize this chrome-plated
pop gun. It belonged to your father.

No bullets.
Sit down.

What did he tell you?

Please, I've gotta know.

All right. Here.

Jim, this is
Colonel Daniel Hart Bowie.

It's important that I
speak to you right away.

I can't stay at this phone, so call
me at 555-3465 as soon as you get in.

I'll be standing
by that phone.

But Colonel Hopkins
said that you talked to him.

Well, I didn't.

I just can't seem
to get Colonel Hopkins to...

Oh, Miss...
Oh, I'm Jimmy's father.

I can tell you,
he never talked to your pa.

He was out on the pier fishing
with me when that message came in.

Why did he call you?

Why didn't he call me?

I could have helped him.

What are you talking about?

He didn't

put that jeep over by mistake.

He was killed.

Well, what makes you say that?

Well...

about a week ago, he came to
see me over at the university.

I'm an assistant professor
of archeology at USC.

And we were gonna
go out to dinner together,

and he was
in his civilian clothes,

and he was very nervous.

And he was very upset,
and it was...

You remember his drinking
habits, don't you?

Yeah. Yeah.

A glass of wine before
dinner and that was it.

Right.
Well, last week at dinner,

he was drinking
hard liquor and a lot of it.

And something was
going wrong in his life.

I mean, something was very bad. And I...

He wouldn't
discuss it with me.

I kept trying to get him
to tell me what was going on,

and he said that he would
finally discuss it with Terry.

Who's Terry?

I don't know.

But when he left
at 12:30 at night,

he was very drunk

and he was
afraid of something.

Well, it wasn't death.

Colonel Bowie was never
afraid of death.

If he called you, then he must have
felt that you could help him the most.

Well...

You see,
the MPs are working on it,

and I never mess around with anything
that the authorities are involved in.

Didn't you tell all this
to Colonel Hopkins?

Of course.
And?

Didn't seem to impress him.

Well, as long as
the MPs are involved,

I really can't touch it.

You see, I'm not getting along too
well with Colonel Hopkins, anyway.

But what if they close it?

What if they call it an
accident? Would you help me then?

Oh, well...

Jim, you...

You ain't thinking about going
around messing with the Army again?

You mess with the Army, they'll
put a shovel in your hands

and point you to hard
ground. That's the Army way.

I'm not gonna mess around with this, Rocky.

Come on, do you think I'm gonna mess
around with something like this? No way.

Now, look, Miss Bowie...

Shana. I...

Well, I'm just
not available.

That's final.

Yes, sir.

I will want to keep
your expense receipts.

Fine.

And if we're gonna keep double
entry books, don't forget the coffee.

That's 10 cents extra.

I've heard all about you
from my father, Mr. Rockford.

Obviously, he called you because
you're the trickiest man he ever met,

and he needed somebody sly
to help him solve his problem.

Well, I'm not about to
be a victim.

I can't afford you
in the first place.

You know, I used to
gouge widows and orphans,

but the trouble with that is
after you lock them out,

they whine so bad, kind
of takes the fun out of it.

That's exactly what I mean. That
kind of flip talk doesn't impress me.

You know, Shana,
you're a very pretty girl.

You're also very tiresome.

Last night,
you came at me with a gun,

then you begged me
to help you.

Now you're treating me
like any minute

I'm gonna snatch your purse
and push you out into traffic.

If you feel that way about it,
why did you take the case?

I'm not sure.

Well, I'm sorry
if you find me so tiresome.

I think you remind me
of your father.

I'm gonna take that
as a compliment.

Take it any way you want.

Here, you want this
for your files or what?

You keep it.
You sure now?

I mean, it's in pencil. I could
erase it and change all the numbers.

I'm not gonna let you
provoke me.

Morgan's Rest is about
20 minutes from here.

Yes, sir.

I've been in so many houses
like this all over the world.

Different,
somehow the same.

Those are
his campaign ribbons.

When we were at Fort Benton,
I used to play with them,

and I lost the one
from Corregidor,

and he gave me
such a spanking.

I used to sit
and look at them,

look at all that glory,

and I would try to imagine him
there at those battles.

But now they look
sort of garish and silly.

I suppose that amuses you.

Hey, relax. I'm not gonna
jump on you for that.

I think they look
a little garish myself.

Why did we have to come here?

We're gonna have to go
through this place, Shana.

See if we can try and find something
that will tell us who Terry is.

If we can find Terry,
maybe we can get the answer

to whatever was troubling your father
and slam the lid on this thing quickly.

I suppose we should
start at the desk drawers.

No. No, you start at the phone
index and then the address book.

They'd be over here.

That's funny.

Yeah? What?

He always kept that picture
over here on the desk.

He's had 10 different quarters that I can
remember, and he always kept it over here.

There's something else.

He's got his fatigue pants hanging on
the same hanger with his dress shirt.

Why? Why would he do that?

Well, I'm not
altogether sure he did.

Just may be that somebody
searched this place

and when they put it back together,
they put it back together wrong.

What do you think
they were looking for?

Well, I don't know. Probably
the same thing we are.

The only advantage they have is
they probably know what it is.

Harvey.

Shana. Shana, honey.

Oh, Shana, I'm...

I'm so sick about the Colonel,
I don't know what to tell you

except that, well, you know, my
loss is almost as great as yours.

I know.

Sergeant Slate, this is Mr...

Sanderson.

Sanderson.

Oh, Mr. Sanderson.

Rock Sanderson, is it?

Yeah, that's right. It's a little
nickname. It kind of hung over.

I used to do a little
amateur fighting, you know.

No, it's okay, Jim.

We can trust Harvey.
You see, that is, Jim and I...

Of course we can, Shana.

Of course we can.

Look, what Shana's
trying to say is that...

Well, we're about to
become engaged.

In about six weeks,
I'll have tenure,

and when you have tenure, well,
you've got a lifetime of security.

Tenure is when
they can't fire you.

It's sort of like signing up
for a lifetime hitch.

Right. Right, Sergeant.
Hey, that's right.

Sergeant, we want to
thank you for coming by.

Well, I was
up at Major Hopkins' office

when a guard on the gate
called, so I just came on down.

Now, Shana, it's perfectly all right
for you to stay here on the base,

but I'm afraid Mr. Sanderson
here'll have to get a room in town.

Oh, that's what we were
planning on, Sergeant. Thank you.

All right. Well,

Shana, if there's anything at
all I can do for you, anything,

all you have to do
is call me, you know that.

I know.

I thought I told you
that we could trust Harvey.

Do you know how many years Harvey
Slate has been with my father?

Do you know how many campaigns
they've been through together?

Yeah. Well, he missed the one I was in.

I'm gonna have to find
out how he managed that.

I tried six or seven
different ways

and I ended up in a foxhole
about 400 yards from the enemy.

One of my classic failures.

Are you going to continue
with this kind of talk?

I think you're doing it
just to infuriate me.

My father
was a great soldier,

and you spent the entire war trying to
find ways to go AWOL without getting caught.

Hey, I'm sorry. I...

I'm not trying to bait you.

You hated him, didn't you?
You hated Daddy.

I said I'm sorry.
You want a signed confession?

Oh, brother.

Just what I need.

Hey.

Shana, I said I would help.

Sure.

I have my reasons.

I'm not doing it just for you.
I'm doing it for me, too.

Why?

Shana, your father
was a military Boy Scout,

complete with a.45
with notches in the handle.

Now it's a mistake to look at
campaign ribbons and battle records

and try and judge him.

If you feel grief for the man
who bounced you on his knee

and went out
and bought dresses for you

and took you out to the park,
that's fine, that's great.

But why mourn
a military record?

Leave that to the men
who write obituaries.

You get out of here
right now!

Well, it looks like we're just
stepping on each other's ghosts.

I'll be at the Seaside Motel.

But he was my father.

Evening.

How's that?

What is this, Officer?
What have I done?

Spread out against that wall,
please.

I said what have I done,
Officer?

First of all, you ain't
moving fast enough to suit me.

Do you mind
reading me my rights?

You're in a lot a trouble,
mister. Do yourself a big favor.

Don't go provoking me.

Look, Officer, I'm in town
for Colonel Bowie's funeral.

We served together
in Korea.

Now, if I'd known that was against
the law, I would've just sent a card.

I don't understand
what you think I've done.

You're gonna find out
soon enough.

You country cops
hand me a laugh.

Everything gonna be all right.

We're gonna have ourselves
a real ball.

We better get a few things
straightened out here,

hadn't we, hoss?

You don't mind if I don't give
you your rights just yet, do you?

This is not exactly
what I expected.

You expect me
to take you downtown

and let you get some hot-shot
lawyer to protect you.

I got my own ways of
dealing with trash like you.

Sanderson, hmm?

James Sanderson.

What you doing
in Morgan's Rest, Jim?

I told you. I'm here
for Colonel Bowie's funeral.

Now, look...

Ah, he's blowing it.

Don't go away.

I got my eye on you.

I think I'm gonna fix him
up where he walks funny.

I can make him
come clean.

Billy, let me see that wallet.

I think
it's a fake ID, Mr. Davis.

Well, if this gentleman is legitimate,
who's the private investigator?

I don't know. Got a guy in the
provost marshal's office in LA.

Now he had coffee
with Shana Bowie,

and she said she was gonna get some
help. I figured she'd hire some guy.

But what if
Mr. Sanderson's from CID?

No, no.
He's not from CID, Mr. Davis.

I'm into the computer.
I know what's going on there.

Billy, we got a shipment
of 5.56 going out tomorrow.

I want you to go back to that
gentleman and take him by the collar

and toss him up in the air.

When he comes down,
I want him moving out of town.

I think I'll bust him up. That
way he'll keep moving, Mr. Davis.

You bust him up, Billy,

and I'll let our friend
Harvey here bust you up.

You understand?

Yeah.

You chicken-hearted cops
really get me.

You take off these cuffs, and I'll
club your head down between your knees.

You're nothing but a tub
of guts with a big mouth.

What did you say?

You heard me, rumdum.

Want me to mess you up?

You'd have trouble
messing up a bed.

You're leaving Morgan's Rest, and you ain't
even gonna stop to get your toothbrush.

Now you let me
catch you here tomorrow,

I'll come down on you so hard, you'll
have to reach up to tie your shoes.

That's very colorful, but I just don't
think you can cut it, Billy Webster.

I'd purely like to drive you
into the hard ground.

Well, I guess you got the
message that time, didn't you?

Hi. You're a little jumpy.

I was in the coffee shop.
When I saw you, I came over.

I'm sorry if I startled you.

Well, that's okay, I'll get
over it. What are you doing here?

It's really nice in here
on the inside.

Color TV. Everything.

Maybe I ought to
check in here,

and that way I could eat
at the coffee shop and...

Look, leave me alone,
will you?

I haven't said anything.

I can't stand it over there.

I'm confused.

It's okay.
Everybody gets confused.

He never did.

Except for that one time
last week

when he came to me
and he asked me to help,

and I wanted to help him,
but he wouldn't let me.

Sometimes it works that way. You
know, you can't write the scenes

and direct the action
just for you, Shana.

Boy, you're really big on
amateur psychology, aren't you?

Well, don't feel guilty
about it.

And every time I do it,
I add it onto the bill.

What makes you think
you have all the answers?

Look, Shana.

Let's not tear at one another, all right?

Your father was whatever
you wanted him to be.

He never took me
to the park

or out to buy dresses.

He left us,
Mother and me,

for months and months
on end,

and all he sent back was
money and Japanese swords.

I wanted him
to be proud of me,

but he was never there.

So instead I studied
and I studied and I studied.

Hey, you don't have to
explain it.

Yes, I do.

I think that everything I don't
like about myself is tied up with it.

You know why I'm an assistant
professor at the university?

'Cause you like it?

Because it's safe.

It's safe and it's stale.

He didn't love us.

When my mother died,
he came back from Korea

and he put me in a private
school, then he went back.

He didn't love us.

All my life I've been trying to get
passing marks from a man who didn't care.

And I've let it ruin my life.

I've become a fossil.

I don't expect you
want a comment from me.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Well, I've known
a lot of men like your father.

Don't be too hard on him.

He was very good
at being a soldier,

and he had a rough time
with people.

That rule book
was his lifeline.

Told him how he should act.

You break a rule,
you go to the stockade

or you don't get to go
to the park on Sunday.

And you break the rules?
No, no.

I bend them, and I hope to
win some of the close calls.

Is this yours?

Are you just allowed
to carry that around?

That?

I never saw that
before in my life.

The maid must have
left that here.

You know, for somebody I can't stand,
I'm becoming awfully fond of you.

And I just had a feeling
about Deputy Webster,

so I checked
the sheriff's office in town.

There's no Billy Webster
on the department.

How did you know
he wasn't a cop?

Well, my car was parked
outside the room at the motel,

and he never ran a make
on the license plate.

Now, every cop does it.
It's just routine.

If he'd done that, he'd have
known my name wasn't Sanderson.

What did
the Chief of Police do?

Well, what could he do?

He filed
the assault and battery.

It sounds unreal. Who
do you think they were?

Well, I don't know.
A somebody named Mr. Davis.

Well, I went through the book.

Dwight Davis,
4045 Margate Road.

Alice Davis,
1600 Pacific Coast Highway.

And there is no Billy Webster or
B. Webster or anything like that.

Well, it doesn't make
any difference.

He was so eager to give me his name,
it'll probably turn out to be an alias.

Oh, hey, do you know
what 5.56 is?

No. Why?

Well, Mr. Davis said
something about

5.56 going out
tomorrow afternoon.

It sounded kind of important.

If it had anything
to do with my father,

it had something
to do with the base.

Did you find out
who Terry was?

No.

I searched through my father's
quarters. I couldn't find a clue.

I'm gonna go back there.

I'm gonna go back
to my father's quarters.

You sure you want to?

I could get you a room here.

I have to.

After all, what good is it to step
on your ghosts if you don't kill them?

Good girl.

So?

I still don't know
nothing about it.

Well, it's a black limousine,
registered to a Mr. Davis.

Hey, look, pal, I'm just
working an insurance claim.

You wanna get hostile,
it's all right with me.

I'll just refer it back to
the main office and they'll

take care of it through the
regular police authorities.

But, you know, you're
better off dealing with me.

Now maybe
you don't know it,

but when you bang up a parked
car in a parking lot and take off,

the official police charge
is hit-and-run.

Well, I ain't got
no black limo.

And so help me, if that Alice has gone
and took one of them cemetery limos,

Quenton's gonna
skin her alive.

Well, you think maybe
somebody named Alice did it?

Yeah. Alice or Terry.
One or the other.

You can go ahead
and check on that.

I tell you, mister, you try
and be responsible for your kin,

and you're gonna get
plowed under every time.

That Alice been getting in trouble
ever since she was 16 years old.

Quenton give her a job, too.
Her uncle give her a job.

She ain't gonna change none.
Not one bit.

This Terry, who's Terry?

Terry. Oh, yeah. Well,
Terry, that's her girlfriend.

She been... She been messing
with that Sergeant Slate.

They was all the time
getting drunk.

She and Alice been living with us
for a while. I throwed them both out.

She's living in one of them
apartments down at 1600.

Down the highway there. Yeah.

You go talk
to Alice or Terry,

and you're gonna find
your hit-and-run driver.

Them girls is wild, wild,
and they're no good!

No good!

Bingo.

Main gate.

Hi.
This is Professor Sanderson.

I was trying
to locate Miss Bowie.

Look, Mr. Sanderson,
I'm afraid I can't help you.

Oh, well, is she in for it.

I mean, I got two calls
from Dean Whitmore's office,

and the substitute she got to teach her
Artifacts and Digging Techniques class

can't make heads nor tails
out of her notes,

and they're about
to hang her in effigy.

Look, Professor Sanderson,

I can't tell you where she
went because I don't know.

She left here with
Sergeant Slate in 2424.

The what?

It's the number of the car
from the motor pool.

They left about an hour ago.

2424. Thank you.

Is Quenton Davis in?

Oh, he's not here.

Mahogany Hall?

Yeah. It's terrible, isn't it?

But I didn't invent it.
I just work for them.

Well, it's like
I told Quenton,

Mahogany Hall is
the oak-lined library

of slumber chambers.

Hey, that's kind of cute.

Yeah. Hey,
I'll bet you're Alice.

Quenton told me he had a
good-looking niece named Alice.

No, Alice is in Los Angeles.

Then you must be Terry.

Well, yes. How did you know?

Well, I know that because

I'm an old friend
of Colonel Bowie's,

and he told me he was having
a little affair with you.

Hold it. Hold it.

Just leave me alone,
just get away from me.

Wait a minute now.

You're in
a lot of trouble, Terry.

I happen to know
you're in on it.

You're an accessory
to Colonel Bowie's murder.

Now, he came to you
and he told you

his fears about what was
happening on the base,

and you fingered him for Slate
and Davis, and they killed him.

I didn't know they were
gonna kill him.

I swear it.

What were you, a decoy?
How did they work that?

Look, you can either tell me
or the cops.

You make up your own mind.

Two months ago,

they told me to go
to the Seasider bar.

It's a place where
military people go.

Harvey Slate was there
with the Colonel,

and I was supposed to
come on to him

and set up a relationship.

And it wasn't too difficult.
I mean, he...

He was a very brusque man and he
didn't get along with girls very well.

So, when I
aimed myself at him,

he just sort of fell
in the basket.

Why?

Come on, Terry. Keep it up.
You're doing fine.

They're smuggling things
off the base.

Weapons and stuff in hearses.

Harvey was afraid that
the Colonel would find out.

He was pretty alert
to the personnel records,

so whenever they wanted
to stage a funeral,

I'd make a date
with Colonel Bowie,

and we'd go to San Francisco
for the weekend.

I'd just get him out of town.

But he caught on that
something was happening.

He came to you and told you,
not knowing you were in on it?

I didn't know they were
gonna kill him.

I swear it, I didn't.

What do you think you're pulling
with this assistant professor routine?

Rockford, I've just about
had it with you.

Are you gonna listen to me, or
you gonna exercise your mouth?

I'm trying to tell you that
something called 5.56

is being smuggled
off this base.

Sergeant Slate
and a group of morticians

have been working the smuggle

and doing it
for several months.

Slate. Harvey Slate?
Harvey Slate.

That fits.
That sure as hell fits.

A funeral, huh? Of course.

All they had to do was get Colonel
Bowie to look the other way.

What's a 5.56?

It's a new kind of ammo.
Fits in the new M-16 rifle.

It's the 5.56 mm.

Well, there's a funeral
going down today.

Now, what they've been doing
is putting the stuff

in the hearse with the
bodies of the dead soldiers

that die on the base
and smuggling it out.

Oh, no.
That's not what they're doing.

It's even better than that.

Hello. Is there a hearse on the
base picking up a casket right now?

How long ago?

Look, I need a helicopter, three MPs

and a pilot, and I need
them five minutes ago.

And get me
the Chief of Police.

I'm going with you,
Colonel. No, you're not.

Oh, yes, I am.

You try to stop me, you're
gonna get bloody trying.

Give me a reason why.

Well, because I think Colonel Bowie's
daughter is with them as a hostage,

and, well...

I told you, I read your file.

You owe him one, don't you?

That's right.

Maybe you're okay.
Just maybe.

Okay, that's far enough
on the Coast Highway.

They couldn't have
made it this far.

Double back and take
Route 12 inland,

and then we'll check the pass
and try the roads south.

Okay, Colonel,
it's great to look smart,

but how about letting me
in on the rest of it?

I never thought that Colonel
Bowie's death was an accident.

I merely said so
to take the heat off.

We've been losing
a lot of weaponry,

and I was sent down here from
Washington to look into it.

First we thought Colonel Bowie
was involved, but he was innocent.

It was Sergeant Slate.
Cooked the whole thing up.

Did it have anything
to do with a computer?

How'd you know that?

They were creating military
files for fictitious soldiers

and running them
through the computer system.

All the code numbers were keyed back
here to the Morgan Rest computer.

When they needed
a shipment to go out,

they couldn't count on a
convenient death at the base,

so they killed off one
of their fictitious soldiers.

It wasn't until this morning that I
managed to break down the computer codes

and figured out
the fictitious soldier angle.

Then you came in
with that funeral,

the rest of the pieces
of the puzzle fell together.

Okay. There they are.

All right, let's just sit on
them and see where it goes.

We'll seal off that road.

I'm gonna set two of you down at the
mouth of the road, and I'll take the barn.

If they got an M-16 and ammo in there,
it's gonna be one hell of a firefight.

Did you ever qualify
for an automatic rifle?

Colonel, I always try
to avoid gunplay.

It's kind of a religion.

If it's absolutely necessary,
give me a.45 or something.

Norfolk, give me a.45.

Safety's on the right.

No kidding.

How'd it go, Billy?
Like a champ.

Don't do that.

What?
Don't do that!

All right. Out.

We have to get a chopper
down here for Webster.

He's bleeding bad,
but he's okay.

I saw that John Wayne
shootout, Rockford.

You're okay.
You're gonna work out fine.

Thanks a lot, Colonel.

Let's go.

All right.

Just like my father.

That's exactly what
Daddy would've said.

Well, he was a hell
of a soldier, your father.

Ask Rockford sometime
what happened in Pusan.

Your father was the best.

If you ever need anything,
you just call.

I'm gonna personally see
they expedite everything,

the GI insurance,
everything.

Thank you, Colonel.

Thank you.

Why?

Why did you do it?

I knew you and Daddy
didn't get along,

but you risked your life to save
me and to prove who killed him.

Oh, I have my reasons.

Tell me about Pusan.
What happened there?

Oh, it's really
kind of dreary, Shana.

It's another one of those
"there I was" stories.

What?

You know, there I was,

surrounded by 50,000 Indians
and my guns jammed.

Only in my case, it was
just a North Korean patrol.

I got hit a couple of days
before in the leg,

and the wound was getting
kind of nasty.

I kept passing out.

Well, I kept poking
the butt of the rifle

in the wound
just to stay awake.

Been out too long,
well, I'd have been dead.

I heard all this gunfire,

and North Koreans were
dropping right and left.

I looked up,
there was your father.

He wasn't a colonel then,
he was a major,

but he came back for me.

Nobody else was
willing to try.

It looked too much
like suicide.

There were Koreans
all over that hill.

He came back for me, and he
was the commanding officer.

Thought a lot about it
since then,

but I never quite
understood why he did it.

So maybe that's the last
ghost left to kill, huh?

Yeah. Yeah. Maybe it is.