All language subtitles for Rockford Files S01E07 (The Case is Closed - Pt2)

Mr. Jameson, please.
This is Jim Rockford.

Yes, sir. I'm back.

It's hard to say.

I really don't know.

Something happened
back there...

a little weird,
but I'll fill you in.

No, sir. I'd really like
to go take a shower
and get changed...

and I'll drive up
to your place sometime
this evening.

Yes, sir, fine. Thank you.

I don't know what's going on,
but, believe me,
I don't want any trouble.

You already got trouble.

The only question is
whether you're going...

to wake up tomorrow
breathing air or dirt.

Come on, there's no need
to be melodramatic.

We've been watching you,
Rockford...

and we don't like
what you're up to.

So far, I'm not too hot
about it either.

Who are you working for?

Now, wait a minute...

We don't have much time.
Who is your client?

That's a little tough...

Who are you working for?

Let me finish my sentence
this time, all right?

I'd like to tell you,
believe me, I really would...

but it's professional ethics,
sort of, not to reveal
who your client is.

[People chattering]

Are you really
a private detective?

You must be mistaken.
I'm a corporate profile
analyst.

What the devil is that?

Well, I rummage around
little companies...

dredge up tax loopholes,
that sort of thing.

He says
you're a private detective.

Him?

Yeah, him.

I'll bet
you don't even know...

what a corporate profile
analyst does.

Sure I do. Sort of.

It's true.
You are a detective.

I think that's marvelous.

You do?
Sure.

You're the first
private detective I ever met.

Let's just keep it
between ourselves.

A thing like that
gets out in place like this...

I start growing bouncers
from both arms.

It's a deal.
I'm Susan Jameson.

Jim Rockford.

[Rifle cocking]

If you worked
in one of my companies...

and kept me waiting,
the way you did
this afternoon...

I'd warn you once,
and if it had happened again,
I'd fire you.

That's one of the advantages
of my job, Mr. Jameson...

I don't have to put up
with remarks like that.

Yeah. It's a pity
we aren't the same age.

I could take you out
behind the woodshed...

and we could bash it around
for a while.

I don't go in
for that kind of thing.

Did you see Mark?

Yeah.
And?

I think he spends
too much time
under the sun lamp.

I could've told you that
without paying you $200 a day.

He's also had
his nose fixed.

Your daughter was out there.

What do you expect?
She's engaged to the man.

You see, my trouble is,
I got this giant hatred
for private detectives.

Now, you've probably
heard of it.
It's a cop disease.

You guys sweep in here
like big turtlenecked
vultures...

you stomp around in my garden
and then you split...

leaving me stuck
with a mess.

So here you go, sport.

You want my advice?
You pick up your goodies...

and hop a freight
out of town.

But I'm just trying
to get along, Lieutenant.

I'm checking in like
I'm supposed to...

if I turn up anything,
I'll give it to you.

I'd just like a little help,
that's all.

I don't want to get along.

I don't want to help you,
I don't want to hear nothing
about you.

I only have one interest
in you...

and that's in getting you out
of this town.

♪♪[music playing]

I asked around, pal,
nobody seems to know him.

Yeah, well, keep it.
My phone number
is on the back.

You said you was
at the Holly Motel?
Yeah.

I'll tell you what you do,
Rockford.

You go back home
and you tell your client...

what he's doing
is very dangerous
and very stupid.

If he wants to be smart,
he'll stop investigating
Mark Chalmers.

You got that?

Sounded like a threat.

It's not a threat.

It's what you call
sound advice, Mr. Rockford.

Good night.

What did Jameson say?

He said that he was
on his way up
to his country home...

and he was up there then...

and he was waiting for you,
but you didn't show
and where was you?

Good.

Let him cool his heels
for a while.

I didn't like him much
on the phone either.

He did leave me a number...

but as long as you're not
interested anymore...

I guess you won't need it.

Oh, Jim.

When will you ever learn?

All these fellas want
is for you...

to take their thumping
for them.

Look at this place.
Look at it.

Looks like the back room
at Montgomery Ward's.

You ain't listening to me.

Sure I am, Rocky.

I want to speak
to Warner Jameson, please.

[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]

(man)
You really want Shim
on the seventh?

Come on, that nag couldn't go
a mile in the back of
a pickup truck. Call me.

[Siren wailing]

[Police radio chattering]

(policeman)
All right,
clear the entrance.

All right, there.
Everybody get moving.
You there. Please.

Just step back
from the entrance. Thank you.

Everybody, would you separate
from the entrance?

That means everybody.
You fella, hey, move over.
Move over there.

(woman)
They say a man's been shot.

(man)
Must be some gangster
got hit in the nightclub.

(policeman)
Hey, you, come on,
move it, will you?

(policeman)
No. 10, Northside.

We have our DB.
Male, Caucasian.

No positive ID as yet,
but believe he is owner
of the club.

Appears to be a gang killing.

I thought you'd be
at the country house
four hours ago.

I got hung up.

I waited for you
as long as I could.

I've got to go back East
for a day on business.

I'm in town now and I'll be
here an hour before I leave
for the airport.

I'll expect you.

I'll meet you
at Trattorias Steakhouse.

That's right near the airport.

You'll meet me here.

I still don't want
to be seen with you.

I got news for you.

I don't really care
what you want anymore,
I only care what I want.

I'll be at
Trattorias Steakhouse.
I'll be there in 20 minutes.

That's telling him, boy.

Couldn't you get a table
in the kitchen?

I told you I don't want
to be seen with you.

Then let's
get to the point.

I want you to fill me in
on what you got
in New Jersey...

and then I want to terminate
our arrangement.

You're canning me?
Right.

What if I don't want
to be canned?

In that case, my attorneys
will get in touch with you...

and explain the legal facts
of life to you.

I'm afraid
they're going to
have to stand in line.

I believe I paid you
for some information.

Please recite it to me
as quickly as possible
and leave.

There's nothing I'd rather do
than to get off this case.

You'd be surprised
how it's been snowballing.

Every time I look
in my rear-view mirror...

there's a new gray Chevy
following me.

You can take me
off the case...

but who's going to take
those other guys off me?

What am I supposed to do?
Take an ad in the classified?

I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.

I just don't think
you've been leveling with me,
that's all.

Now, I know Chalmers
is at the center of it...

and the Federal Government
is interested,
but they're not talking.

And then there's
Torrance Beck,
this underworld character...

he was on the track
for a while,
but he broke down.

There's you, and the two guys
who visited me
in my hotel in Newark.

They were wearing sweat socks
and rubber-soled shoes.

So I figured
they were probably
Newark heat.

But now I think
they might have been Feds.

What is it you want from me?

I just want to know
what the hell's going on,
that's all.

I told you,
I haven't the faintest idea.

I think you're
just a little too edgy...

about Susan finding out
about all this.

Maybe I should
just talk to her.

I told you the truth.

And I'm not used
to taking cheap shots
from people like you.

Cheap shots? That kills me.

My only interest in having
Mark Chalmers investigated...

was exactly as I told you.

I happen to love my daughter.

And the thought of having her
marry a man like that...

turns my stomach.

I think he's a phony.

I don't know what
he was involved in before.
You're probably right.

Whatever it was,
it was something very messy.

Ahem. Now...

Mark came to my office
this afternoon.

He's evidently found out
I was investigating him.

And he's worried plenty.

He told me if I call off
the investigation...

he'd never see
my daughter again.

He also promised
not to tell Susan
that I'd had him investigated.

We shook hands on it.

Why do you want to find out
what I'd learned in Newark?

Insurance.
If it's slimy enough...

it's good insurance
to make sure
he keeps his word.

You see, Rockford,
that's all I was ever after.

All this other stuff,
I don't know about,
nor do I care.

You're through.

I've got everything I wanted.

And it doesn't bother you
that I'm left with...

a "Kick Me" sign?

I'm just supposed to be
a good sport about it?
Is that it?

You're paid to take
those risks.

Consider yourself terminated.

Send me a bill.

I've got a plane to catch.

[Tires screeching]

[Siren wailing]

Come in. It's open.

(Rocky)
Don't you hit me
with no ashtray and I will.

Morning, Sonny.
Hi, Rocky.

I want to thank you
for straightening
this place up.

After last night,
I don't think...

I could have faced it
the way it was.

Don't give it a thought.
It was a pleasure. No charge.

How does it feel being out of
the gumshoe racket?

Pretty good, I guess.

What's that?

Those are
job opportunities.

I spent the whole morning
scanning that page.

You'd be surprised
how many there are...

that don't mean
a fellow's got to get
his skull crushed in.

Look, I even circled it,
real good ones for you there.

You did quit, didn't you?

Rocky, sometimes
you make me feel...

like a piece of meat
in a desert.

I ain't hovering.
Honest, I'm not, Son.
It's just...

You can't sit around idle
all the time.

You got to get yourself
a nice office job like,
you know...

At least till you stop
bleeding internally.

I can't.

Why not?

I'm allergic
to fluorescent lighting.

Fluorescent lighting.
That's very funny.

You'd rather stick
around here...

pressed against the wall
with an ashtray...

over your head?

I had a piece of steak
in here. What happened to it?

I had it last night.

I was hungry.

I also had eggs in here.
Three eggs.
What happened to them?

I had steak and eggs.

While we're at it,
how about that bottle
of Scotch?

You never said
I couldn't snack.

No charge? I could have hired
professional house cleaners
for a lot less.

Do you know how much
T-bone steak costs?

You bet I do.
I ain't no dummy.

You sure ain't.

[Knocking on door]

Here.

Hi.

Hi. It's Susan, isn't it?

Susan Jameson.
We met at Mark's club.

Yeah, I remember. Come on in.

Susan Jameson,
this is my father,
Joseph Rockford.

How do you do?

Pretty good, thank you.

It's nice.

You should have
seen it last night.

Looked like the bottom
of a grocery sack.

What can I do for you,
Ms. Jameson?

You're the only
private detective
that I know...

so I looked you up
in the phone book.

Jimmy is retiring from
the private eye business.

He's going into
something more stable.

He had a very bad year,
you know, financially
and physically.

Rocky, buzz off.

Have you had breakfast?

No.

If you let me change,
we'll go get something
to eat, huh?

There's a real nice place
over by the beach.

Just make yourself
at home.

What do you want?

The tacos are good.

No, I can't get into tacos
for breakfast.

I'll have a taco and coffee.

Just coffee, please.
Okay.

And lots of hot sauce, Louis.

All right.

What's your problem?

Well, it's a long story.
It's...

I don't know where to begin.

You're not going
to start crying, are you?

I can't take that
before breakfast.

I was engaged
to Mark Chalmers.

You probably met him.
He owns Mark's.

I never met him.
I know who he is.

He was my fiancé.

Last night, he called me
and asked me to have dinner.

But he was...
I don't know,
but he was strange.

He told me that
he couldn't marry me,
that he'd changed his mind.

He said he couldn't
see me again.

What do you want me to do?

It's not like
he was dumping me.

I've had that happen before,
and it wasn't like that.

You know, I mean,
he had tears.

Hustle it up,
will you, Louis?

I'm sorry, really.
I'm not the weepy type.
It's...

I'm still a little
knocked down by this.

Maybe you should have had
one of the tacos
with the hot sauce...

then if you started crying,
you could blame it
on the menu.

Yeah.

You're being very nice.

I know this is a terrible way
to start your morning.

Actually, it's a lot better
than yesterday.

Here's your sauce.
All right.

Put it on my tab,
will you?

Right.

Let's move over there.

Now, where were we?

He just said that
he couldn't marry me.

No explanation. Nothing.

I mean, he was just as upset
as I was.

Anyway, he just took me home
and he left.

What do you want?
You want me to find him
or what?

I want you to find out
why he broke the engagement.

I mean, there must be
some reason,
and it wasn't another woman.

Do you have any family
in Los Angeles?

Just my father.

What's his name?

Warner Jameson.

You talked to him
about it?

We don't get along.

He didn't like Mark.

As a matter of fact,
he hated him.

But then, he hated
every man I ever dated.

I guess
it's a father's prerogative
to hate what you like.

Or what you do for a living.

Can you find out for me?

What's the matter?
Can't you take the case?

Listen, Susan...

It's Sue.

I've got a little problem
of professional ethics...

that I got to clear up first.

What are you talking about?

It gets kind of involved.

What kind of ethics
does a private detective
have to have?

My own kind.

It has to do with shaving
and looking into mirrors...

and a lot of other trite stuff
you've probably heard before.

Let me see
if I can work it out,
and I'll give you a call.

How much do you charge?

$200 a day, plus expenses.

It's a lot.

Think so?

I was thinking
about increasing it.

No, I'll pay it.

Let me give you a call.

I just have to clear the decks
with an old client first.

I'll finish this taco
and I'll walk you to your car.

Come on in, Rockford.

Squeeze him, Mort.

Are you coming with us,
Rockford?

You all right, Dad?

Yeah.

What's going on?

You got the wrong guy.

I'm not even in
the private detective business
anymore.

Ask anybody. Ask my father.
Shut up.

What's it going to take
to convince you guys
I'm clean.

Listen, pal,
you got big trouble.

You're about to go see
one of the most important men
in the outfit.

You try this cheap
song and dance on him,
you know what happens.

No.

He tells me and Mort
to take you out somewhere...

and bury you up to your ears
in cement.

Well, look...

it's not definite
I was out of the business...

but I'm sure thinking
about it.

Look, I don't want
any trouble, believe me.

Rockford, shut up.

It's a long drive.
Don't cluck it up.

Right.

Who's in there?

Shut up.

Be sure and tell him
I'm not on a case
at the moment...

and I'm thinking
about leaving town.

Shut up.

Who's doing your material?
It's really monotonous.

Who's doing yours?

I am.

It shows.

[Car door slamming]

All right, Rockford.
Get out.

All right, Rockford.
We're not going
to need you today.

I want you to start walking.
That way.

I catch you looking back,
I'm going to put a hole
through you.

Now, get going.

Maybe someday,
when all this is over,
you and I can have a beer...

and you can tell me
what all this is about.

Bye.

The Federal Building,
downtown.

$10.45.

Here. Keep the change.

A $10 tip.
What do I got to do for it?

There's a trailer parked
by the beach.

2354, Pacific Coast Highway.

I want you to go inside
and there you'll find...

a very crotchety old man
tied up.

Untie him.
You're kidding.

He's my father.

There's a punch line,
right?

Whatever you got on the meter,
you get from him.

You keep the $10 tip.

Add another $5
and you got a deal.

You and my father
are going get along real good.

This is Lt. Barry.

Mr. David Shore
is in conference
with the Chief.

Would you please inform
Mr. Shore...

that Jim Rockford
is waiting in his office?

(policeman)
The Chief left for his office
a few minutes ago.

Thank you.

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Rockford.

It's not going to work,
Shore.

I'm going to be long gone
before he ever gets here.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Now, what can I do for you?

I got picked up again.
Kidnapped.

That's the second time
in two days.

Now, don't you come down here
to bleed on me.
I was trying to protect you.

I had you under surveillance
and you take off...

like a scalded duck
and the LA cops end up
busting two of my men.

Those two guys were Feds?

What do you think?

When did you
switch to Chryslers?

When the mob switched to
gray Chevys.

I just came down here
to find out what's going on...

if it isn't too much
of an imposition.

You going to testify
at Beck's trial?

Are you going
to level with me?

Sign the complaint
and I'll fill you in.

Fill me in and I'll sign
the complaint. Maybe.

All right. It's going to be
in the papers this afternoon,
anyway.

Mark Chalmers is dead.

He was shot last night
in his club, after it closed.

He's dead?
Yeah.

His name isn't Mark Chalmers.
It's Fred Willow.

He used to own
a big numbers operation
in Newark...

and we sewed him up
on a good felony
10 years ago...

when he traded 20 years
in the pokey for some
key testimony...

that landed five heads
of the largest
crime organizations in jail.

We agreed to give him
a new identity...

and we promised
to the best of our ability...

to protect him from the mob.

Obviously, we failed.

And you think
he was hit by the mob?

It had to be.

We told him
not to open the club.
I mean, that was stupid.

He should have gone
into something
with a low profile...

something like beachcombing.

What if it wasn't the mob
that killed him?

You know, Rockford,
you are beginning to annoy me.

If you want to play G-man,
go to Washington
and take the course.

That's funny.
That's the last thing
I'd want to do.

Hold up a second.

It's just not going to work.
There's not enough time.

It takes 15 minutes for him
to get over here
from the county courthouse...

and I've only been here
for 10.

Come on, Rockford,
you know you can testify.

Against some guy
in organized crime?

Come on.
They kill people.

We'll protect you.

What did you say
Chalmers' real name was?

Fred Willow.
He was a nice fellow.

Are you the U.S. Marshal
with the subpoena
for Rockford?

Yeah. He's still up there,
isn't he?

You bet. Shore's got him
locked in a room.
You better hurry.

Thanks a lot.

Hello, Rocky.

I see he got to you,
all right.

He got to me, all right.

Plus a $10 meter fee.
Plus a tip.

You tipped him?

The guy came
all the way over here...

on his own hook
and cut me free...

and I don't tip him?

I tipped him.

What am I supposed to do?
Write you a thank-you note?

What are you doing?

[Birds chirping]

Hello.

(Rockford)
Mr. Jameson,
it's Jim Rockford.

Yes, what is it?

I thought
you should know...

Mark Chalmers is dead.

I heard about it on the radio.

Some kind of a gang thing,
I think they said.

It wasn't a gang killing.

You seem sure.

I am.

I was picked up
by the gang after it happened.

They were still interested
to find out...

whether I knew where he was...

so they couldn't
have done it.

That doesn't make any sense.

Sure, it does, if you stop
and think about it.

Well, who did kill
Mark Chalmers?

I think it was
your daughter that killed him.

Perhaps we'd better
get together and discuss this.

Yeah, I thought so.

I'll be over at your place,
say 20 minutes.

No, not here.

I'll meet you
at the country house
in an hour.

All right, fine.

All right.

[Gun cocking]

[Gun cocking]

[Engine starting]

[Neighing]

[Snorting]

[Whinnying]

My daughter didn't kill him.

Yeah, I know. I lied to you.

I talked to Susan
before I came up here.

They were...

going to run away together.

I simply couldn't
let that happen.

I got him a great attorney.
He flew in from Texas.

But I don't know
what good it's going to do.

You know, I've tried
to hate him for what he did
to Mark...

but I can't. He's my father.

You seem to be holding up.

I always hold up.

It's one of my best qualities.

It's just the first two weeks
that were the worst.

Where would you like to go?

Somewhere
where they don't sell tacos.

I know just the place.

You know, I just
don't even want
to talk about it anymore.

I can't believe the way
people have been.

I feel like
I'm watching my life
on a soap opera.

I mean,
I know they mean well...

but I'm just tired
of the handwringing.

Maybe that's why
I like being with you so much.

You don't act as if I'm about
to come unraveled
at any moment.

That's because
you're not going to.

Now, who are they?

What?

Don't they know
I haven't been on a case
in two weeks?

I've had just about
all of this I can stand.

All right,
what do you want?

Marshal's Office.

You've been subpoenaed
to appear in court...

on December 23,
Federal Court Building...

to testify
in the kidnapping trial
of Torrance Beck.

Agent Shore says
to say hello.

Come on, you guys.
Give me a break, will you?