All language subtitles for The.Rockford.Files.S06E01.Paradise Cove.eng

I'm Althea Morgan. I'm
the court-appointed receiver.

I'm here to inventory
your possessions.

Receiver?

Well, you should have
listed it as an asset
securing a loan.

It's in hock!

I think you should try
to find a way to calm down.

Do you mind?

I'm suggesting that you hire
Mr. Rockford as the security
person here at the cove.

I don't do that kind of work.

What are you doing?

What do you mean,
what am I doing?

What does it look like?
I'm on patrol.

He's really different.
He's a sucker.

ALTHEA: Yeah,
but he's a nice sucker.

(PHONE RINGING)

ROCKFORD
ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

(BEEPS)

Jim, this is Cal from the
Leave the Whales Alone Club.

Our protest cruise
leaves from the pier
Saturday at 3:00 a.m.

The whales need you, Jim.

Well, I don't see what
you're staying so mad for.

It ain't like it was the first
bad breakfast you ever had.

Eggs courtesy of
the US Rubber Company,

orange juice you could
put in your battery...

Hey! Oh, sonny.
A little help here.

Oh, I'm sorry. Here.
Don't be in such a rush, huh?

It gets kind of heavy,
you know.

I keep forgetting that thing.

Hey, Dad...

Look, just look at him.

Don't pay him no mind at all.
The best thing you can do
is forget all about it.

Well, how can I forget it?
I'm gonna be paying for it
the rest of my life.

You all right, Dad?
Fine.

Well, I'll open the door.

Would you look
at him out there.

Hey, there's
no surfboards
on this beach.

You all want
to go surfing,
go someplace else.

ROCKFORD: C.C. Calloway.
Enemy of surfers.

He totes that
metal detector around...

How much do you think
that thing weighs?

Hey, I was thinking
maybe I'd fix you up
a couple of eggs.

Nice and soft,
the way you like 'em.

I bet it weighs at least
20 Ibs. He's throwing it
around like Hank Aaron.

I wonder how he does that
with his ruptured vertebrae
and his pinched nerve.

I might even be able
to find a couple of them
old English muffins in here

if I reach...

(EXCLAIMING)

Sonny!
Dad! Dad! Dad.

Dad, darn it,
I told you to sit down.

Now, will you please sit down?

I was just trying to fix you
up a little breakfast.
Yours got ruined.

Yeah, I know, Dad. I'm sorry.
It's just that I've had
a bad couple of months.

Everything I've done
has gone wrong,

and paying $35,000 to
that grizzly old beachcomber

just about ruined the year
beyond any chance of repair.

Well, after all, you did
run into him with the truck.

I wonder.
I really wonder.

I wouldn't mind
losing the judgment. Uh-uh.

No, if there'd been
one broken bone among all
those un-X-rayable injuries,

just one.

Oh, come on, sonny.

(SIGHING) Dad,
I guess you're right.

I just got to
get myself together and
take a whole new attitude.

I'll tell you what.
I'll tell you what.

Today is the beginning of
all good things that are
going to happen, right?

Let's you and me go
fishing, huh? Just you
and me, out on the pier.

We'll reel in some big ones.
What do you say?

Oh, sonny, I don't know.
I don't handle this...

Yes, sir!
Why don't we do that?
We'll go fishing.

I'll tell you what,
the reels and the poles
are all in the truck.

You go get 'em, sonny, huh?

Okay, Dad.

They can't hurt us anymore.
We're on top of it now.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah. I used to dodge
cars for a living, then I took
to running over other people.

It's not as profitable,
but at least I get
to do it sitting down.

You wouldn't be
James S. Rockford,
29 Cove Road, would you?

Yeah, yeah.
At least for a little longer.

I'm Althea Morgan. I'm
the court-appointed receiver.

I'm here to inventory
your possessions.

Receiver?

It's not pleasant news,
Mr. Rockford.

But Carl Colton Calloway
apparently received a $35,000
judgment against you.

The court wants to know
whether the state of your
business can support a payout

or whether to
recommend liquidation.

There's a number on
the back of that card.

You can call the court
and verify my credentials.

Yeah, I have really had
a bad couple of months,
Ms. Morgan.

Do you think that we could
possibly put this off till
after the first of the year?

No, but we could
possibly put it off
till after a cup of coffee.

Oh, well,
how terribly rude of me.

I'll see if I can scrape some
off the bottom of the pot.

Well, sonny,
they can't hurt us
no more, can they?

Oh, sure they can.

They can?
Yeah.

It's just a quick audit,
Mr. Rockford.

I'd like to start with
last year's tax return,
if you don't... Oh, I'm sorry.

Althea Morgan,
the court receiver,

I'd like you
to meet my father,
the crippled house painter.

Now, I don't want
any sympathy, but he does
sort of depend on me

to help him with
his medical bills.

You were sued. You lost.
I think it's only reasonable
to understand that the $35,000

has to come from someplace.

If you were the injured party,
I'm sure that you'd want
the court to establish

the defendant's capability
of paying the judgment.

Oh, the injured party, huh?
You wanna see
the injured party?

I'll show you
the injured party.
Look right through here.

See right out there,
the guy with the shovel, huh?
See him?

Oh, boy, those lower back
injuries are murder.

Sometimes, he has to sit down
for 10, 15 seconds after
digging an hour.

The court has
made its decision.

I'm just here to see
how solvent you are.

Look at her, Dad,
look at her. She's already
got her eyes on the TV set.

Oh, boy. I can see this
is gonna be one of those
terrific assignments

where I get clubbed to death
for trying to help you
with your problems.

I'm sure you have
financial statements
and records of some kind,

scribbled on the back of
the Sunday funnies, no doubt.

If you have some time,
I'd like to see them.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Okay, okay.
I'll get it, sonny.

I'll get it, Dad.

Dad, I said I would get it.
Now, would you please
just sit down?

Now go ahead, sit!

Jim, it's Jake.
Jake Sands.

It's 10:00. Meeting starts
in a few minutes.

All right.
I'll be along in a minute.

Hi, there.
Well, see, Jim,
the thing is...

John McLinton said
I was to make sure
everybody showed up.

I said I'm on my way.
I'll see you in a minute.

Yeah, sure.

Miss, do you think
you could come back later?

I have a meeting at
the Paradise Cove
Home Owners Association.

It's a biannual thing.
Maybe 2:00 or so?

Mr. Rockford, one of my best
credentials for this job

is that once I show up,
I stick like glue.

All right, now the first
order of business
from the sign-up sheet...

C.C. Calloway.

I think all of you know my
nephew Cliff right over there.

He's been spending
the summer with me.

As you all know...
Thank you. As you all know,

I've been the president of the
Keep The Cove Quiet Committee
for almost a year,

and I think that
this committee has done

one hell of a job
in keeping these surfers out

and making sure that
no dopers or acid heads

use our beach
for taking their sky rides.

All right!

Okay, okay.

Now, that brings us
to our next real problem,

and that's the problem of
unnecessary and hazardous
activity by the residents.

Now, I'm speaking
about Mr. Rockford
in particular.

Now,
as a Malibu County sheriff...
Ex.

...and as a bodyguard for
the late Mayor Andrew Levin,

I want to start off by saying
that I think I know just
a little bit more about this

than a lot of you.

Now, here's what we've done.

We have recorded
some of the incidents
that have occurred

around Rockford's trailer
in the last six months.

Now, I've added the dates
and the times to this tape,

and I think that it speaks
damn clearly to the problem.
Now here it is.

Having fun?

C.C. ON TAPE: November 16.
10:00 p.m.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CRASHING)

C.C. ON TAPE: December 24,
Christmas Eve. 7:46.

(GUNSHO TS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GUNSHO T)

C.C. ON TAPE: June 22,
2:00 a.m.

(EXPLOSION)

I think that most of us
remember when somebody placed
three sticks of dynamite

in Rockford's trailer
that night.

Well, Jim,
do you have
anything to say?

I don't think
it's a secret to anybody
that Calloway has been trying

to get me kicked out of here.

Dedicated to it,
mister. Dedicated.

Well, that
Christmas Eve incident,

so beautifully recorded
by Mr. Calloway from
the safety of his trailer,

well, that was when
the two burglars tried to
kill Mrs. Teconis in Unit 10.

And apparently,
ex-Sheriff Calloway was

too busy putting tape in
his recorder to go out there
and do anything about it.

Now, the point is

that this resident has
got himself engaged in
all kinds of trouble.

I want a vote
from the home owners

for the expulsion
of Mr. Rockford
from this community.

(ALL GROANING)

MAN: Jim's always
been a friend...

Excuse me,
excuse me.

If I might intercede
for a minute.
Yes, what's your name?

My name is Althea Morgan. I'm
a court-appointed receiver

looking into Mr. Rockford's
financial condition

due to the suit that
Mr. Calloway has filed.

I'd like to make a suggestion,
and if you would hear me out,
it might make some sense.

I don't need any help.

What I hear is that you're
all concerned about security.

Well...

I'm suggesting that you hire
Mr. Rockford as the security
person here at the cove.

Give him the responsibility
of keeping this area peaceful.

He's trained in
this kind of work.

Do you mind?

Furthermore,
I would like to add,

if you would all call
your insurance companies

and find out what effect
a security person who
makes regular rounds,

say at 6:00, 10:00, 12:00
and 2:00 a.m., would have
on your premiums,

you would
find it considerable.

Well, what would
you charge us,
Mr. Rockford?

I don't do that kind of work.

I think $200 a week
is a fair price.

Of course, you'll have to
set up punch key stations

and Mr. Rockford will have
to carry a meter,

just to prove to
the insurance company that
he's making regular rounds.

Carry a meter.
Are you kidding?

We have one of those
from when we had security
three years back.

It's in the rec room.

I think it's a great idea.
How about it?

(ALL CHEERING)

What's this?

It's listed as
an unrecorded asset at $2,000.

Why did you have to butt in?

I don't want to be
a security person, and
I make $200 a day, not a week.

How much you making right now?
This instant?

How much you make yesterday?

That's not the point.
When I work, I make
$200 a day, plus expenses.

The point is, Mr. Rockford,
that you don't work
a hell of a lot of the time.

Now, you undoubtedly feel that
I'm trying to pull the roof
in on you, but I'm not.

I'm trying to help you.

The cold wind of hope
blows eternal.

Will you knock off
the smart remarks?

Okay, so you stay up
a little bit later,
you make some rounds,

you end up generating
a fixed income that
can pay the overhead.

That's better than
you're doing now, friend.

Yeah, but walking around
carrying a meter
on my shoulder.

I mean, really, it's...
It's just...

Well, it lacks
a certain romance

that I've always associated
with my kind of work.

Romance belongs in the
back seat of a convertible.

What I am trying to do,
Mr. Rockford, is to make
some sort of a case for you.

I'm trying to prove
to the court that you have
a stable business here

with ongoing accounts.

I mean, so that they won't
order me to liquidate
the whole thing,

TV, trailer, cars,
and pay Calloway
out of the proceeds.

So, what is this
unrecorded asset for $2,000?

Case in point. German-made,
sound-activated tape recorder
with mini directional mikes.

Why didn't you
carry it as an asset?

It's in hock!

Well, you should have
listed it as an asset
securing a loan.

It's in hock!
It's been in hock
for almost a year.

I don't think I'll ever
get it out of hock,
so who cares how it's listed?

I think you should try
to find a way to calm down.

That is a good idea.

Yes, sir, I think I'll just
go out on patrol, huh?

Yeah, I'll take
my little meter
out for a stroll.

And let me know
if you find any assets
with feathers on it.

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

(WHISPERING) Cool it.
Someone's out there.

Let's get him.

Hey!

MAN: Come on! Get in.
Get it started. Let's go!

Dumb, dumb, dumb,
dumb, dumb, dumb!

WOMAN: Is someone hurt?

They go up slow,
but they come down fast.

Oh, well, we'll have to put
that into the newsletter.

Hey, pal, you're the one that
ashcanned the guard booth.

You hit one of those things
with a 5,000-Ib. Firebird,

you're going to total it
10 times out of 10.

Put that in your newsletter.

Hi, Mac.

C.C. Will have
a field day with this.

Well, I suppose we'll have
to have a committee meeting.

Well, maybe you ought
to just put it up to a vote, huh?

I mean, if you people
want me out, maybe
I ought to just leave.

I don't want you
to leave, Jim, neither
do the rest of us.

Only thing wrong with
you is that you're in a
kind of strange business.

But Mac and I like
having you around.

(BARKING)

MacArthur. MacArthur. Hush up.

Thank you, Mac.

Uh, Jim...

You might think about
paying for the shack.

Oh, yeah, well as soon
as I get square with C.C.,
that's my next big push.

(MACARTHUR BARKING)

(HONKS)

Well, well, you didn't try
to run me down today.

We must be making progress.

I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you.

You? Bad news? Impossible.

Oh, please, okay?

Mr. Calloway called
his lawyers yesterday,

and they've petitioned the
court to liquidate your assets

and to settle this
all immediately.

And you said?
What could I say?

I'm a functionary
of the court.

Apparently, his lawyers
appealed on the grounds
that he's 77,

and that he can't be asked
to wait. He could die and...

He's already over
the national average
on the age charts,

so the judge reconsidered.

I'm supposed to start listing
your things and putting
a price on them for sale.

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't mention it.

I was thinking about
washing them anyway.

It's my treat.

Dennis, Dennis, come on, pal.

Hey, really, I've heard
this story before.

Now really, just tell me
what you got so far.

Do you remember
Sergeant Daskin, the old guy
behind the booking desk?

Yeah, what about him?

Well, Sergeant Daskin
says that he was

on the LAPD back when
Calloway was a Malibu sheriff,

and that he was involved in a
big shootout in '29 or '30...

Hold on a minute,
will you, Jim.

Here's the report
you wanted, Lieutenant.

Go get yourself a haircut.

Yes, sir.

And that he took
a slug in the spine.

He took a slug in the spine?
The lower back, huh?

Right there in the old
ruptured vertebrae department?

Hey, you know, Dennis,
this could really be helpful.

I mean, if I could prove
that his medical problems

came from an old injury,
then maybe I could get,

you know, one of the doctors
that took the slug out
to testify on my behalf.

That's a great idea, Jim.
We could swing on
out by Forest Lawn,

dig one up and see
if we can't get a statement.

Yeah, 1930s. No chance, huh?

Look, I gotta go,
but there's one other thing
that you might look into.

Daskin says that C.C. Calloway
had a nickname back then.

You know what
the C.C. Stands for?

Yeah, Carl Colton.

His handle was
"Come with the Cash" Calloway.

He has a shopping bag
for every occasion,

his hand's into
everybody's pockets, including
local hoods and politicians.

Thanks for the info, Dennis.

ANGEL: Okay, Jimmy, I got you
here like you wanted. Now,
where's the 50 bucks?

ROCKFORD: Shut up, Angel.

ROCKFORD: "As near as
authorities can construct it,

"Samuel Wing, well-known
Hawaiian bootlegger
of bonded Irish whiskey,

"was delivering
a massive shipment.

"It was brought ashore
on small boats

"and delivered
to an LA racket boss,
Roscoe Ragland.

"At approximately 2:00 a.m.,
the quiet stretch of beach
north of Malibu

"erupted with gunfire.

"The Sheriff's Department
suspects vandals

"who were not part
of the illegal liquor deal

"apparently found out
about the transaction

"and tried to take the cache
of old Irish, which was
stacked neatly on the beach.

"A passing Malibu Sheriff,
Carl Colton Calloway,

"heard the gunfire and
proceeded to the scene.

"In what
Malibu authorities term
an act of extreme courage,

"he attempted to regain order
and sustained a gunshot wound
in the back.

"He was taken to
Our City of Angels Hospital
for immediate surgery.

"As of this date,
his condition is unknown."

How about that? He took
one in the back, just like
Sergeant Daskin remembered.

Yeah. Let me tell you
what I remember.

I remember a guy
telling me on the phone that
he was gonna pay me some gelt.

You know, when you say
you're gonna pay gelt, then
you gotta pay gelt, Jimmy.

That's how business works.

Hey, wait a minute.

"Roscoe Ragland was
taken into custody
with gunshot wounds

"and booked after
receiving first aid.

"Samuel Wing was found dead,
floating in the surf along
with numerous others

"as yet unidentified.

"Authorities are searching the
small cove north of Malibu.

"It has been rumored
that Samuel Wing dealt
only in gold bullion.

"Authorities believe that
the gold is somewhere
in the vicinity

"and is as yet undiscovered."

Where does it say
that about the gold?
Right there.

Says something
about gold? Gold?
Yeah.

Jimmy...

Jimmy, them Chinese gangsters,
they're freako about gold.
I mean, even still.

You know Johnny Soo?
The hockshop cat?
Yeah.

He'd rather take a gold watch
than greenbacks any day.

Listen to this.

"The beach north of Malibu
is called Paradise Cove,

"but it was far from paradise
last night when 10 people died

"in a struggle for 50 cases
of imported whiskey."

Treasure.
Treasure, Jimmy, treasure.
It's gotta be all that gold.

The treasure
of Paradise Cove. Gold.

We're going to be rich, Jim,
we're going to be rich!

Yeah, Angel. Angel,
shut up. Just shut up.
That was 50 years ago.

Look, I want you to stay here,
see if you can find
any follow-up stories.

Anything on the gold or
the bullet in Calloway's back.

Where you going?

I'm gonna see if I can keep
a lady from selling my house
out from under me.

I'll see you at the cove
at 9:00 with anything
you can dig up.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Jimmy. They never found it.
They... They never found
the, uh, picnic basket.

Yeah, well, I'd love to stay
and talk to you about it,

but I have a date with
about a half a dozen
little wooden posts.

Well, that about
does it for me.

I've got almost
everything priced
and cataloged.

I'll buy you a drink
when you get back.

One for the road,
as the saying goes?

I'm sorry, Althea.

Hasn't been too much fun
for you either.

See you over there
in about 15 minutes.

I lost my picnic basket.

I'm trying
to paper-train my parrot.

Jimmy? Jimmy?
Jimmy? Jimmy?
Where'd you go?

Jimmy, it's me, Angel.
I got to talk to you, man.

They never found it, Jimmy.
It's still down there.

Come on, man, I got
to talk to you. Jimmy...

Jimmy?

(GASPS)

Jimmy! Jimmy!

ANGEL: Jimmy!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!
Let's go!

Come on, now. Hurry up!

Go!

MAN: The chair! Dump it.

(HORN HONKING)

Jimmy? Oh, for heaven's...

What are you doing?

What do you mean,
what am I doing?

What does it look like?
I'm on patrol.

Cliff, get the cruiser.
We're taking him in.

Okay.

That's it for me.

Out he goes.

Jim, you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

I think a couple
more patrols, I ought to
have this whole area leveled.

You call the cops
and I'll file a complaint.

You know, C.C., I always
wondered about you
and that metal detector.

You don't suppose
there might be
some buried treasure

around this beach someplace,
do you, huh?

What am I supposed to do?
Am I gonna call the cops
or not?

C. C: Well, who said anything
about calling the cops?

C. C: Hey, the show's over.
Now, come on,
everybody back inside...

ANGEL: Jimmy!
Oh, Jimmy,
they hurt me...

ROCKFORD: Wait for me.
I'll be right back.
Stay here...

Jimmy, my stomach.
They hurt me, Jimmy!

Jimmy, Jimmy...

Hey, wanna come out now?

Jimmy, oh, they hit me,
they hit me. They hit...

Yeah? That's what it looked
like to me, too. You okay?

I don't know. I...

Maybe I ought to talk
to my attorney before
I give a quick answer.

Come on.

What happened?

Look what you did
to Lucille, my '59
cherry Caddy convertible.

It's a collector's item...

Yeah, you ought to
collect about 50 bucks.

You can't even get
body work around town.

Hey, Rockford! In here.

Yeah. Look, would you
go inside and look up
Hillhaven Hospital?

Now, I don't know
which book it's in,
but I think it's local.

It's either Pacoima
or Simi Valley.

All right,
all right.

Well, fellas.

I guess you heard
that court is selling you out.

That's right.

Lock, stock
and a barrel of rum.

Meaning?

Meaning I love
a treasure hunt.

We gotta talk.

That's right.
Yeah, I think we're
gonna have to talk,

but not right now.

I got a few things
I want to look into first.

I'm the sheriff
of this county.
When I say talk, you talk.

Otherwise, I put you in
that cruiser, I take you in.

I wouldn't get in that cruiser
with you if you were
giving away free ice cream.

You know, rumor has it
that, back in the '30s,

you ran a pretty good store
out of the back of that thing.

Everything from underworld
payoffs to putting knots
on people's heads.

You know what they used to
call your uncle back then?

Old
"Come with the Cash" Calloway.

Hey, I ain't afraid
of you, mister.

Now, what has that
got to do with anything?

You go messin' our deal here,

I just might have
to grind up your sombrero.

He's a little short
on smarts, isn't he?

He's got his uses.

Yeah, yeah, well, I'm gonna
tell you something, Calloway.

I am through fooling with you.

If you or your
pet squirrel here
get in my way,

you're gonna get
carried out on a stretcher.

He knows.
I know he knows, C.C.
He knows it's down there.

Yeah, maybe,
but he don't know where.

I'm the only one
who knows where,

and it took me 50 years
to figure this out.

He ain't gonna do it
in no 24 hours.

Well, this is it.

Listen, I got a plan.
Now, listen to this, Jimmy.

You and the skirt
should go on inside,

you prowl around, see
if you can find this guy.

I'll take up the point here
and I'll guard your back.

Guarding my back means
taking off at the
slightest hint of trouble.

(LAUGHING)

Listen to her.
We're out here in Pacoima
trying to find a killer,

she thinks it's funny.
What did you have
to bring her for?

I'm here to protect my car.

That's a condition
of the loan.

All right,
you two stay here.

I'll go in and look around.

And stay here
means stay here.

(LAUGHING)

He's really different.
He's a sucker.

Yeah, but he's a nice sucker.

WOMAN ON PA: Dr. St. Clare,
call cardiology.
Dr. St. Clare.

Oh, miss.

Hmm?

Yeah, Corky Coogan?

You see,
it's my stepfather and...

Dr. Russell to rehabilitation.

How do you put it?

Slipping away?

Ah, exactly, exactly,
that's it, slipping away.

I remember he told me he had
a friend that checked in here,

and I was thinking, you know,

if you had a patient who was
an old buddy of Daddy Mike's.

Yeah, I wonder,
you know, if I could just
take a look at the roster,

I'm sure I'd recognize
the name on it and then
I could kind of tell him that,

you know,
he has a friend in here.

I could just ease him
over the threshold.

Commit him?

I was trying to put it
a little more delicate.

Sure.

Thank you.
Mmm-hmm.

(WOMAN CHATTERING O VER PA)

Well, I don't know, miss.

I don't see any names here
I recognize.

You know, I could've gotten
the wrong hospital.

Yeah, but I sure do
want to thank you.

Sure.

Mr. Ragland?

Mr. Ragland? I'd like
to ask you some questions

about something that happened
a long time ago.

It was you
and Samuel Wing.

There was a shootout
at Paradise Cove
back in the '30s?

Apparently C.C. Calloway
was there, there was
a lot of gold bullion missing.

How could he trace us up here?

We took the plates
off the ambulance.

I'm telling you,
it's that goombah from
the beach. The same one.

This dude's come here
to spit in our hole.

Where's the gold?

(LAUGHING)

Hot dog.

What?

Hot dog! Hot dog!

He's there. Come on!

There he is.
Come on.

Oh, no!

Oh, you did it again!

Yeah, I did it.

All right,
now here's the cliff.

That's where
the park would be,

and right here is where
they built the Sandcastle.

Over there, where
that little house is,

that's where my trailer sits.

What are you thinking,
Jimmy?

You're thinking
about something.

What're you thinking about,
Jimmy? Let us know
what you're thinking...

Angel, shut up.

That's too small
to be a house,
don't you think, Jim?

Well, yeah, yeah, but...

Yeah, it looks like
some kind of food stand.

ALL: Hot dogs.

Hot dogs?
At this time of night?

I was thinking more
about making up some
coffee and ice cream.

No, no, no, Dad.
Ragland said "hot dog."

What if this little building
was a hot dog stand?

You know what I'm thinking?
I'm thinking I'll go on home

and rest my leg.
It's starting to ache.

Ah, no, no, no, Dad.
Just go on and
lie down on my bed.

Oh, that's a good idea, sonny.

Old Joe, moves like a cat.

Why would Ragland
put gold bullion
in a hot dog stand?

Who said he did?

Yeah, I know, it's nuts.
But then, those three guys
from the hospital,

they've been burrowing under
Benny Frank's hot dog stand
every night this week.

But that stand was built
just a few years ago.
That wasn't here in the '30s.

Well, I figure if you take
the combined intelligence
of those three mop-swingers,

you're gonna come up
with a two-digit figure.

Are you trying to say
that you think your trailer
is over the gold?

(LAUGHS)

Did you hear what I just said?

In a quiet reasonable voice,
I just asked if your trailer
was over gold bullion.

I think I'm going
a little crazy.
I think I need some air.

You can go outside
if you want to,

but if some guys in white
part your hair with a shovel,

don't come looking to me
for help.

What have we got
on Ragland?

Not much. Let's see.
Ragland.

He was arrested on
this beach in 1930.

He was sentenced
to federal prison in Kansas
and killed a guard there.

He just got out last year
because he was beginning
to drift a little.

Drift? What?
Are you kidding?

He's a lemon meringue pie.

He's been blowing off
his mouth to a bunch of guys
with mops about our gold.

It makes you wanna puke.

Okay, Angel.
That does it, huh?

That's it for tonight.
You've managed
to give me my headache.

Let's just sleep on it.

Hey, buckaroo,
I don't let nobody
out of my sight.

This is the big one,
this is the big score.

I don't sleep.

I sit on my blanket with
my gun on my lap and I keep
an eye on you all night long.

Treasure of the Sierra Madre.
Humphrey Bogart,
Walter Huston, Tim Holt.

Terrific ending.
Almost everybody ate a bullet.
Come on, let's go for a walk.

I wouldn't go out there.
I really wouldn't. You can
get hurt on that beach.

Ain't nobody leaves here
without me.

Let's go.

Yeah, well, somebody better
keep an eye on Old Joe.

Oh, gosh, it's been
a strange two days.

I wouldn't argue with that.

Yeah, but I come out here
looking for a deadbeat, and I
wind up looking for treasure.

Alleged treasure.

The only thing we know
for sure is that Calloway

and a bunch of attendants
at a convalescent home
think it's here.

Just find it hard to believe
that it sat under a hot dog
shack for 50 years...

But it had to be hidden,
in a false floor or something.

Maybe it was paved over
when they were in the hospital
or in prison.

Maybe.

(SIGHS)

I suppose you know that
you're not going to be able
to forestall the court.

They're gonna sell
everything you own.

Well, I've been here
for six years. Maybe
it's time to move on.

Jim, for what
it's worth, right now,

I think C.C. Is faking.

Oh, really?

No, I think
the court is wrong.

I believe you.

Yeah, well, for a gal who
started out cold and crisp,

you're starting to
be a soft touch.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Well...

Maybe you hit me
at the right time.

Maybe I'm ready
for a treasure hunt
about this time in my life.

You warm enough?
Yeah.

I feel a fog coming in.

Five years business school,

parents who starved
to put me through...

Everything has to count.
Every moment has to pay off.

No treasure hunts
for little Althea.

She didn't have
much fun, either.

Well, don't tell me
you're having fun now.

You know what
the best part was?
Hmm?

Hitting that ambulance.
Whammo! Right in the wheels.

Oh, it was terrific.

(LAUGHING)

What was that for?

Well, you hunt
your kind of treasure,
and I'll hunt mine.

A true romantic.

Yeah. And not
a convertible in sight.

Jimmy!

Jimmy.
Jimmy!

Jimmy!
Come on!
Come on.

What's wrong?
It's him, man.
It's that crazy old sheriff.

He's on the telephone.

Hello?
Rockford?

Yeah.

We gotta talk.

Yeah?

I'll be parked under the
bridge next to the highway
with the lights out.

In an hour.
You come alone.

Where do you get that stuff?
The late show?

I'll see you at the Sandcastle
in 10 minutes.

I didn't know we were
bringing our stooges.

I ain't scared of you,
Rockford.

Oh, you tell him
to get lost, huh?

If I wanted someone
to drool on the peanuts,

I'd go out and get
a little brown doggie.

You don't scare me, mister.

Not one little bit.

Sure, I do, Cliff.
Sure, I do.

Well, why don't you go out
and see that nobody messes
with the cruiser?

Well, this is certainly
turning out to be
everything I'd hoped for.

Okay, Rockford.
You got a smart mouth,
you got us all scared silly.

Let's get to it. Okay?

All right.
I know about
the bullion,

I know where it is
and I'm gonna dig it up.

Assuming I knew what the hell
you were talking about,

why are you meeting with me?

Well, just so you know that
I'm on top of this thing,
I'll tell you where it is.

It's under my trailer.
Yeah.

Wanna know
how I found out?

Ah, well, that's a big,
long, bizarre story.

Did you hear that
Roscoe Ragland is in town?

Well, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I heard.

I also heard
he's hooked up to a water bag,
so it doesn't matter...

Oh, yeah, yeah,
but he keeps going
in and out of focus.

And he's talking in his sleep.

Oh, that guy's a liar.
He didn't live up to
nothing he promised.

You were on his payroll
back in the '20s, right?

Good old
"Come with the Cash" Calloway?

You didn't stumble into
that shooting. You were
his security on the deal.

Okay. Statute of limitations
ran out on that, okay?

Sure, I provided security
for the bootlegging
on this cove.

I got a piece of the take.
So what?

Here it is, C.C.

You see, I don't
really believe too much
in treasure hunts,

so I'm gonna walk away
from the whole thing.

I'll pull my trailer
right out and you can
hack up the asphalt.

What do you want?

A signed
and witnessed statement

that you are withdrawing
your judgment from me,
you don't have a back injury,

and if you find anything
down there, I get 10%.

All right, you got a deal.

You move the trailer.
I'll be there at 2:00 a.m.

I'll bring the pick axes
and the lanterns.

And I'll bring the affidavit
and the cucumber sandwiches.

A real comedian.

(SMACKS LIPS)

Okay, hold it,
hold it, hold it.

Okay, Dad.
Okay, easy, easy. Pull it out.

Well, I'm tired
of plowing into buildings.

Maybe I'll shoot
the place up instead.

You think it's
dangerous out there?

Oh, probably not.

Althea, it's almost 2:00.

Now, I'm gonna want you
to witness the affidavit
after Calloway signs it, huh?

Okay.
Then I want
all of you to take off.

You can use Rocky's truck.

Good idea, Jimmy.
Except I think
you ought to know

that if you try and take off
with my share of the treasure,

I'll take Old Joe
here as a hostage.

Now, you just try it,
and Old Joe will just
stove your head in.

Here.

You're gonna give
the whole thing away, Jimmy?

What in the hell
is wrong with you?

I'm not letting this thing
be signed. No way.

Angel, how would you like
to spend the summer at the
West Hollywood Dental Clinic?

I wouldn't.

I'm staying, Jim.

No, you aren't.
You want me
to witness that?

I'll witness it if
you promise me I can stay.

Well, well, well.

We got the honey
all hotted up, didn't we?

You're chasing the skirts
and you're not concentrating
on the gold,

and you end up
giving it all away to
this looney-tunes sheriff.

I'm staying anyway.

I'm staying too, sonny.

Well, you can count me out.

(DOOR SLAMS)

All right, Althea,
after you sign the affidavit,

you come back in here
and lock the door, huh?
All right.

Now, you know how
to use one of these?

Yeah, I did
a little trapshooting.

What about me, sonny?

Oh, Dad, you go over to the
pay phone at the Sandcastle.

If anything starts happening,
you call the cops. Okay?

Don't you come out
till I wave to you.

Okay.

Here, I'll get you a light.

Good.

Althea.

Mmm-hmm.

You got great legs.

Oh, how sweet
of you to notice.

All right, Rockford,
make tracks.

Oh, no. I'm staying here
to keep an eye on my interest.

Then you swing a pick.

Okay, let's go.

I got a reading with
that metal detector
about two months ago.

I put a nail in here
to mark the spot.

Yup, there it is.
Right there.

Okay. Here we go.

(SHUSHING)

What?

I think I heard something.

Oh, yeah. It sounds like
those three guys are attacking
the hot dog stand again.

Yeah, so we gotta take 'em
before they take us.

What?
Let's use the cruiser.

We can use the spotlight.

The spotlight? C.C.

He wants to use the spotlight.
C.C., come back here...

I ain't afraid of them,
mister.

Well, you haven't had any
ring time with them either,
sonny.

All right, come on,
let's go.

Well, come on.
Oh, I knew it. I knew it.

C.C., wait!

C.C., wait.
Don't do anything stupid.

C.C., what are you doing?

This is Sheriff Calloway.
You're under arrest.

C.C., get back in here.
Are you crazy?

C.C., come on, get down.

All right,
you come out of there
with your hands in the air.

I did it, you see that?
I finally caught 'em.
I finally caught 'em.

Yeah. These men are prisoners
of Sheriff Carl Colton
Calloway of Malibu.

Ex-Sheriff Calloway.

C. C: Well, that ain't right.
I've been rooked!

Well, it don't matter
what the government says,
that there gold is mine!

I've been waiting
50 years to get that,

and it's mine and you're
not gonna take it from me.

Jim, Jim.
You got 10%.

You gotta stop them.

Well, what do you
want me to tell 'em?

Well, it's against the law.

All right, explain it
to him again, Althea.

That gold was stolen
from the military vaults
in 1929 by Roscoe Ragland.

So it's theirs, not yours.

Well, it's a damn gyp.

I've been combing
around here for 50 years.
Somebody should have told me.

How do you think I feel?

I got 50%
of 10% of nothing.
Nada, niente.

50 years of climbing
up and down sand dunes.

Look at it this way,
Sheriff.

All that exercise
wasn't a total waste.

You got great legs.

So, you're out
of trouble, Jimmy.
Yeah.

And if the government decides
to give you and C.C.
A finder's fee,

you get 10%.
That ought to clean up
most of your debts.

Maybe even get that
old unrecorded asset
out of hock, huh?

Yeah, I guess
this is my lucky day.

Mine, too.

Can I stay for the weekend?

Yeah, yeah, maybe we can dig

for something more reasonable,
like clams.

Yeah, I cook 'em
in lemon and butter.

Oh, I'd like that.

Guess I'm off
my cold streak.

They can't hurt us now.

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