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Stop in the name of the law!

You're in some trouble,
Freddie, and I'm willing
to help you.

But you've gotta
get yourself in focus.

This is the pendant,
honey, okay?

Stop looking at my chest.

This guy is the killer.
And you can quote me
on that one.

Don't shoot at him,
you turkeys!

We have a killer
who looks like Kato and
dresses like Bozo the Clown.

Well, I think we should
follow this lead and
catch our killer, Jim.

Oh, nothing to it,
eh, Lance?

Well, it won't be easy.
These things never are.

What now, Lance?

(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)

DUSENBERG: Jim, Frank.
I put a new outlet
in the kitchen.

I lay in the cable
and the box.

Then I pulled the breaker,
just like you said,

and both of my TVsets
start burning.
What do I do now?

With the convention, sir?

Huh?

Valet parking.

Huh?

Would you like me
to park your car, sir?

This is my first convention.
Where do I go?

Ballroom, second floor.
Okay.

Valet?

No, why don't you just
park my car? I'll use
the bathroom upstairs.

First nomination, I hear.

Yeah, this is
the first time.

Carmine was nominated
for the Goodhue in '56.

He didn't win,
but he should have.

Well, I think
the nomination is
actually the award.

Don't you believe it,
Rockford. Nobody
cares for a loser.

What was it you did
that got you nominated?

Well, it was really
kind of technical.

In its own way,
it was fascinating.

You know, it set precedent
in the field of accident
insurance.

Probably ended up in
a hell of a shooting, huh?

Well, no, no, no,
actually, what I did was

I timed the affidavits
that were issued during
the investigative phase...

Carmine was in
a shootout in '56.

He was wounded,
but he saved
the bank hostages.

He should have won
the Goodhue that year.
Everybody said so.

Carmine, honey,
show him your scar.

I got a slug
in the right arm.
Here, I'll show you.

See, the thing that
intrigued me about the case
was there were six statements

and all of them corresponded
to the investigating officers'
original report.

Sounds like a good deal.
Here you go.
Take a look at this.

Nice.

This case that you
were nominated for.
What's it about?

You... You researched
something?

Yeah, yeah. It was really
kind of fascinating.

Come on, May.
Don't let the poor guy
go over it again.

Let's get some more booze.

Yeah, well, see you.

Hello, Carmine.
Hi, Lance.

Boy.

There goes a swell guy.

You know, Carmine should've
won the Goodhue in '56.

But that's life.

Well, fellow nominee,
how's tricks?

Well, I'm not having
too much luck with this drink.

This is your first
nomination, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah.
First time ever.

But I think the nomination
is really the award.

And you deserve it.
I think you should win.

Well, I don't think so.

As a matter of fact,
I think you will, Lance.

The case I had was
a bit of a snore.

Just a bunch of
silly timings of a bunch
of silly affidavits.

Come on, Jim.
What are you talking about?

You think that because
you weren't nominated
for some cornball shootout

that you're not gonna win?

What you did set legal
precedent in accident cases
that'll stand for years.

Timing those affidavits.
Finding the two minute
and 35 second omission...

Fifty-seven.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Not that it matters,

but it was two minutes
and 57 seconds
that was missing.

I think it's fascinating, Jim.
And just between you and me,
I voted for you,

because I think it's that
kind of nose-to-the-books
investigation

that should be recognized
in our industry more.

I wish you hadn't
of voted for me, Lance.

Oh? Why?

Well, I didn't vote for you.

I voted for myself.

Really?

Oh, well. In my whole life,
I never voted for myself.

I always do.

Well, I guess I shouldn't
have sent the letter, either.

Letter?

Well, the one asking
the membership to vote
for you on the grounds that

accident investigation law
is an important and growing
part of our industry.

Lance, I mean, really,
there was nothing to it.

I mean, it's just
a bunch of silly timings.

You know, I wrote
my doctoral thesis

in evidentiary procedure
on the pre-trial phase
of accident investigation.

It's a fascinating field,
Jim. And you're on
the leading edge of it.

Doctoral?
You have a doctorate?

It's nothing, really.

I took
some night school courses,
did it in my spare time.

See, I always say that
spare time is a resource.
We should use it wisely.

What do you do in
your free time, Jim?

Fish. Sometimes
I go to the ball game.

Hey, fellas. Uncle Vern
wants to get things started.

Good luck, Lance.
I voted for you, despite
the letter that you sent.

Thank you, Larry.

I think Rockford's case
is a real drowsy number.
I just can't get behind it.

Yeah, well, I...
I think the nomination
is really the award.

Crap-ola.

Cute kid.

Vern's business has
really picked up since
he brought his nephew in.

Larry's a very
aggressive guy.

He's brought in
a lot of new electronic
surveillance equipment.

Don't you think
we ought to get seated?

You know, they really
should have put us at
a table near the front.

You're going to
have a long walk.

Testing, one, two, three.
One, two, three.
Is this working?

MAN: Sure, it's working!

Good evening, ladies and
gentlemen, and welcome to
the 27th annual awards dinner

of the United Association
of Licensed Investigators.

May I start by welcoming
all our out-of-state guests

and by saying how glad
we are to have you with us.

And, well, without
any further ado,

I'd like to introduce
the president of our
association,

and my uncle, and just one
all-around great guy,

Vern "The Hawk" St. Cloud.
Come on up, Uncle Vern.

A funny thing
happened on the way
to the convention tonight.

I stopped to get
a bite to eat
in a restaurant,

and I ordered the
chicken a la Maserati.

Well, it turned out to be
a hen that was run over
by an Italian sports car.

(LAUGHS)

Vern's as funny as ever.

He's trying, Jim.
Give him a chance.

But seriously, folks.
The saddest thing in the world
is a one-fingered pickpocket.

All he can steal
is Life Savers.

(LAUGHS)

(CLEARS THRO AT)

Okay. Now that
we've had a good laugh,

I'd like to move right along
to the business at hand,

the presenting
of the Goodhue.

Well, the Goodhue is awarded
annually by the membership
to the private detective

who has done the most
for his profession this year.

Now, without further ado,
I'd like to get right on
with the nominees.

The nominees are

James Scott Rockford
of Rockford Investigations
for evidentiary research

in the precedent-setting
Rittenhouse Insurance Group
versus Federated Van Lines.

Rockford spent hours
timing affidavits and
finally discovered

a missing two minutes
and 35 seconds in a tape.

Fifty-seven.

It resulted in the case
being won or something.

Nice, Jim.

(PEOPLE APPLAUD)

The next nominee,
which is Lance White
of Lance White Investigations.

Lance saved three 10-year-old
girls from certain death,

risked his life
in the midst of gunfire and
brought all three to safety.

He received this city's
meritorious achievement award,
the mayor's plaque,

and the chief of police
intends to honor him
for bravery

at the June
policeman's banquet

with the medal of valor award.

Now, let's hear it
for Lance.

One incredible
act of heroism!

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

(PEOPLE WHISTLING)

And the third nominee
is Mike Sheffield.

He was wounded attempting
to keep surveillance
on a top underworld figure.

And he pulled himself out
of his car and continued
the surveillance on foot,

eventually observing
a heroin transaction.

Now, that's hanging in there!

Unfortunately, Sheff's
still in the hospital
recovering from that one.

But we'll keep
his Goodhue for him.

Okay. Now the envelope,
please.

(MAN WHOOPING)

And the winner is...

Well, apparently
the winner is
James S. Rockford.

(LANCE APPLAUDING)

Don't make it too windy,
Rockford. It's a long agenda.
Just say, "Thank you."

Thank you.

(PEOPLE APPLAUD)

Thank you?
What kind of acceptance
speech is that, kid?

(LAUGHS)

Now, while we're getting
ready to dig into those
terrific roast beef dinners,

I'd like to move
right along and present
the speaker of the evening,

Senator Harmon D. Zinota.

(PEOPLE MUTTERING)

Come on.

Wait a minute now.
I know he's not very
popular with this group.

We all know that
he's been trying to get
invasion of privacy measures

passed in this state
that some of you feel
will hurt our industry.

It's gonna put us all
out of business, that's
what it's gonna do, Vern.

What do we have to
listen to him for?

VERN: We felt
we should hear from
Senator Zinota personally.

Learn firsthand
what he intends.

It's a very important issue.

It affects
our very livelihoods.

Now I'd like to present
to you Senator
Harmon D. Zinota.

Senator Zinota?

Senator Harmon D. Zinota.

Senator Zinota?

Senator Zinota?

Hello there.
Is this thing working?
Senator Zinota?

What's going on in here?

What'd you do to him?

(STAMMERING)
Hey, no. I mean, I...

Now wait a sec.

(GRUNTS)

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

He killed the senator!
He killed the senator!

GUARD 1: Hold it, you!
GUARD 2: Hey, buddy, wait up!

ROCKFORD: Freddie! Beamer!

GUARD 1: Stop! Hold it, fella!

Somebody call the police.
Anybody see who did this?

It was that mechanic guy,
the one who's always putting
stories in Detective Digest.

What's his name? Bummer?

Beamer!

(GRUNTS)

GUARD 1: Hold it right there!

Don't shoot at him,
you turkeys!

Wrong way!
Stop! Stop!

Hey, watch it!

BEAMER: Oh, no,
I'm out of gas.

Oh, no.

What's wrong, Freddie, huh?
Why'd you run?

Huh?

Why'd you run?
Huh?

Why did you run?
Huh?

Why did you run, Freddie?

Because people were
chasing me, Jim.

Okay, come on, you're
gonna turn yourself in.

I don't wanna.
You're gonna.

I don't wanna! I don't wanna!
You're gonna! You're gonna!

Come on.

You didn't kill him,
right, Freddie?

Who? Kill who?

Senator Zinota.

Is he dead, too?
Then who was that
guy in the can, Jim?

Senator Zinota.
That was the guy
in the bathroom.

The guy in the
bathroom was...

(STUTTERS)

Oh, no!

Freddie! Freddie!

Freddie? Freddie?
Hey, Freddie.

Huh? Oh, no.

Are you there, Freddie?
Hey, hey, hey, come on.

No. Oh, no.

All right, come on,
Freddie. Fred!

Freddie, there must have
been 200 guys in that room,

any one of which
could have had a motive
to kill that senator.

You just happened to be
the one who stumbled in
after he got killed.

I always dreamt of
winning a Goodhue.

I always dreamed it.
I guess my career's over now.
My Goodhue will never come.

Freddie, this thing
isn't going to be
too hard to beat.

If you hadn't run,
you'd probably be
home free.

A Goodhue. I am
holding a Goodhue.

Freddie. Hey, Freddie.
Hello, Freddie!

You know, Jim,
this proves that you are the
best private eye in the world.

Now, if I have to turn
myself in, I wanna know
you're gonna help me.

Hey, Freddie,
this thing isn't too much.

As far as my being
a good private eye,
there must be,

oh, a hundred, a thousand guys
that you could hire who could
do the same...

Jim, I want you
to promise me
you're gonna help me.

Freddie, Freddie, if I had
the time, I'd be in there
swinging with both hands.

But my problem is
right now is...

A Goodhue. I am
holding a Goodhue.

Freddie! Will you quit it
with the Goodhue, huh?

It's just a dumb award.
It's nothing!

Jim, that's your Goodhue!

Freddie!
It's a dumb statue!

Now, forget it, will you?
It's nothing!

You're in some trouble,
Freddie, and I'm willing
to help you.

But you've gotta get
yourself in focus.

They are gonna hang me,
aren't they, Jim?

They're not gonna
hang you, Freddie.

They're gonna give you
a lie detector test,
that clears you.

Bing, bang, boom,
you're out the front door and
you are home sleeping tonight.

A test? Jim, I am
no good at tests.

Even in elementary school
when they were easy.

Sometimes I don't even
understand the questions.

Freddie, it is
not a hard test.

They're going to ask you
some questions and
you tell them the truth.

Oh. I can do that.

Well, which is it?
Freddie Beamer or
Arnold Beamer?

Well, it's Freddie now,
but I was born Arnold.

I changed it
because I found out
I didn't like Arnie

as much as I thought
I was gonna like it

when I found out
that was my name.

I need a yes or no
answer, Lieutenant.

Phrase the question
so he gives us
a yes or a no.

Is your name Fred Beamer?

That is what I am
trying to tell you.

Yes or no, mister?

Yes!

For the last five years.
Before that it was Arnold.

I'm not very good at tests.
I probably should have
told you guys that.

I'd probably be a lot better
if I had my glasses,

but Rockford knocked them off
and I couldn't find them.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Okay, I'll make
a short statement here.

REPORTER:
Are you helping the police?

Is this thing working?
Can I hear me?

Of course. Let's go.
We're rolling.

Okay. Now, what happened
was our convention was
destroyed by this mechanic,

who I want you to know
is not a member

of the United Association
of Licensed Investigators.

Now, this guy tried to
get in a half a dozen times,

but we blocked him
because he doesn't
have the credentials

and because he spends
three or four days a week
working on cars.

How about the murder?
Do the police have
any solid evidence?

Solid evidence? You kidding?
They got the guy who did it.

He gonged the senator
in the john and took off.

Come on, fellas.
What do you want?

This guy is the killer.
And you can quote me
on that one if you like.

That's all for now.

Wait a minute, Uncle Vern,
I've got something to say.

Gentlemen, the U.A.L.I.
Would like to let you know

that we're setting up
an information center,

and any further
statements to the press
will be made at

the Hopalong Cassidy Suite
at the Gene Autry Hotel.
Thank you very much.

REPORTER 1: Are you guys
helping the police?

Come on, give us
some answers, will you?

REPORTER 2:
It has to be political.

Jim? Hey, Jim.

ROCKFORD:
Yeah, Freddie?

Jim, I didn't pass.

What are you
doing here, Rockford?

I brought him in,
remember?

So, what are you looking for?
A letter of recommendation?

Move out of the way.
Come on, let's go.

Lancer.

How's tricks, Chappy?

It's a tough one.
Real tough. The guy...

Yeah?

He's a driveller.
Oh, no.

You got it. A real loser.

Damn near shorted
the lie machine.

Don't have enough on him
to hold him for murder,

so I'm just gonna drop
the hot car charges on him

hoping he can't
make the bail.

Some days are
like that, Chappy.

The case?
Yeah?

Can I help?

I hope so, Lance.

I'm hanging out a mile
on this one. I could
use your help.

Hey, Chappy.

Yeah, Lancer?

Count on it.

(SIGHS)

Hell of a guy.

Fred Beamer. I would have
been here sooner, but
my bondsman made me go

all the way to Malibu
just to get the pink slip
to my car.

Oh, that's heartbreaking.

Just sign the release here.

Now, look, you can
probably get some coffee,

and then you can pick
your friend up out back
in about 20 minutes.

Who is it?
Who's there?
Lance.

Where'd you go?

Well, I had to
pick this up at the desk.

You can't take it
into the jail area.

You can't take a radio
in jail? How come?

It's a gun.
You can't take a gun.

Oh, a gun.
Hey, I carry a gun.

Hey, a PI's got to
pack a gat, right?
It's part of the job.

Well, that's the kind
of fallacy that can
get people killed, Fred.

You see, a gun is a tool.
A dangerous tool.

A tool that we professionals
must respect because a person
can get hurt with a gun.

And that's why
I never load this one.

That's why I know that
no one will ever suffer

because Lance White
was invited on a case.

That's what you tell
the cops so you
can pack the heater,

but you and I both know
it's a jungle out there.

I mean, after all,
we stalk the night.

Sometimes a PI has
got to pull his iron
and drill holes in mobsters

because the PI's life's
insecure, it's dangerous.

Death comes quickly
on little cat feet...

(BEAMER GROANS)

You all right?
You okay? Fred?

(GROANING)

What we'll do is
we'll go back to my place,

sit down with a little
cognac and some Respighi
and work this out.

I never liked
Respighi very much.

They always put
too much cheese on it.

Mind if we have
a steak and a beer,
or something like that?

Respighi is a classical
composer, Fred.

We listen to his music,
and it helps us to relax.

You see, the human mind
is a wonderful and
resourceful tool.

A tool that
stores and catalogs
all sorts of information,

some that we don't
even remember.

For instance, when you
went into the bathroom,

was anyone coming or going
in or out that you remember?

Yeah, sure.
Who?

Me.
See?

Already we're making
some progress.

Are you all right?
What happened to
your glasses?

I lost them when Rockford
tackled me in the bushes.

Well, let's go find them.
Where were you?

Westlake Drive,
I don't know where.

Westlake Drive? The
police will have marked the
spot where the stolen car was.

Shouldn't be
too hard to find.

Rockford tried.
He couldn't find them.

Nonsense.

BEAMER: Where is
Rockford, anyway?

Oh, he's around
someplace.

I'm really
disappointed.

He said he'd help me
out on this deal.

LANCE: Well,
he'll turn up shortly.

Lance, Beamer?
Oh, excuse me, excuse me.

Lance! Beamer!

Lance! Lance!

LANCE: Did you ever stop
to think that the light
from the sun, Fred,

has traveled trillions,
hundreds of millions of miles
just to light up this day?

We're never gonna find
my glasses. Rockford hunted.
He really did.

When you look at the sun
and the stars, the majesty
of the firmaments,

our little problems here
in space and time just
seem very small indeed.

And when you add
to that the fact that
you have friends,

good friends, friends who
want to help you, Fred,

well, this old world
just seems a whole lot
better, doesn't it, Fred?

Don't you think you
ought to load that gat

in case we gotta
smoke a bad guy
or something?

Here we are.
Police markers right ahead.

I'll get your glasses.

You'll never find them.

It fell down in those
bushes there, Lance.

You'll never find them
in those weeds.

Hey, you're Lance White.

I've seen you about
a half a dozen times.
Now I know who you are.

Welcome to the case, Fred.

Now, let's go do
what I like to call
a little skull work.

We'll buckle on the
old think hat and see
what we come up with.

It was right along here
on this road somewhere

where Rockford threw
his Goodhue away.

Threw it away?

Yeah, he said
it was just an award.
It didn't mean anything.

You know, I'm proud
of Jim for knowing that.

For realizing that
a little brass and marble
isn't important.

It's what we learn
from the achievement
that counts.

LANCE: That's Jim's car.
What's he doing here?

What you doing, Jim?

(STAMMERING)
Oh, well, nothing.
I was... I lost my...

Goodhue?
Yeah, yeah.

Well, I...

I thought it might be
good in the trailer.

You know,
just good for business.

Oh, I don't think so, Jim.
I have seven of them
and I keep them in the closet.

You see, I don't believe
in displaying awards.

I think it's what we learn
from the achievement
that counts.

But let me see
if I can help.

Well, I don't think you're
going to find it. I looked
for the thing for 15 minutes.

I don't...

Let's go back to my place.
We've got some skull work
to do.

This guy's great,
isn't he, Jim?

You should've seen
the way he found my glasses.

Yeah? Yeah, well, I don't even
know why I was looking for it.

I just happened to be
driving by here at the time.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay. I remember
Senator Zinota left

about three minutes before
the scream was heard.

I also remember Beamer
leaving about 30 seconds
before the scream.

Wait a minute.
You remember all that?

Of course, Jim.
Don't you?

No. There were people
coming and going.
In and out.

How can you
remember that?

I don't know. I just do.
It's funny, isn't it?

Well, it's a couple of
notches past funny, Lance.

It's ridiculous.

I always remember most
everything that happens.

I usually do.
I have total recall.

The mind is a
wonderful tool, Jim.

How would you know?

Mikelson left almost
right after Beamer.
Then Mrs. Tooley.

Then old Don Frazier
came back from the kitchen.

I remember the waiter
made a left-to-right
cross in front of me

with a tray of glasses.
He was taking it
into the lobby.

That's the tray that
Mikelson fell into.

Lance...

Then Tom Sherrill went
to the bar in the lobby.

He came back
with two drinks.

One of them
looked like a Scotch,
the other was a soda.

Lance...

Then one of the Escobal
brothers, Raoul, I think
it was, went into the bar.

He was limping slightly.

Lance, nobody can
remember that good.
I mean, nobody.

Oh, you're right.
I'm fuzzing out on a
few things right in here.

Oh, well, how could you?

Right when you
were getting up to
my acceptance speech.

And it was a lovely
speech, too, Jim.

I said, "Thank you," Lance.

"Thank you" is not
a lovely speech.

What I'm getting at
here is I don't think,

given the way
I have reconstructed it,

that Fred could have
had the time to
kill the senator.

I think I'd swear to that.

This guy is terrific,
Jim, you know that?

Oh, yeah,
he's really terrific.
You know, Lance is perfect.

Yeah. Lance is perfect.
He never makes a mistake.

It's the Fosdick Syndrome
that causes all the damage.

You see, the people
in back and on the sides
always eat it.

I understand that you're
bitter, Jim, because on
our last case I got the girl.

You got the girl,
you got her father's company
and five million dollars.

I got bad shrimp
at the wedding.

She died, you know.

Two months
after our marriage.

(STAMMERING)
I'm sorry, Lance.

That's just...

It has been a bad day.

It was bittersweet
at the end.

We knew she was going.

Took a trip.

The last weeks
were paradise.

After she went,

you know what I did, Jim?

You gave away
all the money
you inherited.

To the Boys Club
of America.

Do you think we could get
back to the case here?

If Freddie didn't kill
Zinota, who did?

It's a good question, Lance.
Who did?

That is something
we are going to find out.

My friend, I think
it's time for another
clue to pop up.

It doesn't work
like that, Lance.

Sure it does. Fred will
remember something,
and we'll be on our way.

BEAMER: Now that you
mention it, Lance,
I do remember something.

Of course you do.
What is it?

A guy coming out
of the head. I passed
him going in the door.

Don't you love it, Jim?
I hate it.

It always unravels
just like this.

Just when you think
you're out of luck,
up pops a clue!

It's what makes
this job worth doing.
Who was it?

I don't know.
I didn't look at him.

Sure you did.
The human mind is
a wonderful tool, Fred.

You just don't
remember what you saw.

But I have someone
who'll help us with that.

A hypnotist.
Her name is Brandy Alexander.
She owes me a favor.

You see, I saved her life
once. Long, long time ago.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Jim.
It's not important,
I understand.

Let's take my car.

Hi, Vern. How's tricks?

How's tricks?
Is he kidding?

Makes us look like
a bunch of bongo players!

LANCE: We're working
on a hot lead, Vern.

Beamer remembers
a guy leaving the bathroom
as he was entering it.

It had to be the killer.

Oh, sure, this make-believe
shamus remembers a
guy coming out, huh?

That's his alibi!
Don't you see that?
He killed him!

He gonged poor
Senator Zinota to death.

Squashed his melon
in the can.

Who do you guys think
you're kidding here?

I didn't touch him.
You did it, bub!

Where does
this guy get off?

You say that one more
time, and Fred Beamer
is gonna take action.

And that is a warning.

Oh, look at me.
I'm shaking all over.

You did it, Sherlock.
And Larry and me
are gonna prove it.

That's it. Put 'em up.

Oh, come on.

Put 'em up.

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Now, if you guys are smart,
you'll dump him back in
stir when he comes to.

(ENGINE STARTING)

I'll teach that guy
to mouth off.

Freddie, let me
tell you something.

Freddie, there's
one thing you never do.

You never say,
"Put 'em up."

You smile at the guy,
then sucker punch him.

You always say, "Put 'em up,"
Jim, to let your opponent
know you're about to swing.

There, you see?
You see what I'm telling
you about this guy?

You take his advice,
you're gonna spend half
your life sitting down hard.

Jim, I think we should
get to Brandy's house and
find out what Fred knows.

I'm telling you, Lance,

I just don't think that
a hypnotism is going to
work here.

Oh, it always does.
She'll put him under

and he'll remember
everything he saw.

Every little detail.

I don't believe she'll be
able to hypnotize Freddie.

Sure she will.

Now, I know what
I'm talking about, Lance.

In order to hypnotize Beamer,
what does he have to do?

Nothing.

No, no, no.
One thing. What is it?

I don't know.

Concentrate.
You see?

I can't see.
Where are my glasses?

See?

BRANDY: You're feeling
drowsy, very drowsy.

Your eyelids feel
very heavy.

So heavy you can't
hold them open any longer.

You're feeling sleepy.
You're concentrating on sleep.

Your eyes are very heavy.

You want to close them.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes, buster.

Am I under now?
I feel like I'm under.

(SIGHS)

I really think
I'm under here.
I feel very sleepy.

Okay, okay.
We're going to
start from the top.

Try and concentrate, okay?

I think I was under there.
At the end there, for a second
or so. I was really under.

It was great.
Okay. Now, just relax.

Okay.

I want you to look
at the pendant, okay?

Okay.

This is the pendant,
honey, okay?

Stop looking at my chest.

Okay.

If you help me,
I can help you.

Good.

Good.

Now...

You're feeling drowsy.

Very sleepy.

Your eyes are feeling heavy.

You want to go to sleep.

Your eyes want to close.

You're fighting
to keep them open.

Finally.

Finally they close.

Good.

You're going under.

You're sinking
deeper and deeper,

but you can hear
every word that I say.

You will listen only
to the sound of my voice.

Good.

All right, we're going
back to last night.

The banquet at the hotel.

You go to the bathroom.

You walk in and you
pass a man on his way
out of the bathroom.

Do you remember, Fred?

I remember. I passed him
on the way to the bathroom.

He's faking it.

(SHUSHING)

BRANDY: And you
glanced at the man.

I glanced at the man.

And you saw him.

I saw him.

And you're going
to describe him now.

I am going to
describe him now.

So, do it, honey, okay?

BEAMER: I...

Six foot four.

Bald and muscular.
Very, very muscular.

Good. What was he wearing?

He was wearing...

He was wearing...

What was he wearing?

Clothes. He was
wearing clothes.

What kind of clothes
was he wearing?

He was wearing
nice clothes. Nice.

Kelly green jacket,
bright blue slacks and
he had a hat with a feather.

Okay. Open your eyes.

(SIGHS) Look, I'm sorry.
Do you want me to try again?

What a strange feeling.
I was really under there.

You really put me under.
Whammo! Under I went.

She's good. You're great.
Hey, Lance, she's terrific.

You really are.
You're terrific.

How did you know
he was bald if
he was wearing a hat?

A hat?

I'm telling you
he's faking it, folks.

Faking it? Listen,
I was under there,
and I remember that guy.

You were wonderful.

Yeah.

Look, I don't think
he was hypnotized,
but you can't tell. Maybe.

He doesn't concentrate
very well, so it's hard
to get him to sleep.

You did the best you could.

And we have more now
than we had a minute ago.

Oh, sure. We have a killer
who looks like Kato and
dresses like Bozo the Clown.

(CHUCKLES)
How much do I owe you,
Brandy?

I'd settle for a dinner.

I wish I could.
I have so little
time these days.

I'm open on
Friday night.

I'm open right now.

Please call me, Lance.
Please, I miss you.

And I miss you.

Why is it that circumstances
keep us apart?

That's a tough one.

Would you mind
giving us a moment alone?

Oh, sure, sure.
Shall we wait in the car?

We don't really just
have a moment, do we?

Time is valuable, Brandy,
and I'm on a case.

Perhaps some other time.

You know, I really think
she liked me, Jim.

I would've paid her
or tipped her,

but I don't think you
have to do that
with friends, do you?

Well, while we're on the
delicate subject of money,
Freddie.

You know, I put
my car up as security
against your bail.

I'd kind of like to get
that little arrangement
squared away.

Jim...

Lance made my bail.

Wrong.

No, Lance picked you up.
I signed the bail bond papers.

So I'm the one that's
on the hook for you.

Sure.

That's him
with the glasses.

What's he doing?

He's moving
back and forth like a duck
in a shooting gallery.

Let's take him
on the next cross.

I was under there, Jim.

She put me under.

She's really
wonderful, isn't she?

You know, I really
think she likes me.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Oh, no.

Stop in the name of the law!

(PANTING) Lance, I think
you better load that gat.

Look at this guy, this cat.
He's chasing Daffy
all over the place,

he runs right off the roof.
Kaplooie. Whacko.

Right in the puss.

Watch the egg on top
of his head raising,
look at it.

Couldn't we find
a news program

or the Saturday Boston Pops
or something, Fred?

Hey, why don't you turn on
the Dodgers ball game?

It's gonna be on
in about five minutes.

We can watch them
while we're eating.

Look at him go, he's chasing
him. The little duck goes
under the Dutch doors,

the cat doesn't see it.
Whack! Boing!

Maybe we should forget
about lunch and follow up
a lead or something.

Which lead did you
have in mind, Lance?

We don't have one, Jim.

Then I guess it'll
be a little hard
to follow up then.

Come on, you and I both know
that when you need a lead

one always shows up.
That's the way it works.

No, it never shows up,
Lance, never.

Watch my lips, never.

Hey, guys, look at this.

What's that?

When I found the
senator last night,
that was in his hand.

Sure it was.

Yeah, I put it
in my pocket and
forgot all about it.

This could be the lead
we've been waiting for, Jim.

Wait, wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.

Ten seconds ago,
we had no leads.
Nothing, hmm?

That's right.
And now, Beamer
pulls this picture

of a band leader or something
out of his pocket

and says it was in
the dead man's hand.

And now he tells us
it's been in his coat
for 18 hours,

and it shows up
right when we need it, hmm?

That's exactly right, Jim.
What's the problem?

Oh, no problem.
No, no problem at all.

I just wanted to
get it straight.

I may wanna tell
an analyst.

(LAUGHS) Well, I think
we should follow this lead
and catch our murderer.

Oh, nothing to it,
eh, Lance?

Well, it won't be easy.
These things never are.

You know, this guy
looks like an army
officer or something.

There's something different
about him. I can't quite
put my finger on it.

Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.
See, the hat.

The way he's
got it on the back,
a little to the side.

Of course, if it had
a feather in it,

I'd feel a lot
better about it.

Well, sure, it's going to
be hard, thankless leg work,

getting out there,
hitting the bus depots,
finding who this driver is.

A bus driver?

Absolutely.
That's an RTD uniform.

You see, ever since
the energy crisis,

I've taken to riding buses
for all non-essential driving,
Jim.

We have to conserve.

It's a little inconvenient,
but I like to do my part.
Shall we get going?

Mmm.

VERN ON TV: There is
no doubt in the minds
of the U.A.L.I.

That Fred Beamer
committed the horrible
murder of Senator Zinota.

Now, why the police let him go
is hard to understand.

So, there you have it
as the story unfolds.

Mr. Beamer was let out
on bond this morning.

As of this broadcast,
he remains at large.

This is Clyde Matson
from the Gene Autry Suite
of the Hopalong Cassidy Hotel.

This guy's gonna fry me
if he keeps talking like that.

The police are gonna have
no choice but to arrest me.

Come on, Fred.
Things will work out.
They always do.

We gotta put a cork
in Vern St. Cloud.

Yeah, Vern St. Cloud, please.

James Rockford.

Yeah.

Yes, it is
convention business.

Yeah. When?

All right. Yes, thank you.

Larry St. Cloud got
beat up a couple
of hours ago.

Vern's on his way
to the hospital.
So, let's go.

(SIGHS)

Let's go.

LANCE: Hey, things will
work out, Fred. Buck up.

Every dark cloud
has a silver lining.

I just love it when
you talk like that.
It's great.

I know. Everybody does.
That's why I do it.

All right, all right.
Come on, let's go. Come on.

WOMAN ON PA:
Dr. St. Clare.
Dr. St. Clare.

He's in 357.
Call Cardiology.

What happened to you?
Who beat Larry up?

Well, Larry and me,
we was working on this real
tough surveillance case,

a fight fixing thing.

And Larry, he was taking
pictures and he got spotted.

LARRY: Get them out of
here, Uncle Vern.

You heard the punk. Out.

Okay, Vern.
But you lay off
the TV spots.

You keep turning up
the heat on Beamer,
we can't move.

Well, pardon me all to hell.

Just lay off.

How you doing, Lar?

Can you get them
out of here, Uncle Vern?

Hey, a guy's gotta do
what a guy's gotta do.

LANCE: A PI will get
roughed up now and again,

but don't seek revenge, Larry.
Two wrongs don't make a right.

Uncle Vern.

VERN: Will you
let the kid alone?

I have a picture here.
Maybe of the killer,
maybe not.

We're off to find out.
Recognize him?

Wasn't this guy
a band leader?

A bus driver.

Says who?

Says Lance. He rides
the bus to conserve fuel.

Oh, I was gonna tell
one of those energy jokes
at the convention.

You know what the Arab
said to the gas pump?

Just can it, Vern, huh?

And you lay off the
press, or we're gonna file
assault and battery charges.

You hit Beamer this morning.
Lance and I are witnesses.

Can you get them out of here,
Uncle Vern? I think
I'm gonna hemorrhage.

You heard the punk.
Out. Get out!

Now I know where
I saw that guy.

Who?
Who?

Larry St. Cloud.
He's the guy who came out
of the bathroom.

He's the guy I passed.

Larry? He's 5'7"
and slender.

What happened to the gorilla
with the feathered hat?

Jim, I had to
tell her something.
She was nice.

Oh, that's great, Beamer.
You're just great!

The missing link, Jim.

LANCE: You all right,
Mr. St. Cloud?

Oh, that punk kid.
He hit me after
all I done for him.

Where'd he go?

I don't know.
He just hit me
and took off.

The dispatcher
recognizes him.

His name is Carl Richman.
He's on number 5396.

It's coming together
like a great piece of music.

A state senator
and a bus driver.
What's the connection?

Some things you
just have to accept.

You know,
this is just a hunch, Jim,

but I think the bus driver
had something on the senator.

Maybe the senator
was having an affair
with the bus driver's wife.

Just where did
that come from?

Hunches don't come
from any place, Jim.
They're just hunches.

That's how we
solve our cases.
We get hunches,

they turn out to be right,
and the case gets solved.

Gee, I don't know
how you survive as a
private investigator, Jim.

You don't seem to
know any of this stuff.
That's right.

End of the line.
Everybody out.

You got that right.

You? Why?

It's one thing when you
come to me and you barf

about the senator
having an affair
with your wife.

But it's another when
you barf to everybody
about our arrangement.

Well, you never said
you were gonna kill him.

It happened.
You gave me the info
on the senator and your wife,

and I paid you good for it.

Now you're nothing but
a loose end. Now move it.
Come on, move it.

That looks like it.
Let's go.

That's it.
That's the bus.

We'll pull it over, Jim.
We'll board it.

How, Lance?

Something will turn up.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

Good. Good.
That's exactly
what we need.

What are you doing?

I have to stop.

Okay, get ready, Jim.

Never mind that,
just keep moving. Move it!
Come on, move it!

What now, Lance?

Trust me!

(HONKING HORN)

(HONKING HORN)

We've got company.
Take the next right.

(HORN BLARING)

Put 'em up!

I hated to do that.

Hey, Jim. Lance is just
wonderful, isn't he?

"Trust me."

VERN: And so on behalf
of my nephew and myself,

I'd like to apologize
to this entire body here.

Apparently, Larry decided
that because the St. Cloud
Agency had invested in so many

electronic surveillance
doohickeys,

that the senator's legislation
would hurt our business.

Kill it, probably.

So Larry started
surveillance on the senator.

He obtained evidence
that the senator

was having an affair
with a bus driver's wife.

He tried to blackmail
him into withdrawing
the legislation,

but the senator
wouldn't buffalo.

So Larry got angry,
he lost control
and he killed him.

Now Beamer saw Larry,
witnessed them
in the men's room.

So apparently Larry
hired two other
guys to kill him.

And when they failed,
there was a dispute
about the payment,

and Larry was beaten up.

And you know the rest.

Is this thing on?
Can you hear me?

Now, before we adjourn,
there are two pieces
of unfinished business.

Apparently, the committee
feels that this fella,
Beamer, the mechanic,

should be in the association.
So as of now, he's in.

I'm in. I'm in the
association. Lance.

Thank you, Lance.

Jim was the
one who did it.

And finally,
I asked for a recount
on the Goodhue votes,

and, just as I suspected,
there was an error
in the count.

The real winner of the
Goodhue award this year,
and just as we expected,

was Lance White.

Not James S. Rockford,
as previously announced.

Rockford will have to
surrender his statuette
to the award committee

on or before the 15th
of this month.

Lance! Come on up here
and get your award.

Oh, Jim, I'm sorry.

Hey, forget it, Lance.

The nomination is the award,
as I always say.

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