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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.

Yeah, but he's a nice sucker.

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

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.

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 lbs. 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...

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.

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.

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?

November 16.10:00 p.m.

December 24, Christmas Eve. -46.

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

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.

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?

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.

Cool it. Someone's out there.

Let's get him.

Hey!

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

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

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-lb. 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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Shut up, Angel.

"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.

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?

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Let's go!

Come on, now. Hurry up!

Go!

The chair! Dump it.

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?

Well, who said anything
about calling the cops?

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

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

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.

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.

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

Yeah, but he's a nice sucker.

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.