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Renegade Lotion LP.
It shipped platinum.

However, 300,000 bootleg copies
hit the stands the same time ours did.

Bernie Seldon murdered somebody
and then buried them on his own property?

Somebody blew my cover.

You are talking about
the woman I love!

You were an
uncooperative source.

I was just following up.

You really are a trophy,
lady, you know that?

Do you hear what
I just said to you?

You put your finger on
me one more time, ace,

you're gonna be eating
soft foods for a month.

Turn it left! Turn
it... Not my car again!

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jimmy, this is Dora.

I'm going to move in with the
kids, but I'll sure miss you, dear.

Thank you for taking out
the garbage every week.

I'll send you a card
for your birthday.

News at 6:00. Lindy
Jones has the story.

This is James Garner.

Here are scenes from Part I of
"Only Rock and Roll Will Never Die."

John, it was the first day of
testimony for plaintiff Diane Bjornstrom

in her suit against
pop star Tim Richie

pondering the $15
million price tag of love.

Did you meet with Miss Bjornstrom
in connection with this project?

Honoré and I wanted her to
play the central female role.

Is this a copy of the
shooting script of Vitriole?

Yes. This is my rewrite.

I knew when I called
you, you'd show up.

Even though, like you said, you're not
exactly turned on by missing persons work.

But back in Quentin we didn't
call you Mr. Stand-Up for nothing.

I never was too comfortable
with that name, Eddie.

What, are you head
of security here?

I don't know how much Eddie's
told you about the problem.

Not much. He just said that
you're worried about a friend.

Yeah.

His name's Brian Charles. Brian and
me started the group back in the '60s.

Anyway, it's been a
week now and no Brian.

Talking about Brian?

Jim Rockford, Ron
Martz. Tim's manager.

You are?

Jim Rockford.

Hi, I'm Whitney Cox. You're the
private investigator. Am I right?

You're here about Brian Charles.

Women like that don't break
out into a sweat over guys like me.

Women like that don't
sweat, according to you.

Whitney's going to do an in-depth
profile on Tim in three parts.

Oh, really?

You know, I never would have thought you
were a reporter unless somebody told me.

What's the angle
on your three parter?

That Tim Richie is the
most sensual man of his time.

You all right? Who was it?

That's the point I'm trying
to make, Eddie. I don't know.

How well do you know Brian?

Well as you can
know a smackhead.

We're right in the middle of reworking
some tunes. What do you need?

I was kind of curious about just how
she and Brian got hooked up together.

We both met him at Bernie
Seldon's house a couple of weeks ago.

He has a pretty hefty yellow sheet
for violent crimes, doesn't he, Dennis?

Bernie Seldon. So what?

I've heard of
Evergreen Management,

though I know nothing
about this greaser connection.

But even if there is one,
hoods in the music business?

That doesn't exactly rate with
"Japan surrenders," does it?

And if Brian chooses to hang
out with a couple of broken noses,

that doesn't mean he's involved
with them in any real way.

No. No, it doesn't. It only
means that this is as far

as I'll take an
investigation of this kind.

Look, Brian disappeared in the
dead of night over a week ago.

Now I'm not going to be the next
one to follow him into the flying saucer.

Pay him off.

So how's it going with the Brian
Charles case? You come up with anything?

You know Miss Cox... Whitney.

I do not discuss my cases
with anyone but the principals.

You just won't have
it that way, will you?

Eddie, you don't even know her.

You're reacting to her
looks, her appearance.

Oh, Jim. It's not just
physical. I know what she is.

Hey, Jimmy could you
maybe reconsider on the case?

Behind the car, Eddie!
They're shooting at us, Eddie!

Why in that leg?

And now the conclusion of "Only
Rock and Roll Will Never Die."

The best laid plans.

Can I use your phone? I
want to call the auto club.

Make it quick. I don't want
to be hanging around here,

swatting nine
millimeter slugs again.

Grab a change of clothes
and get a toothbrush.

Holy cow, they blew the doorknob
off. We got to use the bedroom.

I'll tell you, Eddie, I'm not gonna
hang around here waiting for the cops

to get off their
bureaucratic duffs.

I'm going to get to work. Try to put
together a package to take to them

on Bernie Seldon.

Bernie Seldon? Jim, we don't really
know that the shooting happened

because you were
investigating him. I think...

All right, look, I still have two weeks
until I have to get out of Tim's place.

We could just go up there and you could
bunk in with me. You've seen the house.

I mean, nobody's
going to get in.

It's like an armed compound.

Yeah, yeah, that's a great idea.
You and me and the Shah of Iran.

Yeah, look my car is
broken down. I need a tow.

29 Cove Road, Malibu.

Jimmy, what's your
nearest cross street?

The Pacific Ocean.

I don't know. There really
isn't one. It's just 29 Cove Road.

Yeah, it's a silver
gray Mercedes 450.

Goes to Santa Monica
Deutsche Sales. Yeah.

What?

Did you tell anybody about
how the investigation was going?

Huh? Did you tell them that
I was going to Evergreen?

Or that I'd been to Evergreen

or what I knew about
Seldon's background?

No. Well, Tim yeah. I
told Tim you were going.

No, no, no. Besides Tim. Now, I
went over there under a different name.

Somebody blew my cover. Or else
how could Seldon come back at me?

How about Brenda
Starr, the ace reporter?

Whitney? No. I never even discussed
the case with her and I never would.

All right, all right. If you
say so. No hard feelings.

Jimmy, if Bernie Seldon is
trying to have you stopped, why?

What is he trying to keep buried?
And where the hell is Brian?

I don't know. I don't know.

But I'll tell you
one thing, Eddie,

Tim Richie is showing an awful lot of
concern about a guy who is basically

one big pain in his neck.

Yeah, but...

Then I told him that I'd linked up
Brian and Evergreen Management,

a family store.

Did he seem upset? Did
he show any surprise? No.

Well, what did you
want, the actor's studio?

You want him to
scream and eat his tie?

I don't know but I'm going
to tell you something, Eddie.

I don't like your
boss. And besides,

we've still got a $2,000
account to settle with him.

You're not gonna go up there
and confront Tim, are you?

He's not used to
being questioned.

I'm already in terrible trouble and
I'm hoping I could still get my job back.

Maybe you will and
maybe you won't.

Maybe you'll end up as the night security
guard at the Sepulveda Pitch-n-Putt.

But I'll tell you
something, Eddie.

I am willing to risk all that.

When it's put up
against my neck.

Who cares anyway?
I... Job, money, joy.

These past few weeks,
ever since Whitney,

I'm beginning to think how
little life holds in store for me.

It's like a cold
room with no light

and in some ways
I'd be better off dead.

Are you coming, Heathcliff?

Hi, Eddie! If you guys are
looking for Tim, he's in the room.

All right, that's it. Jimmy, we can't
disturb Tim if he's up in his room.

Why not? We had our first
meeting up in the bedroom,

we can have our last one.

No, Jimmy...

Jimmy, I'm telling you. This is not
his bedroom. This is the other room.

It's way up on the top floor.

He goes there to get away
from everybody and write songs.

Now nobody's ever been in it and
nobody's supposed to disturb him.

Good, then I'll feel
like an innovator.

Just hush, Eddie, hush.

Mr. Richie? It's Jim
Rockford. I need to talk to you.

You're not supposed to be up in
this part of the house. Who let you in?

It's about Brian Charles.

Go down to the patio.

Mr. Richie, somebody tried to kill
me last night. That's why I'm limping.

Eddie almost got his arm blown off.
Now what are we supposed to do, huh?

How about it, Mr. Richie?
You going to clean it up

or are you just going to
let what happens, happen?

All right. Renegade Lotion
LP. It shipped platinum.

However, 300,000 bootleg copies
hit the stands the same time ours did.

A million four, it cost us.

Tim's got his own
label, Butter Records.

A million four it
cost us to date.

Yeah, things like that are
why the mob likes the business.

Yeah, I know all
this, I read the papers.

Now you figure it was Brian
Charles who rolled over on you?

The man is a jealous,
spiteful person. That's all. Emis.

But Brian does look
pretty good for it.

A master disc was missing on
one of his trips to the pressing plant.

You see, when I decided to give
Migraine or Yours disco shadings,

I guess he figured I was just
cashing in. So why shouldn't he?

And that's not jealousy.
I don't know what that is.

You know all this and you sent
me to Evergreen Management

to walk into the propeller?

No, no, no, no. Evergreen
Management and Bernie Seldon,

well, that was news to me.

But it did confirm
my suspicions.

I wasn't sure Brian had sold
me out. What if I'd been wrong?

So I just kind of
left that part out.

Then if you found
him and I was wrong...

Well, well, I have no reason
to feel bad at all then, do I?

Okay, Mr. Richie, you want
to put in a call to the police

and tell them about it
or shall I break the ice?

I'm sorry. I won't tell the
police anything about this.

Why not? Come on, Tim.

Let's give Brian the
spike. He's got it coming.

You're not the one in
the middle of a court case.

It won't be you the press glom on
to as trying to skewer your best friend

in a play for sympathy,
with no real evidence at all.

In other words, this is my
grain and not yours, eh?

I'm sorry.

My, my, my.

Wait until Whitney Cox
gets an earful of this chit-chat.

Oh, she'll have a field day.

Just last night, Tim was telling
me that she was bugging him

about Brian and
Evergreen Management.

I don't even know how
the hell she found out.

Oh, say, guys, did I
say something wrong?

Darn this silly mouth of mine.

Jimmy! Wait!

You wouldn't discuss the case with
her, huh? So much for jailhouse loyalties!

You see? I knew you'd jump
to conclusions. So I kept quiet.

Okay, so Whitney asked me
what you were doing the other day,

and I kind of mentioned you'd be
going down to Evergreen and I...

Yeah and she probably told Bernie
Seldon I'd been to his place and why.

Now she's gonna truck her little
hips down to the police station with me,

and tell them all about it.

I'm building probable
cause for that shooting

and if that gets in the way of your
junior high school fantasy, that's tough.

Now where's she staying?

The Bever-Wyn hotel.

But you stay out
of her way, Jim.

You are assassinating the character of a
woman who would never harm another person.

Who are we talking
about? Molly Pitcher?

You think it takes some kind of
grit to sleep with a dozen guys

just to get an angle on a story?

What is the matter
with you, Eddie?

You are talking
about the girl I love!

Ow, Eddie, don't! You
think that's funny, huh?

How do you like it?
How do you like it?

You crazy nut!

Out of the way, you turkey!

Let me see if I can sketch out this
little scenario you've got in your head.

You think that I've been
pumping your friend about you?

And you also think
that I've been dogging

your footsteps to gain
access to information.

That's the scenario. Yeah.

Well, that's an untruth.

But not a lie?

What are you doing?

Well, now this is a
real un-coincidence.

I had this mud on my shoes after I took
a spill in Brian Charles' organic garden.

It's a combination
of red clay and...

You think that I went skulking
up to Brian's after you?

Well, you're totally wrong.

Manure.

I don't know why I
should be embarrassed.

You're an uncooperative source.
I was just following up a story.

Well, how about beating
me in the head with a rock?

That may not embarrass you but
the side of my head was flushed.

You really are a trophy,
lady, you know that?

Look, I didn't mean to hit you in
the head with that rock. Honestly.

I was trying to throw it in the brush
past you so it would make a noise,

you would go toward
it and I could get away.

Oh, come on. That didn't
even work on The Cisco Kid.

But it's the truth,
Mr. Rockford. Really, it is.

Look, I admit, I have been
behind you a lot of the time.

I did go to Bernie
Seldon's office at Evergreen

Management right
after you'd been there.

But I was just
trying to feel him out.

All I said was, did he know why a
private investigator had been hired

to look into the activities
of Brian Charles?

Boy, did he blow up.

Didn't he though? Lady,
I think you owe it to me

to come down to the
Hollywood division.

Yeah, I know. I'll just
go change my clothes.

I am sorry.

Yeah?

Whitney, it's me, Eddie.

Listen, I have to talk to you.

My friend, Jim Rockford,
he's got this idea...

Oh!

Look, he told me about the
shooting. That's just terrible.

He said you were hit in the arm.

Well, they sutured it up. My wrist will
always be numb, but that's the way it goes.

They wanted to give me pain pills,
but I just don't believe in that stuff.

Hey, look, I don't
know what he said,

but you don't have to put
up with his accusations.

Look, don't be silly.
He's absolutely right.

I did manage to foul things up.

We're going to go down
to police headquarters.

Eddie, I'd like to get
something straight.

You rushed over here to warn her,
but you stopped to change clothes?

When you leave here, which is
going to be in about 30 seconds,

I'll place a call to a
Mr. P. Truman Dixon,

who's a very dear friend of
mine in the justice department.

Well, it's up to you, sir.

Mr. Seldon, why did you react so extremely
when Miss Cox told you that Mr. Rockford

was investigating the
disappearance of Brian Charles?

Oh, is that who we're talking
about here, Mr. Rockford?

I do know I was upset to
hear that a licensed investigator

was in here misrepresenting himself
as some cracker in a 10-gallon hat,

offering bogus promotional
schemes, upsetting the talent.

Where's Brian Charles?

Now this man isn't a cowboy and
he isn't a police officer either, is he?

Or is he?

I'm asking the questions, sir.

What do you know about the theft of a
recording master from Butter Records.

Tim Richie's label.

Nothing. Look, we're not going to
a bris. We're talking Grammys here.

I'll be sitting with major people.
I need something more current.

Nobody wears this
stuff anymore, do they?

You never had any
dealings with Brian Charles?

Dealings that might have resulted
in a loss of revenues to Tim Richie?

Brian Charles and
I are social friends.

I've had him up to the
place a couple of times,

because we have a business interest
in Robert Indiana. He's a painter.

I got two of his.

Where were you
last night about 1:30?

At home, listening to tapes by
the talent. I put in 18 hour days.

At home. Probably
all by himself.

Oh, well, he really threw us a curve
with that one, Dennis. Didn't expect that.

You see that door?
Grab the knob, turn it, pull.

Now as a person, I am
very cooperative but now,

if you have anything you want to say
to me, you say it with my lawyer present!

I told you, not the
regular black shoes.

I want patent leather
with the velvet bows!

You jocko, I'm gonna remember.

So this is what happens when
I'm cooperating with the press, huh?

Oh, you were very anxious to
talk to me at first, Mr. Seldon.

You said that publicity
in the right magazines

is something money couldn't buy.

You told me your story was about the
private life, or whatever, of Tim Richie.

So now what?

Evergreen Management gets
linked up in print with record piracy?

Tarred by the same brush?

Same brush?

You know what I mean, innuendo.

You think you're talking
to some chaim yonkel,

who stepped onto Ellis
Island in his baggy coat?

You think I don't
know how things work

at those chic little rags
like Knickerbocker?

Okay, everybody. Let's go out.

Now here's a man who's
making sense. A little too late.

Why... Why threaten
Whitney, too?

I mean, she wouldn't print anything
about him and illegal activities,

unless she could back it up. And
record piracy isn't even her line of work.

You know, it might be an interesting
sidelight to the Tim Richie story.

A man embattled on
all fronts, love, business.

Folks, do you think we
could get back to our problem,

which is what cathedral we
go begging to for sanctuary?

So you think that's what
happened to Brian Charles?

I mean, you actually
think he's dead?

He's been gone long enough. And
you take a guy like Bernie Seldon,

I mean, once he's gotten whatever he wanted
from Brian, he'll easily dispose of him.

That creep.

Whitney ordered a glass of
Chianti, and the guy forgot all about it.

I'm gonna go straighten
him out. Excuse me.

He's a very nice man. But, boy,
he's awfully morose and quiet.

Well, only for the
last couple of weeks.

Actually he's a firecracker.

Eddie?

Yeah, yeah. You know, he's top
man on the prison variety show.

Told jokes and played
blues harmonica.

You take him to parties,
he goes into orbit.

What's wrong? Has there
been a death in his family?

Uh...

You know, since you're asking,

he's really taken
with you, you know.

He thinks a lot about you.

Eddie? Yeah.

Who are we talking about?

You've never noticed
that he's attracted to you?

No. I mean, he never
even looks straight at me.

And he either mumbles
or is short with me.

I mean, I never even
thought he liked me.

Well, I don't think that he
thinks you like him, you know.

Sometimes it's very
difficult to approach someone

that you really
think a lot about.

Is this for real?

Do you think I really
enjoy fixing people up?

Do you think I get
my kicks that way?

Nine times out of
10 it's a sucker bet.

I'm only taking this chance
because I know he's unhappy,

and I just hate to see him walking
around with his tongue on the sidewalk.

The lady ordered some
wine, a glass of red wine.

You know, he's kind of
cute. Come to think of it,

I have noticed sort of a virility
in his walk, an animal energy...

Eddie?

Yeah, of course, he's no

Ronny Martz or Tim Richie.

Ronny, has the sexuality
of a pocket calculator.

As for Tim, well,
unfortunately, I wouldn't know.

Oh, I kind of thought that...

Thank you, kind sir.

So you think Bernie Seldon really
laid poor Brian in the case, huh, Jim?

I think you're probably right.

I'll tell you something else. If
the cops can find Brian's body,

they'd have a corpus delecti,
and after what we've told them,

I don't think they'd
have any choice but to

launch a murder
investigation against Seldon.

Great. Well, all we have
to do is find the body.

You know, if we really luck out, we might
come up with Jimmy Hoffa while we're at it.

You know, I've been
giving that some thought,

and I'm not too sure that Brian
ever left his house that night

after he and Chiyoko Takai
were rolling on the sofa.

I mean, the guy
didn't drive a car,

there was an uncashed
airline ticket on his desk.

You remember what
Dwight Deleau said?

That Brian had gone gaga over
organic gardening and then he lost interest

and everything died.

Well, the night that I
fell and Whitney, too.

I mean, the ground
wasn't dry and hardened.

It was freshly dug.

That's right.

That's not too shabby,
Jimmy, that's not too shabby.

I think it's worth a shot.

Personally, I think
it's a long shot.

Bernie Seldon murdered somebody
and then buried them on his own property?

Seldon's too savvy for that. I just
think it leaves too much hanging.

Hey, Whitney. Maybe you better
not watch. I mean, if Jim is right,

it's not...

Oh, Eddie, you see
a lot as a journalist.

I did this story once on
gang wars in the South Bronx.

You wouldn't believe
some of the things I saw.

Hey, why don't you give me
your jacket? It looks like a nice one.

You wouldn't want to ruin it.

Well, thanks, Whitney.

It looks like a Ventino.

Yeah. I think he's the best.

Wonderful material.

Yeah, I think the days of the
unconstructed jacket are numbered.

I think Ventino really
made a sharp move.

Hey, folks, we are
digging for a man's body.

You do realize that, huh?

I'm sorry, I didn't bring the
Chablis, but that's how it goes.

Okay, Jim, we're sorry.
You made your point.

I think I liked things
better before dinner.

Well, what's that
supposed to mean?

Frankly, I think we're digging
for nothing. I still think...

Uh-oh!

Oh, boy.

Oh!

That's him. That's
Brian Charles.

'60s rock and
roller Brian Charles,

whose body was discovered
by an associate this evening,

buried in the garden of
his Topanga Canyon home.

Charles was one of the...

I got to talk to you.

Get out of here.

You want me to close this?

I thought everybody'd left.
Should have locked the door.

I'm only here because
everybody has to pay their bills,

just like the grown-ups.

I did what I was hired
to do. I found Brian.

I have a lax attitude
toward money.

Most people who come around here
either adjust to it or they don't stay.

Oh, don't look at me
that way, Mr. Rockford,

I'm supposed to
have that attitude.

You can't sing songs about
personal anarchy on the one hand

and be checking your bank
statement with the other.

How do you explain this, huh?
It's quite a layout for an anarchist.

I can't. Oh, I used to
have some line I fed myself.

It had something to do with my contempt
for it all and how that made it okay.

How much do I owe you?

Two thousand.

Two thousand. Two thousand.

Well, let's see what we have.

I'm afraid that
doesn't quite make it.

I've got it. I'll give
it to you downstairs.

Oh, hey. This was on
the door. It came for you.

"Ronny phoned me
regarding Brian. Stop.

"Despite all that's happened, wish to
say I feel for your loss of oldest friend,

"Stop.

"Diane."

You should have seen
her when I first met her.

Before photographers,

before all the snow went up
her nose, before this, Malibu.

Do you know she was older than
me? You would've never known it.

She still had her Christmas
stocking given to her as a kid

when she first moved in with me.

We had to have
stockings at Christmas.

Brian was clean then.

You know he was
going deaf? Yeah.

So he tried to get away
from this kind of music.

Went to New York, composed
some half-baked rock opera in '73,

scored a couple of
movies in London.

But he couldn't stay away
from it. Fads come, fads go.

Glitter, reggae, now disco.

But he couldn't
stay away from it.

All he wanted was to sit up
with me till 4:00 in the morning

playing Johnny B. Goode till
his brains popped out of his ears.

Same as when we were 16.

But you're a
sellout, is that it?

You see those 45's over there?

Those were ours when we were 16.

The record player's his.

He kept it in his room
above his parent's garage.

I appropriated it
somewhere along the line.

But those records...
Those records.

Mystery Train, Little
Queenie, Rave On, Mona.

We used to cut school,
sneak up to his room

try to follow the
chord patterns.

Practice Chuck Berry's duck walk

and dream, dream,
dream, that maybe one day

we'd be good enough to go
back to our high school assembly

and blow their socks off.

Show them we
really were somebody.

That's a long way from singing
songs about tension headaches

for a lot of coked out
swingers at private discos.

Long way.

Did you ever go back to
your high school and play?

You bet we did.

What do you want from life?

Hey, come on. That's a
million in one jolt, you know.

I mean, most people go back
to their high school reunion,

they're overweight, frustrated
and unmemorable. You...

You've got this big house
on the ocean, you're still alive.

You... You're gonna be remembered
always by the people back home.

So what do you want
from life? A putting green?

You're going to miss
him a lot, aren't you?

That's what it
always was, wasn't it?

I mean, the adverse publicity,

the rationalization
that you gave me,

the truth of it is

you really cared a lot about
Brian. You didn't want him hurt.

I blew the chance to
ever tell him, didn't I?

Yeah.

Yeah, you did.

Those things you said.

Is that how you felt at
your high school reunion?

No, no, I always kept
myself in pretty good shape.

I've got my big house on the
ocean. A big house on big wheels.

Besides, I was in
prison at the time.

Come on, I'll give you
the rest of your money.

How long you been out here?

Not too long, Tim. I just wanted
to see how you were doing.

I just didn't want
to disturb you.

I'm very sorry
about Brian Charles.

I am, too.

Thank you.

This ought to cover it.

Walk up from your big beach
house sometime, Mr. Rockford.

What do you think Eddie? You want to wind
it up with some cherrystone clams and...

in excess of 40 miles
an hour, when he hit

the 76-year-old
Mr. Allen, a retired cantor.

So far, a door-to-door
search has failed to apprehend

the suspect
hit-and-run cyclist...

That's disgusting.

Boy, it's nice to have a meal
at home after four days away.

You should have
seen this, sonny.

Some fella just run over some
poor old senior citizen on his cycle,

then he run off like a rat.

Poor old guy was a
former horse trainer.

A crowded courtroom
was surprised this morning

when pop star Tim Richie failed
to appear in this the 18th day

of his settlement trial against former
live-in actress Diane Bjornstrom.

Here, sonny, here...

I heard, Rocky, no thanks.

I'd just as soon let the
whole thing slip into history.

After the session, Miss Bjornstrom's
attorney, Mitchell Robinson,

offered his own theory as to
what caused Richie's absence.

I'm certain that Mr. Richie is
keenly feeling the loss of his friend.

Neither do I doubt that last week's
testimony by these two gentlemen

caused him to lose
his appetite for the fray.

There's little doubt
in anyone's mind that,

not withstanding
Mr. Richie's protestation,

it was he who caused
a halt in Diane's career,

as witnessed by the fact
that he refused to allow her

to film Vitriole in
London in 1974.

In a related story, charges of
grand theft and copyright infringement

were filed today
against Bernard Seldon,

president and general manager of Evergreen
Management, a Beverly Hills talent agency.

I don't believe it.
Atta boy, Dennis.

The charges of theft from Tim
Richie's Butter Records label

were formally filed
after coded documents

and numbered Swiss bank accounts
were found hidden in the home

of Butter Records producer,
Brian Charles, who was murdered...

Yeah, well, Dennis
got lucky. Big deal.

Well, I don't see you finding
any Swiss documents up there.

Police say they are continuing to
investigate the murder of Brian Charles

and the subsequent attempted
murder of a Malibu investigator,

but so far they have no
new leads. More after this...

Did you hear that? That's...
That's you they're talking about.

You made the 6:00 news.

Oh, boy, I wish they'd
mentioned your name, though.

Yeah, maybe when I plummet to
my death in a hang-gliding accident.

What? Who you calling?

Whitney Cox, please. When did
she last pick up her messages?

Okay, thank you.

She hasn't been in her room
since yesterday afternoon.

Who for the love of Mike?

Whitney Cox. Now, let's
just rethink this a minute, huh?

If you were Bernie Seldon,

and you'd entered into an
illegal arrangement with Charles,

why would you have hid him?

I mean, he's a valuable
resource. Why use him up?

All hell broke loose for me when
Whitney Cox started dogging my footsteps.

She shot off her
mouth to Bernie Seldon.

Now what if she did the
same with the Florio brothers?

She even knew them in New York.

I'm going to Eddie's,
Dad. See you later.

Hey, sonny, wait a minute. Don't
leave me eating all alone here

with just a TV set.

Sonny!

Hurricane Floyd was
one of the most powerful

and most deadly
storms of the year...

Hey, Eddie?

Jim? Yeah.

Hey, is Whitney here?

You're pretty sharp, Jimmy.
You don't miss too much, do you?

Well, it wasn't too hard to spot the
way the trend was going last night.

I need to talk to her.

Well, she just left
about a half an hour ago.

Come on in.

What's the problem?

The Florio brothers.

I'm starting to wonder if maybe
it was them who planted Brian

in his garden and then
tried to take you and me out.

Why, those two pinkies? Jim,
they arraigned Bernie Seldon today.

You ought to try
and stay current.

Did anybody arraign
him for murder, huh?

I mean, the cops said
they have no leads.

And when they say no
leads, they mean no hope.

Now Tim told me that Brian was scoring
pictures in London in the early '70s.

That's London.
Pictures. Moving pictures.

Yeah, so what. I mean...

Wait a minute. That explains it.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Don't
talk to yourself. Talk to me.

Whitney. We were watching the
progress of Tim's trial on the 6:00 news

and when the Florio
brothers came on

and Robinson started talking
about the picture in London,

Whitney all of a
sudden sat up in the bed

and she whispered
something like, "Dear God."

I asked her what was the
matter and she didn't say anything.

I went into the kitchen
and when I came back,

she was getting dressed, and
said she'd be back later tonight.

Yeah, yeah. Sure
she put it all together.

You know, she was standing
outside Tim's room when Tim told me

that Brian was in London.
You were right there.

Was I?

Yeah. Was that what
Tim was talking about?

I was kind of preoccupied.

Eddie, just suppose that the Florio
brothers testimony was perjured

and it was a whole soufflé that they
cooked up and then offered to Diane

for a cut of her settlement.

Now Brian was in London in the
motion picture business at the time.

Maybe he knew that Diane was
never even considered for that role.

I think little Whitney put a press card in
her hat and went out to scoop the world.

Well, she wouldn't be stupid enough
to confront the Florio's with that.

No, but I still think we
ought to try and find her.

She might try to talk to Diane.

You know, send up a few trial
balloons, watch for a reaction,

and then get into
trying to prove it out.

Brian Charles, he was a talented
man, some say he was gifted.

Why don't we talk
about Brian Charles?

We all loved Brian.

So it seems, but here was a
man to contradict John Donne,

a man who was an island.

John and I once had
an argument about that.

Once people become
critics at Rolling Stone,

they think they know everything.

Yes. Well, anyway, you
must have known Brian

after his fall from fame.

I mean, his years in obscurity,

in sanitariums, trying to
write motion picture scores.

Living in exile in London.
What was he like then?

Pretty much like himself.

I'm not sure I
understand the question.

Well, Diane, what
I'm asking you is

what was Brian like after
he left The Suspects?

Were his years in
London happy ones?

We kind of lost touch.

I sent him money
a couple of times.

Well, did you ever see Brian
on your trips to England?

Did you ever hear
any of his scores?

They must have been
interesting, to say the least.

He was such a cutup.

She knows about Brian.
Are you blind or just stupid?

Alain and I, we could
go to the electrical chair!

You killed Brian?

Honoré, that wasn't part
of the agreement! I never...

How did you think he
was going to be kept quiet?

I better call Alain. He'll
know what to do now.

I guess that's what happened.

Whitney went out to dinner with
the Florio brothers after they met me.

They must have
played her like a violin.

Oh, wow.

I know this is hard for
you to listen to Eddie but...

I'm going to tell
you something, Jim.

But it's gotta stay just
between the two of us.

Yeah?

It was quite a night.

It was amazing.

Well, I'm happy for
you in that respect.

No, you don't understand.

I don't really know
where it all went wrong.

Maybe it was when we
ordered out at Ricky's Rib Ranch.

That's a big
mistake right there.

You get sick?

No. It's just hard to stay turned on when
somebody's got dried barbecue sauce

in the corner of their mouth
and on their chin, you know.

There's something about
the color of that sauce.

Eddie, do I have
to listen to this?

Well, we were drinking a little
and talking and fooling around

and then she says she's not
comfortable unless it's dark.

I said fine. So I started closing
the shades, closing the drapes.

I got it exactly the
way she wanted it.

Then she gets up
and raids the icebox.

I follow her. Well, in the
light of the refrigerator bulb,

I put my arms around her...

Yeah.

Turn her around and I touch
her lips with mine, you know.

Yeah, yeah.

And all night sexually, it
was just... It was nothing.

I mean... I don't know.

I'm sorry Eddie, I really am.

It's nobody's fault,
really. It's just no spark.

The appeal to me
was strictly looks.

I was taken in by appearances.

Now, Eddie, I tried to
make that clear to you.

And talk about self-centered?

All night long, yammer,
yammer, yammer.

Her father, her job, her French
food processing machine! Who cares?

Well, she probably feels that nobody
does and that's why she stays that way.

A bright, good-looking
person like her?

With a lot to offer if she wasn't so
messed up? How could you think that way?

She could have it all.

Yeah, well, so could
you, Eddie, so could you.

You know, you give power away by the
shovel-full to people you don't even know.

This doesn't look too good.

That's Alain's car, and
there's Whitney's car.

You carrying a gun?

No. Silly me. When they arrested
Seldon, I thought my troubles were over.

Honoré, what is this?

Must have been Whitney.

There's no time for
arguments. This is madness!

Now why are you here
to begin with, Honoré?

I told you to stay away from
her until after the trial was done!

Now do you know
how this would look?

All your life you've
been betraying Martz.

And now you risk
doing the same to me.

I want no part of this.

Everything,
everything will be okay.

But first, we have to do
something about Whitney.

Let's get her out to the car.

Alain!

Honoré.

Eddie?

I'm all right, Jim.

Turn it left! Turn it...

Not my car again!

Finally!

You go ahead, I'm not hungry.

What is the matter
with you today, Eddie?

All I'm getting from you is
monosyllables or bad news.

Well, I wasn't gonna
bring it up, Jim.

But since you ask, I'm
more than a little yanked off

to find out that it was you who
told Whitney how I felt about her.

You were in misery at
the time. Remember?

Life was a cold
room with no light?

Don't come down on
me just because she

didn't turn out to be
the lovely Irene Rich.

It doesn't make any
difference how it turns out.

I just don't want you interfering
in my personal life, Jimmy.

I mean, I don't need
anyone to speak for me.

Well, that is choice,
that's really choice.

You know, I had to hold your little
hand for a week and listen to you braying.

Now you tell me to stay out of it.
Boy, I knew I was making a mistake.

I just knew it. Never again.

Okay, I don't want to
talk about it anymore.

I mean I just don't want it to
happen in the future, okay?

Uh-oh, boy.

Who told her that we
were going to be here?

Well, I had left a
note for Rocky...

Look, I'm leaving. Tell her
you don't know where I went.

I am maxed out with that lady,
Jimmy. I just couldn't stand it.

Oh, hi! Hi. Mind if I sit down?

Oh, no. Please, please.
You just missed Eddie.

Yeah. I'm sure you could
probably find him at his place.

Oh, that's okay. I didn't really
want to talk to Eddie, anyway.

I wanted to talk to you.

I'm going back to New York.

Oh!

I just wanted to thank
you for what you did.

Well, no need to. It was
pretty much a thankless job.

Look, while we're talking
about it, I was just wondering,

you know that little cassette
that you took from me

the other night up at Tim's?

I was wondering if
I could have it back.

Oh, well, sure, sure.

Oh! I gotta tell you, a
really dumb thing happened.

You know, the other night the
whole Rockford clan got together.

You know, we sometimes do that
and my dad got out his squeeze box

and we played The
Dust on Mother's Bible

and Will the Circle Be
Unbroken, Amazing Grace...

You know, all the old favorites and
I wanted to tape it for my nephews.

And well, cluck that I am, you know,
I taped right over everything you had.

You are no cluck, Mr. Rockford.

I think you've got enough on
Tim Richie to do a real good job.

Guess I'm just going
to have to make do.

I'm sure you will. You've still got the
sexual angle working for you, right?

You know, it's a
funny thing about that.

You know, I came all the way
out here just to see Tim Richie

and, well, when that didn't
work out the way I wanted it to,

I started to see Michael
Womack, his bass player.

And I don't mind telling you he's a
real attractive guy and a good lover,

but really just
wasn't Tim Richie.

But I hung in there anyway.

I started seeing Doyle
Kaye, his head roadie.

Real funny guy and very
exciting and amusing.

But he just wasn't Tim Richie.

And then there was Eddie. What
a nice man. So kind and warm.

I don't know, afterwards,
it just wasn't Tim.

And then the last night when I
was doing my last tape of Tim,

afterwards he started playing with
my hair and I knew what was coming.

I thought this is
incredible. Tim Richie!

He's amazing. He's so sensitive
and so warm and so strong

and I just couldn't believe it.

I sat there and I just
said this is great except...

He wasn't Tim Richie.

No. He wasn't.