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Hello.

Something's coming in the
mail for you. Something big.

A couple of guys who were looking for
a package that was addressed to you.

Did they get it?

Whoever did it knew his stuff.
An ice pick right into the heart.

What Eddie Hellinger sent to
you belongs to me. I want it back.

Rockford just took
it away from me.

What do we do now? I
don't have the slightest idea.

Hey, Rockford!

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

This is the Baron.

Angel Martin tells me
you buy information.

Okay, meet me at 1:00
a.m. behind the bus depot.

Bring $500 and come alone.

I'm serious.

Sierra Chief from Seattle,
Tacoma and Portland

will be arriving on Track 29.

That's Gate 4, for Track 29.

Mr. Fred Barnes.

Will Mr. Fred Barnes go to the main
terminal information counter, please?

You got some of
them stamps, honey?

They've been in there
a long time, Angie.

Hey, don't worry about it.

Ain't going nowheres.

At least they ain't going
nowheres you can get to by train.

What happens if
one of 'em tries?

Hey, don't worry so much.

Sunset Express is now
ready for boarding on Track 12.

There he is.

Does he have it?

Can't see it.

Better go check him out, Coco.

Thanks, honey.

We have a lost child.
We have a lost child.

A boy about 7 years old.
He says his name is Timmy.

He has brown hair and is
wearing a Rams warm-up jacket.

Timmy will be at
the security office.

He didn't have it.

Did he say anything?

Yeah, he said,
"Don't. Please don't."

Well, I guess the
other guy got it for sure.

Hello, who is it?

Hey, Jimbo, don't you recognize
the voice of the fourth estate?

It sounds more like a fifth of sour
mash. How're you doing, Eddie?

Hey, you know me, Jimbo.
I always have a good time.

Listen, I just
called to say hello,

to tell you there's something
coming in the mail for you.

Something big.

The last time you got me
mixed up into something big,

I sweated out the suspension
of my license for six months

before the smoke cleared, Eddie.

Eddie? You all right?

Eddie, what happened
there? Are you okay?

Robbery Homicide,
Sergeant Roy Floyd.

Sorry, Lieutenant Becker's out of the
office right now. Can I take a message?

Rockford, huh?

Oh, yeah, sure. I'll tell
the lieutenant you called.

Let's go. It's
time to saddle up.

A patrol unit found a couple
of stiffs at Alameda and Macy.

The train station.

Oh, that's very good,
Floyd. Very, very good.

I'm gonna put you in for a special
commendation for memorizing your map books.

Let's move it out.

Yes, sir. Who's gonna
take over the desk?

Come on, come on.
You can go, Floyd.

All right, let's go. The
boss wants to see you.

You gotta be kidding. The boss?

The man said,
"Let's go." So let's go!

Don't.

Do you mind if I just put
on my slippers? Okay?

Shall we?

Give me a break, will you,
Eunice? This damn phone is freezing.

How many times I gotta
tell you, don't call me at work.

Will you stop already?

I told you what to do
when I left the house.

You gotta go back there tomorrow
and tell this Colonel Gilstrap

that I already paid a
whole year's tuition.

He's got to keep
the kid in school.

Eunice, Eunice, I don't
wanna talk about this no more.

I'm hanging up
the phone, Eunice.

You know who I am, Rockford?

Chuck Ryan.

I recognized your union label
from your mug shots in the paper.

I don't like wise guys.

I don't either. I
particularly don't like

to be dragged out of my
bed in the middle of the night,

or standing around in your
meat locker in my pajamas.

You just tell me
what I wanna know,

and I'll have the boys take
you home. Fair enough?

Depends on what
you want to know.

I want you to tell me
about that little phone call

you got about 11:30
from Eddie Hellinger.

Hey, stop slugging
the meat, will you?

So, you were gonna tell
me about the phone call.

I was?

Sure.

He's sending me
something in the mail.

Sit on him until he
gets his package.

Now, wait a minute...

What Eddie Hellinger sent to
you belongs to me. I want it back.

If I don't get it, I'll
crack your head.

Hey, don't bust
the yolks, Rockford.

I like it spilly, not watery.

Yeah, not too crisp
on the bacon either.

He didn't leave nothing outside.

Mr. Ryan ain't gonna like this.

Mr. Ryan? There ain't nothing.

Two overdue bills and
an ad for life insurance.

Yeah, sure, sure.
I'll tell him, Mr. Ryan.

Mr. Ryan said, you
should have a nice day.

Oh, well, with you
leaving, how can I miss?

We'll be back
tomorrow for mail call.

And breakfast?

Would you bring back the plate?

I wonder what they
were looking for.

Stinking joint looks
like a chef's salad.

I'm glad I don't
have to clean it up.

I've got a little
surprise for you, Floyd.

You are going to clean it up.

You're gonna pick up every
newspaper, cigarette butt, magazine,

and garment in the
place. It's all evidence.

You might not
realize this, Floyd,

but this is an important
case. Very important.

It could open a lot of doors.

It might even mean a
transfer to Internal Affairs.

Hey, Lieutenant, I mean, we don't
even know if this place was tossed.

I mean, maybe this guy
Hellinger was just a slob.

Floyd.

Eddie?

Eddie?

Hey, Eddie?

Eddie!

Chapman, what
are you doing here?

Shut up, Rockford.

Up against the wall.

I just hope you and old Roy-Boy
here have a search warrant,

'cause when Eddie sobers up, he's
gonna dump a lot of dirt on your department

for trashing his
place without one.

You got it all
twisted, Rockford.

The dirt's gonna be
dumped on Eddie, not me.

What are you talking about?

We just mopped what
was left of your pal Hellinger

off the floor at
the train station.

He looked like a
leaky paint bucket.

Oh, no.

I want you to listen, and
listen good, Rockford.

Right now, I've got you
dead-bang on a burglary charge,

and you're just one jump away
from being an accessory to a murder.

And you're one jump
away from the traffic division

if you try to get a complaint from the
DA on either one of those little hummers.

I saw you break into Hellinger's
apartment, remember?

I told you, he was
a friend of mine.

Eddie Hellinger was a loner.

His only friend was his bottle.

Yes? Oh.

Yeah, right, right.

Sure, I'm gonna make it
on time. Don't worry about it.

Yeah, right. Hey,
thanks for calling.

Yeah, see you.

Your pal was the biggest
stew pot in town, Rockford.

Floyd! Get in here.

But we're gonna give him the
same kind of all-out investigative effort

that we'd give to
any other citizen.

Floyd.

I want you to conduct a thorough
interrogation of Mr. Rockford here,

keeping in mind that the man is a possible
suspect in a homicide case. All right?

Yes, sir.

Sweat him till you've
got a good-sized puddle.

Okay.

Let's try it again.
From the top.

You broke into Eddie
Hellinger's apartment

because you and him
were such good buddies.

That's your story, huh?

You booking this man?

Huh, Lieutenant Chapman
told me to question him.

Well, book him,
or cut him loose.

Yes, sir.

You can go now, Mr. Rockford.

You heard about Eddie?

Yeah, I heard. Come on,
I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

You never really got a
chance to know Eddie, Dennis.

I mean, really know him.

Everybody said he
was undependable.

I've been hearing that about Eddie
ever since he was 15 years old.

You wanna know something?
He never let me down.

He let himself down a lot,
but never me. Never a friend.

It was a doubleheader.
Did you know that?

A double... What
are you talking about?

Well, they found another body about a
block away from the station, in an alley.

There was no ID on him,

but he had the same kind of puncture wound
in his back that they found on Hellinger.

From an ice pick maybe.

Another body?

That doesn't make
a whole lot of sense.

Maybe not, but whoever
did it knew his stuff.

A straight shot between
the ribs, right into the heart.

Keep me posted on this
thing, will you, Dennis?

I'll pass along what I can,
but stay out of Chapman's way.

Me and him have
been tangling over you,

and it's getting to be a
regular gun battle around here.

I'll keep my head down.

I bet you will.

Thanks.

Uh, Mr. Rockford. Yes?

Hi. I'm Sally Packard. I
worked with Eddie on the paper.

He mentioned you a few times.

He did? Yeah.

He said you were a friend.

They assigned me
to write his obituary.

You feel like talking?

Yeah, well...

Why not?

That was the biggest
steak I ever saw.

Oh, I've seen Eddie put
away two of those things

then top it off with a slab
of lemon meringue pie.

Oh, it's funny.

I worked with Eddie,
sat right next to him,

but I didn't really
know him that well.

Yeah, well, he was a
private kind of guy, you know,

good food, good booze,
but not too big on company.

I suppose you knew him as well
as anybody, growing up together.

Yeah, I suppose.

There's a lot to be said
for long-time friendships,

the mutual trust that's
built over the years.

Yeah.

For you, it was Eddie. For
me, it's Mary-Ann Reicker.

We go all the way back to
the seventh grade together.

I tell Mary-Ann things I
wouldn't tell my analyst.

You have an analyst?

I don't need one,
I have Mary-Ann.

I guess you and
Eddie shared a lot, too.

Mmm.

He was so excited about that
series of stories he was writing

on Chuck Ryan and his union.

He was doing a series on
Chuck Ryan? I didn't know that.

I was up to San Jose
on an insurance case.

Well, I don't know if Eddie
had anything solid on Ryan,

but he was really
digging his spurs into it.

Do you think that's
what got him killed?

Oh...

Ryan is from the sticks
and stones school.

I don't think he'd bring
down a lot of heat on himself

just because of a couple
of nasty newspaper stories.

I don't know.

Well, come on,
let's get out of here.

You need some sleep,

and I still have a story to
file for the morning edition.

Maybe we can get
together again sometime.

I'd like that.

I don't quite see
where I fit in, Jimmy.

Yeah, well, Eddie Hellinger
worked for the Globe.

He was working on a
story about Chuck Ryan,

the grand vizier of the
meatpacker's union.

Now, what I need to know is

if any other papers,
like your brother-in-law's,

has ever done anything
in-depth on Ryan.

You know, I'm just
looking for background.

This is a good buddy of
yours, this Hellinger, huh?

Yeah.

I really feel for you, Jimmy.

Thank you, Angel. Thank you.

The thing that's kind of
eating me is though that

it looks like I'm gonna be the
only one around to mourn for Eddie,

except a woman he
knew at the paper.

Whew.

A loner, huh? Guy didn't
have no family? Nobody?

No, he lived by himself up in
a bachelor pad on Vermont.

Kinda makes you
wonder, don't it?

What it'll be like when
Mr. D. calls your name.

I know I wonder

who will mourn for Angel Martin?

Probably a couple
of credit companies.

I don't want to get
into that Angel, huh?

It's Eddie Hellinger
that's dead. Not you.

Yeah, yeah, I know,

but, you know, your mind thinks
funny things at a time like this.

You remember that old
song when you were a kid?

Did you ever think
when the hearse goes by

That you may be the next to die

They put you in a big long box

And cover you up
with dirt and rocks

You are a bulwark in
my time of need, Angel.

A beacon in the storm.

I just hate to see you drain
yourself in your sensitivity any more,

so I will leave now, and I will
come back for the information later.

That's the thanks I get for
letting you lay this bummer on me.

I guess the less said about
that job, the better, huh?

Well, it's not too bad. You
did the best you could, Dad.

Well, I ain't talking about
my putting it together,

I'm talking about whatever
it was that pulled it apart.

Where you pulling me, huh?

Dad, as you can see, I'm
having a little problem here.

You're having more than a little

problem, if that
door's any indication.

Look, won't you please try and get
yourself into a decent line of work?

All right, that's it.
Hold it right there, Dad.

We had this conversation
about a year and a half ago,

and we agreed we
would not have it again.

And this has nothing
to do with my work.

What am I supposed to think?

I come over here and see
the door looking like that!

We're not gonna discuss it, Dad.

Now, I want you to get out of here,
and I don't want you to come back

till I tell you it's all right
to come back, okay?

Well, I don't wanna
be in nobody's way.

Dad, where you going?

I gotta get my tape measure.

I just want you out of here.

Probably come back and
see all your ribs stove in.

Well then, don't come back, huh?

Not till I tell you to.

And this has nothing
to do with my work.

It's just a little
problem with the mail.

Mrs. Dobbs just said I was supposed
to help you intercept a package of...

Fulminating pneumo-bacillus.

Bacillus?

You mean Mrs. Dobbs didn't
tell you what this is all about?

Oh, I guess it's just as well.

We want to try to prevent
any kind of panic whatever.

Panic? You mean
this is that serious?

I mean, the regulations are very
clear about sending dangerous sub...

Believe me, Mr. Calder,

the young woman who made
the mistake is paying dearly for it.

I just hope that the vomiting and
the convulsions are over by now.

You want me to
red-switch the place?

I can stop every piece of
mail in here, if you say so.

Let's just trace
that package, okay?

Oh, we'll trace it all right.

Now, you sure it was
addressed properly?

Let me explain something
to you, Mr. Calder.

The secretary at the lab, Mona,

has a bit of a drinking problem,

so when she was
addressing the package,

her hand could have been a little
shaky. You know what I mean?

How could you have allowed a woman
like that to handle something so dangerous?

I just got married last month.

We are wasting
valuable time, Mr. Calder.

Hoag!

If the address is illegible,
the package goes to the nixies.

They're experts at
deciphering illegible addresses.

Mr. Hoag, please give this
gentleman every assistance.

Top priority, you
understand? Top priority.

You're gonna have to excuse me.

My wife's not feeling well.

Well, Mr. Hoag, you're gonna
get a chance to be a hero,

maybe even save
a few innocent lives.

Mr. Calder tells me that
you have a reputation

of being the best
nixie in the business.

Well, I'm better
than any machine.

Well, this package
would have been mailed

from somewhere around the
train station night before last

by an Eddie Hellinger. The
addressee was named Rockford.

Well, I've got it
over here if I read it.

Yeah, I've got it, but you're
wrong about the addressee.

The name was Rockfield.

I'm the addressee. James
Rockford, 29 Cove Road, Malibu.

What I read was John
Rockfield, Mar Vista.

Mr. Rockfield?

Yeah?

Hi. I'm here about a package that the
post office delivered to you by mistake.

I told him I didn't want
it, but he just insisted.

Who did? That special
delivery postman.

I told him if he just
looked at it real close,

you could see it
didn't say Rockfield,

but he insisted it is for me.

So what happened?

Well, he refused to take
it back to the post office.

Well, you don't have to worry
about it anymore, Mr. Rockfield.

I'm Jim Rockford, so
you can just give it to me.

I'd sure like to do that, but I'm
afraid I can't. I don't have it anymore.

You don't? Where is it?

Well, I don't want anything
that's not rightfully mine,

so I brought the package down to the
post office and made 'em take it back.

You should have seen
how upset they got.

Seems they don't have a regulation
covering people bringing back mail,

and it jammed 'em up
like a rat in a drain pipe.

So, what happened
to the package?

Oh, it's safe enough.

Shouldn't have any more problem
with it. The post office has got it.

Hey, what are you doing?

Cut it out! Stop!

Hey, Fred! What the
heck happened to you?

They pushed me over with a car,

and they was after Jim's mail.

All right. You just hang on
here. I'll go call the police.

Thank you.

Rockford, you've got
some explaining to do.

Dad? You and Fred okay?

Yeah.

I said you got some
explaining to do...

I can't tell you how tired I am
of explaining today, Chapman.

Well, now, ain't that
too bad, Rockford?

The mailman here says he got
smacked around by a couple of guys

who were looking for a package
that was addressed to you.

Did they get it?

Not from him.

Now where is it and what is it?

McGrew's Barbeque?

Rub your gums across our ribs?

Give me that.

Sure, Chapman, just doesn't
sound like your kind of place.

My business takes me
to a lot of different places.

Now, where's the package?

It's in the post office, Chapman,
and they're not about to give it up

until they're good and ready.

I've spent most of the day
trying to pry it out of them.

Is that right?

Well, you just don't know
how to handle 'em, that's all.

I guarantee, I get my hands on that
package before you find your socks.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'll tell you what. You go on
down there. You just do that, Chapman.

Go on. Take 'em on. What?

Oh, don't forget to take a couple a
sandwiches and maybe a change of clothes.

How can you eat that thing?

I'm hungry.

Hey, Dennis, what did
Chapman come up with

on that other body they
found at the train station?

Well, not much. Only that
his name is Arnold Moe,

he worked in a
laundry someplace.

Chapman checked him out,

and he said that the guy didn't
have any connection to Hellinger.

How come he died?

Well, maybe he saw the
Hellinger killing go down.

They iced him to keep him quiet.

That's a little thin, Dennis.

You wouldn't happen to have
Arnold Moe's address, would you?

Yeah, I think it's the...

Barcelona Garden Apartments.
Second and Normandie.

Thank you, Dennis.

Hey, you want a piece of
pie to go with your coffee?

No, I'll pass, but listen, give me
the receipt when you pay up, okay?

You, too? Chapman's walking around with
his pockets stuffed full of those things.

Well, Chapman is being audited
by the Internal Revenue, and he...

Well, he kind of
lost his old stubs.

So he's got all his friends out
picking up phony ones for him, huh?

You make it sound like a felony.

Dennis, it is a felony.

It's called income tax evasion.

Hey Angel, open
up. It's me, Jim.

Hey, Jim.

Hey.

Hey, how did you do on getting
the information on Chuck Ryan?

It's coming along, coming along.

Why don't you just drop by in a few
hours. I haven't had no breakfast yet.

It's okay. I'll wait.

Suit yourself. I got certain
things to do, you know.

The hotel cleaning lady,
she won't make the bed,

she won't sweep up the
dust bunnies or nothing

if you've got stuff
strewed about.

Yeah, well, what I was wondering

when you were doing the
research on Chuck Ryan,

did you run across the name
Arnold Moe anywhere? He was a...

When did you get a typewriter?

Brought it home from the paper.

E.H.? Evanston Harold.

Aaron picked that stuff
up when the paper folded.

It's Eddie
Hellinger's, isn't it?

That's Eddie Hellinger's
typewriter, isn't it?

You went over there and you picked
his bones, didn't you, Angel, huh?

You...

And that's his TV set, too.

Oh, Angel...

His press club award! Angel...

Jimmy, I did it for
you. I did it for you.

Me? I did it...

I did it for you.
I did it for you.

You know, Hellinger, this guy's got
no family, there's no will made out.

Well, the state's gonna
get all that money.

You don't want the state
to have that money, do you?

I was gonna call you as soon
as you were feeling better...

Open the door! And I was gonna
see who you wanted to send it to.

I don't believe a word
you're saying, Angel.

Jimmy, it's not that bad.

I left his shoes.

Hello.

Sally, this is Jim. Sorry to
bother you at the office...

Well, Jim, it's no bother.

I told you to call me if there's
anything I could do to help.

What is it?

Sally, would you mind

if I gave out your private
number at the office for...

For what? Well, it's a little
difficult to explain, but I think

I've got a line on Arnold Moe,

and I'm gonna need some
information from the bank.

Bankers are just about
the toughest people

in the world to get
information from, so...

What exactly do
you want me to do?

Would you take a message for a Mr. Cooley
if anybody should call and check me out?

Mr. Cooley?

Yeah, I'll explain it
at dinner, okay? Okay.

All right. Thanks, hon.

Oh, Mr. Neff?

Yeah, what is it?
Yeah, I'm Jim Cooley.

You know, the State
Inheritance Tax Office?

I called you earlier about
Arnold Moe's assets.

You were supposed to be here
an hour ago, and I'm on my way out.

Oh, I bet you're going to lunch.

Yes.

I hope I didn't ruin
your lunch hour,

but I just don't know
where the morning went.

Say, maybe I could
join you for lunch.

Well...

If I don't get a sandwich
and a beer in my stomach,

I'm not gonna get halfway
through Mr. Moe's assets.

Listen, how about that little bar
and grill on the corner, is that good?

Tommy's? It's fine. Fine.

Fine. Fine.

Time for number four, hmm?

Anyway, like I was saying,

I always try to
do a little extra

for our big commercial accounts.

You know, I'm always
the first one in the office,

and the last to leave at night.

We even won an award

for the cleanest
lobby in the district

because I empty the
ashtrays whenever they're full.

Thanks.

Can I have the check? Thank you.

You were gonna tell
me about Arnold Moe?

I was? Mmm-hmm.

There's not too much to tell.

He had extensive holdings,
but there's only a little bit left now.

How much?

Oh, small change.

According to Mr. Moe's
instructions, his assets...

Well, we've been liquidating
them for the past several months.

Converting them
into bearer bonds.

Why would he convert
them into bearer bonds?

I don't know,

but his safety deposit
box is full of them.

I mean, I'll give you the exact
amount when we go back to the office,

but I can tell
you, it is plenty.

Six figures.

You people are gonna have
a real ball with this one, huh?

You ought to get a real healthy
percentage out of this, huh?

I didn't know the laundry
business was doing that good.

Laundry business?

You gotta be joking.

Arnold Moe was an accountant.

A good one.

I mean, take it from me, he was
a real wizard with the numbers.

I don't suppose you would
happen to know the address

where he worked, his office?

Hey...

State Accountancy
Board, they'd know.

You know, this thing
isn't all that sticky,

it's just I'm having
trouble getting the thing

to hang together where
it makes any sense.

The guy over at the Accountancy Board
gave me Arnold Moe's office address.

Obviously, he
worked for the union.

Probably an accountant.

Then why did he tell
everyone he ran a laundry?

Ah! Inside joke.

Yeah. He was a real magician
with numbers, you know.

He must have made
the books look clean

while Chuck Ryan
stole the union blind.

Then that's what it's all about.

Mmm. Yeah, but...

Where does Eddie
Hellinger figure in, you know?

Yeah, what got him killed?

There's something about
Eddie that I'm missing.

Something I'm forgetting.

Dessert?

No, thank you.

Not a very appropriate
farewell dinner for Eddie.

You know, there was
some luggage stashed

behind the couch in
Arnold Moe's apartment.

Now, according to George Neff at the
bank, he was cashing in his winnings.

He was ready to leave town.

But how?

Chuck Ryan would
never let him do that.

Not with all the information
he must have had.

Yeah, that's got to be where
Eddie Hellinger came into it.

Let's just say that
Moe picked up a paper,

and he read where Eddie was
out gunning for Chuck Ryan.

Might seem like a quick
way out of his dilemma.

You mean, feed
information to Eddie

that would incriminate Ryan
and get him out of the way.

I think he gave him a
little more than information,

you know, maybe it was a book or
an account ledger, something like that.

Whatever it was, it probably added
up to 20 or 30 years for Chuck Ryan.

No wonder he wanted
to get his hands on it.

Then, that's what Eddie
sent you. The package.

Yeah, well, that book is
the key to the whole thing.

It just ties the
whole mess together.

It has got to be in
the morning mail.

It just ain't showed
up yet, Mr. Ryan.

You guys know how
important that book is?

Yes, Mr. Ryan. Then get it.

It wasn't our fault it wasn't
in the mail, Mr. Ryan.

Now, if it comes tomorrow...

I don't want to
hear no "if." Get it.

Now, if you will just explain
what it is that you want.

I've already explained it
since early this afternoon.

I've explained it to two different
shifts of office personnel.

Now they've finally
sent me to the top man.

Excuse me, top person.

I need a package from the mail.

It's important evidence
in a murder investigation.

We only deliver to the
addressee. Federal regulations.

Well, why wasn't I
told about this earlier?

What is it with you
people and regulations?

That's all I hear all of a
sudden. Federal regulations.

You can't take this.
You don't count that.

This isn't allowed. That isn't
deductible. I'm a police lieutenant.

Doesn't that count for anything?

No.

You'll have to obey regulations
same as everyone else.

Unless you want to get a search
warrant from a federal magistrate.

Couldn't I fill out a
form or something?

Sorry, Mr. Chapman.
Regulations. Regulations...

All right. Here comes Fred.

Right on time.

Fred! Oh, Fred, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to come up on you like that.

Now listen, I want
you to do me a favor.

I've got... There you go.

Oh, hey. Thank
you, Fred. All right.

I don't have it.

Rockford just took
it away from me.

What is it?

It's Sweeney's Green
Mountain Cheddar.

I don't understand.

It's my favorite cheese.

Well, what about the book?

How should I know?

Oh, they're not
gonna believe it.

They are not gonna believe
it no matter what I tell them.

All right, now look.
You're making a big...

Two days, hunting
a hunk of cheese.

It sounds so ridiculous.

You think so?

When Chuck Ryan gets
his hands on that cheese,

he's gonna send those
two yo-yos back for my head.

What do we do now? I
don't have the slightest idea.

Ah!

What is it, Jim?

You remember that thing about
Eddie that I couldn't remember before?

I just remembered it.

You remember what a
long-ball hitter Eddie was,

and how obnoxious he could
get when he was really bagged?

I forgot about his box number.

Box number?

Yeah, yeah, Eddie had to move
around so much because of his drinking,

he kept a box number in the
classified section at the paper

so he could always
get his personal mail.

He never told you about that?

Well, I guess I
forgot, just like you.

Would you happen to have any pull with any
of the people in the classified section?

No more than you do,
and I have to see the

city editor or I'm
going to be out of a job.

All right, now. I'll
get the package...

We can meet back at the car.

Yeah, okay, sure. Okay.

Hi, Mr. Gleeson's office
sent me down for the package.

Mr. Gleeson?

Mr. Arthur Gleeson, the Vice President
in charge of operations for this newspaper.

Yes, sir. Uh, what
package was that?

The one in Eddie
Hellinger's box.

Yes, sir.

Sorry. No package.

There wasn't anything in
Mr. Hellinger's box but this.

Ah, well thank
you for your help.

Mr. Gleeson is gonna
be very happy about this.

Huh, excuse me, Sally Packard?

Thank you.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for Sally Packard.

I'm Sally Packard.

Well, how were things
at the city desk, huh?

Any late breaking stories?

What? What are you doing?

You worked with Eddie,
but you never got too close,

so I did a solo
down memory lane.

What in the hell are
you talking about?

Give me my bag.

Just looking for a little ID.

Look, I am...

Not Sally Packard. I
just met Sally Packard.

All right. I'm Sally
Sternhagen, IRS.

I don't think I
disturbed anything.

Any questions?

There's a couple.

Eddie Hellinger contacted us.

He said he had enough
for us to nail Chuck Ryan

for everything from income
tax evasion to grand theft.

When Eddie was killed, I was
supposed to pick up where he left off.

You thought I knew
something about it?

I thought Eddie might
have confided in you.

For a while, it did look like
he'd mailed you the book.

What'd you come
up with in there?

It's at the train station.

It's a lousy stinkin' cheese.

We didn't know.

You couldn't check? You
couldn't open this box and look?

Wait a minute.

If Hellinger mailed this from the train
station, the book's still gotta be there.

Express service to Salt Lake
City, Chicago and Cleveland

will be boarding at...

There it is.

If it's not in here, I'm seriously
considering taking one of the trains.

Here, tell you what, just wrap
this up just like it was, okay.

You guys are moving into this
train station and staying here.

What are we gonna eat, Mr. Ryan?

All right, you call the police.

Central Division's only
about a block away. Here.

How long we gotta
stay here, Mr. Ryan?

Till somebody shows
up with that book.

Hey, Rockford.

The Pioneer Express to Salt Lake
City, Chicago, and Cleveland, Ohio

is departing shortly
from Gate 4, Track 27.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Pioneer luxury service
to Salt Lake City, Chicago

and Cleveland is
departing immediately.

Come on out, Rockford.

You're finished. You
got no place else to hide.

That's right, Chuckie Baby,
got no place else to hide.

You know something else, this is the
first time you and I have been alone.

Where's Angie, where's Coco?

I think they just missed
the last train to Cleveland.

Here you go, Chuckie
Baby. You want it, you got it.

Looks like you've been
very busy, Rockford.

Two critical injuries
at the train station,

and a third victim
suffering from contusions.

Victim?

Chuck Ryan and
those two critical injuries

are the ones who killed Eddie
Hellinger and Arnold Moe,

and that ledger there, that has the
whole thing in it. Motive, everything.

Shut up, shut up, Rockford.

This is my case.

Telephone call for you,
Lieutenant. Line two.

Can't you see I'm busy? Take a
message. Tell 'em I'll call 'em back.

He said it was very
important. It's your accountant.

Yeah, Murray? What is it?

Well, change it. Put
down whatever you want.

Of course, I'd be
willing to swear to it.

Murray, I'll swear to
anything that makes it work.

You know those IRS
guys, Murray, they're jerks.

Murray, will you stop worrying.

You know they never
really check those things out.

Put it down, will
you put it down.

Thank you.

Can I borrow your
pen, Lieutenant?

How about a pencil?

That'll do.

Now, your first name is
Douglas, isn't it? That's right.

The middle initial is 'J'.

What is this?

You tell him.

Internal Revenue Service.

You didn't give me a chance
to identify myself, Lieutenant.

Well, huh... This phone call
here was just a joke, you know.

My accountant, he's
my second cousin.

Well, we kid around like that
a lot, you know what I mean?

Before you say anything else,
Lieutenant, I want to warn you

you have a right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say
can be used against you.