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Jerseyites are among
the most friendliest people

that you're ever gonna meet.

Hey!

Stole my car.

I want Lombard hit tonight.

I have never taken a
case where I knew up front

that I was dealing
with organized crime.

We don't need you here.

You just keep it up, son, and
I'm gonna find your off switch.

You two want to hustle.

Yeah. Yeah.

You want to deal your way up.

Welcome to New Jersey.

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

Mr. Rockford, this
is Betty Joe Withers.

I got four shirts of yours from
the Bo Peep Cleaners by mistake.

I don't know why they gave me
men's shirts, but they're going back.

Gentlemen, I'm sorry.
Mr. Lombard does not

wish to see you at this time.

Hey, Jeeves, did you tell
this guy what we told you?

Did you tell him there's
a couple of guys out here

who can help him with
his problem he's havin'?

A couple of guys who ain't
afraid to jump in with both feet,

get their hands
dirty? A couple of...

I explained the entire
situation to him, sir.

He thanks you for your interest,

but he doesn't wish to
discuss it at this time.

Good day, sir.

Hey, hello?

Hello?

The white zone is
for immediate loading

and unloading of
passengers only.

Well, I don't know. I read the
national crime statistics in the papers.

Newark sounds like
a pretty rough town.

Let me tell you something.

I've lived in
Jersey all my life.

And you know where I
had to go to get mugged?

Los Angeles.

That's right. Broad daylight.

Right out in front of
the Hamburger Hogan.

Guy with a Hawaiian shirt
and rubber sandals, yet.

Sure, the east coast is
starting to show its age a little.

But you should see the
urban redevelopment we got.

And let me tell you,

Jerseyites are among
the most friendliest people

that you're ever gonna meet.

Sid, it's been nice flying
with you. I enjoyed it.

Hi.

Please do not park
in the white zone.

Attention. Parking
facility B is full.

Please use the available
parking in lots A and C. Thank you.

Hey! Hey!

Stop him! He's got my watch!

Hey, stop that guy!

Get out of the way!

Hey! Hey, fella, that's my car.

Hey, hey! Come
here. That's my car.

May I say something, Officer?

This whole thing is
beginning to smell a little odd.

Do you know what I mean?

I mean, we rent this man a car,

and then 10 seconds later
somebody just happens

to steal his watch?

And then he just happens to
leave his car with the keys in it.

In a high crime area.

I'm gonna ask you to come
along with us, okay, sir?

Just so we can get a few
things straightened out.

You gotta be kidding me.
Look, my watch is gone.

My luggage is in
the back of that car.

I'm here on a
case in Short Hills.

I'm already late.

I am trying to help you, sir.

I'm trying to help
all concerned.

You'll have to go to the Port
Newark precinct and fill out a report.

Okay, it shouldn't take long. Now,
step this way with us. Please? Now.

To Los Angeles is
now arriving at Gate 5.

Hey, boys!

Hey, Tony. What
do you say, doll?

Nothing much, Eugene.

How you doin', Uncle Bep?

It's lunchtime. What
am I, a magician?

I can make 100
submarines all by myself?

Abracadabra and the
prosciutto jumps on the roll

and the little red peppers
make a conga line

and walk right onto
the paper plates, huh?

I'll be out to help
you in a minute.

I gotta do some things first.

Come on.

Hey, I ain't got all day.

Give me a number seven.

Yeah?

Oh, hello, Mrs. De Stantis.
Yeah, we're working on it.

Don't you worry about Nicky. We're
gonna talk to some of our people

down at the Mayor's Office.

We're gonna get pressure
put on those people

down at the Police
Athletic League.

Yeah, I totally agree. That
boy's got God-given talent.

Hey, how you doin', bro?
You come in the back way?

Uh-huh. I agree he should
be on the starting lineup.

You got the three C's, chief?

You betcha, boss. Here you go.

Yeah.

One, two, three.

Okay, Mrs. De
Stantis. Thank you.

Same to you.

She says God bless us.

See that? Hong Kong. It's
better than that Japanese stuff.

I know this guy, tells me that, like, the
beauty shops and the chicks and like that

are nuts for these
Style Air blowers

on account of Gore Vidal and all
them famous haircut guys use them.

Ah, well, all I gotta say,
Eugene, is these better move

and they better move quick
'cause that was the last of our bread.

Okay.

I admit it. We got a little cash
flow problem at the moment.

So let's review some of
the matters we got pending.

Eugene, we ain't
got nothing pending.

We tell Goldy down
at the newsstand,

we're gonna use our
connections with the Soul brothers

to lean on whoever's knocking
over the newsstand, right?

Only Richie Soul won't
take our phone calls.

So twice Goldy's
been knocked over.

We'll get on it. I think
something's gonna break on that.

I met this guy on
the 29 bus yesterday.

He says he knows a guy who
knows who's boosting the newsstand.

Who?

Couple of brothers.

From over in the Walt
Whitman Apartments.

Real psychos. They both done time
for murder and aggravated assault.

I told him I'd get back to
him about the exact names.

I didn't wanna get
into it on the bus.

I figure it's not exactly the
time nor the place, you know?

Let's face it, Eugene.

We ain't operators
in this neighborhood.

We ain't connected up right
and we don't have respect.

Don't we always seem to be
movin' in bigger and bigger circles?

Take this Lombard thing.

That's why, Mick, I keep
trying to impress upon you

the importance of that.

Somebody throwing
dead animals in his lawn?

This is a deal that's gonna
put us in the center of things?

Mr. Lombard is very upset about
these dead cats and chickens.

He's been consulting
the Bible about it.

Yeah. No, my cousin
Gina's husband, Ralph,

helps out Lombard's gardener
and Ralph told me personally.

Lombard don't
wanna work with us.

He obviously thinks
we're a couple of jerks.

Well, that's why we gotta
work on this matter ourselves.

On our own.

We get the creeps responsible and,
bing, we have Lombard's attention.

Ah, Eugene, they're probably
just a bunch a neighborhood kids.

The butler'll give us $5 and a
ride right down the driveway.

So what if it's kids, man?

It's a foot in the door. We
get these creeps responsible,

then we get to Mr. Lombard.

We say, "Mr. Lombard,
here's a couple of guys

"who took care of a very
unpleasant matter for you.

"A couple of guys who
would like to be remembered

"should they need a good word
from a man of your high caliber."

Mick, that's how
influence works.

One hand washes the other.

Eugene, you don't understand.

Lombard ain't even
active in the outfit anymore.

He don't even handle half
the action in North Jersey.

Tony Martine does.

Lombard's a
born-again Christian.

Listen to yourself. Will
you listen to yourself?

Suppose you were one of
the top hats in the organization,

head of your own family,
and the State Department

and Justice Department was
always breathing down your neck.

Wouldn't you like to
convince everybody

that you was retired, religious,

out of the rackets?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll get us a couple of beers.

You said to watch for anything
weird happening up by Devon Road

where Mr. Lombard lives, right?

Yeah.

Well, just the other day, I saw
some car cruisin' by there twice

when I was walking
home from school.

Here. Got his license number.

Come on, kid, I mean, anybody can
write down a license plate's number.

Now, what we're lookin' for
is a punk on a tricycle, okay?

Pennsylvania plates he gives us.

You guys said anything.
Now, I gave you something.

I want my money
just like you promised.

All right, all right.
But forget the money.

Give me the keys,
Mick. Come on, kid.

I got something
better than money.

Wait till you see
it. Here you go.

Here you go, kid.
That's pure rayon.

Last you a lifetime.

Ugh!

Where'd you get
all those, anyway?

Well, uh, we're sort of
the distributor for this area.

It's been over four hours.

I don't know what the holdup is,

but this place is really jammed.

Well, please keep in
touch, Mr. Rockford.

My father goes to bed early.

It's going to be hard enough
to get him to talk to you as it is.

Yeah, well, I'm trying
to get clear of this place

just as fast as I
can, Miss Lombard.

Oh, look, here comes somebody
I might get some answers from.

I'll be talking to you.

Hey, Officer? Officer,
my name is Jim Rockford.

I've been here
since before 3:00.

Could you tell me when
they're gonna get to me?

The Lieutenant said...

About as much as he did.

Hey, Eugene. I'm just thinking.

A guy like Lombard,

a guy who's been
in the mob all his life,

a guy who's used to goin' to
the mattresses and stuff like that,

how come a guy like
him is gettin' so jacked up

about some kids throwin'
dead pets on his lawn?

I don't see your point.

Well, we keep
thinking it's just kids.

Maybe Lombard knows it's not.

Maybe that's why he's scared.

You know. You know
what the mob does.

Like, they send warnings.

Dead fish wrapped in newspaper,

a severed finger.

You know, Mick, you're
always lookin' at things negative.

You know, Mick,
I'm thinking here.

What are we bustin'
our humps for here?

I mean, tomorrow we could
check back with those kids,

probably get a line on this mook
who's throwin' the dead animals,

and this way, we
don't miss Carson.

Yeah. Yeah?

Let's go.

Walt a minute, get
down, get down.

Listen.

They killed their motor.

Get down. I heard
someone cock a shotgun.

Hey, did you see it?
He flung a chicken.

Hey, you! Hey, kid!

It's all over for you, Jack.

When my dad
finds out about this,

you creeps'll be worse
off than those chickens.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we're shaking all over.

Come on, scungille. You got an
appointment with the man on the hill.

You only got a few minutes, ace.

So you better start talking.

Is it you, or you got a partner?

What's your name?

Who supplies you
with the chickens?

Mr. Lombard will
be down shortly.

Right.

Say, Mick? Did you notice
the old-time fireman's outfit?

Did Mr. Rockford call
again while I was at the gym?

Oh, yes, miss, he did.

It appears that he's
going to be quite late now.

Apparently, the computer found
some unpaid traffic violations

in California and now he
has to straighten all that out.

Oh, excuse me.

Are you waiting to see
my father or something?

Yeah. Matter of fact. I'm
Mickey Long and this is Eugene...

Hey, Mickey, do you mind?

The thing is, Miss Lombard,
you see, we're from down Newark.

And we caught this kid throwing a
chicken carcass onto your property.

Figure he's the one been causing
your problems these last weeks.

Oh, is that right?
What's your name?

You're not gonna
get nothin' out of him.

He's a professional hard guy.

He's a scungille.

You damn well better start talking,
buster, because you're in big trouble.

Renee!

That's enough.

And I've told you about
using profanity in this house.

Good evening, Mr. Lombard.

I'm Mickey Long
and this is Eugene...

Mickey, you mind?

Mr. Lombard, it's an
honor to be under your roof.

Me and my associate,
we're pleased...

Son, have I caused you any
pain that I'm not aware of?

Go rotate on it.

This kid's gonna leave here
with his bicycle seat in his mouth.

Well, maybe somebody else
egged you on to do this, huh?

What's your name?

Mr. Lombard,

if you like, me
and my associate,

we'll take this
little dip outside

and introduce his
head to the cement.

No, thanks. But I do want
to thank you two fellows

for bringing this young
man to my attention.

I won't forget it.

Personally, Daddy, I
think this little miscreant

could use some knocking around.

No, no, no, no, no, no. This
young man knows what he did.

His punishment is
between him and his God.

Daddy! Then I'm sorry.

I don't see why you were
so upset to begin with.

Are you through with
me, you old geek?

Or you got somethin'
else you want to say?

Yes, my friend, I do.

Tell him. Tell him, Mr. Lombard.

Tell him what happens
to creeps like him.

"But these, like
unreasoning animals

"Born as creatures of instinct
to be captured and killed

"Reviling where they
have no knowledge

"Will, in the destruction of those
creatures, also be destroyed"

Second Peter,
chapter 12, verse 12.

Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

What?

Now, you come along with me.

I got something I
wanna show you.

Mr. Lombard, what
you were sayin'

about showing your
appreciation for me and Eugene...

Yeah, come along.
Come along with me.

You wait here.

The Building Block.

Published by the
Reverend Ron Garmes.

Ron Garmes?

Also, two tickets to the
Gospel Cavalcade of Stars.

We tape every Sunday from
the studios of Station WHIS

in Flushing, Long Island.

This week, we're having
Jet's linebacker Gayle Stubbs,

who came to Christ this year.

And also the Sandals,
a Christian rock band.

I think you'll enjoy yourselves.

Well, Mr. Lombard, thanks,
but this isn't what we had in mind.

And now for you, young fella,
tickets for you and a guest,

and this magazine,

Sports and the Scriptures.
You'll do well to read it.

And now, thanks for
stopping by, fellas.

Mr. Lombard, Mickey
and I, we appreciate this,

really, honest.

But, like, what we had in mind

was, like, you know, one
hand washes the other.

What?

Well, you know.
Like, we know this guy

whose newsstand keeps
getting knocked over.

Now, maybe since
you've seen how we work,

maybe you can get some of
your people to put the word out

that if it ever happens again,

somebody's gonna get pensioned
off to the bottom of the Passaic River.

Oh, I see.

You two want to hustle.

Yeah. Yeah.

You want to deal your way up.

Right. Right.

I understand ambition.

But so does the Lord.

I don't wield power, anymore.

He wields his power over me.

A blow off.

A total, complete blow off.

I don't believe it, man.

I mean, some guys, you
know, they fall in a sewer,

they come out with gold
watches in each hand.

Me? I work like a slave

and what do I get? Nothing.

And then you
don't face up to it?

You come sneaking in the back
door at this hour on a school night?

You listen to me
when I'm talking to you!

Now, what in the Lord's
name made you throw

dead chickens on
Mr. Lombard's lawn?

What are we raising
here, an animal, huh?

You don't like old man Lombard.

You're the one who's
always saying he's a creep.

I hear you from the TV
room, complaining to Mom.

And now, just 'cause
I don't like him, either,

I get all this
trouble and stuff.

Incredible. You
hear that? Incredible!

You did it for me, is
that what you're saying?

Where? Where does
he learn these things?

Honey, if you would
just stop yelling at him.

Boys grope around
for male role models

and what their
fathers think of them

is especially important to them.

And so they try, in their own
way, to be rough and tough.

He is 12. It is an
age of transition.

Transition?

He's gonna transition his way right
into military school if he keeps this up.

From now on, I want him
to see that child psychologist

two times a week, not
just on Wednesdays!

He can miss his drum lessons!

These guys beat me up.

They hit me with a fungo
bat. They punched me around.

I know, I know. You told me.

Big men beating up a little kid.

You gave me their
names. I'll look into it.

Anthony.

Anthony.

Anthony, now, listen to me.

Even if Daddy doesn't like
Mr. Lombard, that's none of your business.

That's Daddy's affair.
You understand that?

Now, you see what happened, huh?

You put Daddy in
a terrible position.

Very awkward.

Now, go on. Now, you
go on up to bed, hmm?

Go.

Yeah, it's me. Listen,
I've been thinking it over.

This thing dragged
on long enough.

Yeah, that.

Now, listen, it's
upsetting everybody,

my whole family, now. So
I want Lombard hit tonight.

Now.

No, just a message
he can't forget.

And listen, I want you to track
down a couple of guys for me.

They live in Newark.

A Mickey Long and another
comedian named Conigliaro.

Yeah.

Mr. Rockford.

What's left of me.

What happened? When you
called from the police station

you said you'd be up in
an hour. It's almost 1:00.

I went to my hotel and they let
the room go because I was late.

So, I've been spending an
hour or so looking for a vacancy.

No luck. Oh, how awful.

On top of everything
else that's happened.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry to
put you in this position,

but I don't know
where else to turn.

Would you happen
to have a spare room

that I could use, until I
get a hotel room tomorrow?

Oh, sure. Don't you
have any luggage?

Well, no, no. You see, the luggage
was in the car that was stolen.

I think I'm just gonna look at it
like my dad would, and figure that

whoever stole it needs
it a lot more than I do.

We can certainly wait until
morning to discuss the case.

Have you eaten? No.

Let's see what we
can do to give you

at least some kind of
welcome to New Jersey.

Welcome to New Jersey.

1187, clear.

1813, clear.

I'm gonna be frank
with you, Renee.

If I'd known about
your father's past life,

I wouldn't have come
here to begin with.

Well, does it have to matter?

Look, Renee, I'm sorry.
I'd really like to help.

But I have never taken a
case where I knew up front

that I was dealing
with organized crime.

It's too risky and complicated.

But the reason I called
you instead of someone local

was because of the way you
handled that mess with Gordon and me

when I was at UCLA.

Gordon was just a
sick graduate student.

He didn't own machine guns
and have button men on retainer.

Mr. Rockford, my
father walked away

from the Martine
family when I was 15.

Cut off all his contacts.

He's given away most
of his money to charity,

spends his time
working as a lay preacher

with the Interfaith Council.

Renee,

I think you knew there
might be this problem

when you didn't level with me on the
phone about your father's background.

You're right.

I don't blame you
for wanting out.

I can understand your attitude.

Ah, for what it's worth,

I don't really think that was
an attempt on your father's life.

I mean, you're not
gonna spray the statues

and the juniper bushes
when you want someone dead.

My advice would be to
keep talking to your father.

Find out who's trying to
pressure him and how.

And then get him to
cooperate with the police.

Your relationship with him is
the best weapon you've got.

Well, you must be exhausted
after the day you've had.

I'll have Robertson
make you up a room.

You can get an early
flight out tomorrow.

Hey, Mickey,

why don't you go pre-slice the
turkey roll like Uncle Bep wants.

You use half the office, right?

So, how come I gotta
work off the whole rent?

Eugene, remember what
them radicals used to say

about power coming
out of the end of a gun?

Well, I guess people
are gonna say, with you,

power comes out of
the end of a mop, huh?

Very funny, very funny.

Would you quit your bellyaching?
Open the door for Vito.

Funny guy.

God love us, what a life.

Hiya, Mickey.

Eugene?

Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Conigliaro.

Coming up on 1:00 now,

here's John Cunning
with the news.

In other New Jersey news,

police are looking for a
suspect after a shooting incident

at the Short Hills home of
Joseph Lombard late last night.

Police could offer no motive
for that machine-gun attack

in which no one was wounded.

Lombard, alleged to
be a former top figure

in the powerful
underworld syndicate

now known as the Martine family,
was unavailable for comment.

That must have happened
last night after we left.

Here we spend all night chasing a
kid with a chicken and we miss this.

Hey, remember that license
plate? The one the kid gave us?

Pennsylvania plates. Yeah.

Well, he said that car was
cruising Lombard's house.

Maybe it was a scout car,
or maybe they were the ones.

The ones who did
it. Right, yeah, yeah.

Listen, we... We
run that plate, man,

and we may just deal
ourselves right back into this.

No.

I'm tired of you
always pumping me

for favors and appointments.

This isn't the police station.

It's just the steno pool
of the Mayor's Office.

How would I run a license plate?

Well, then, talk to one of the
guys on the Mayor's security staff.

Tell 'em some car banged
your car and took off.

Look, lay a little
vulnerability on him,

cross the legs,
cry into a tissue.

You really can be revolting,
buster, you know that?

Kathleen, what do
you got against me?

No, seriously. I like you.

I really like you. I never
done nothing to you.

So how come you don't like me?

You're a hustler,
Eugene. You're insincere.

There's 15 sides to your face and
you talk out of every one of them.

What's so insincere
about sucking up to a guy?

Oh, dear God.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute, look.

Now, look, Kathleen.

I mean, you are friends with a couple
of guys on the security staff, right?

I mean, you've even
dated a couple of them.

I don't think they'd mind if you
used their names to call the cops.

They would mind
if they found out.

Nah. Like the guy you told
me about? He wouldn't mind.

Who? George Bizak?
Ron Allen? Who?

You know, look, man, forget
it. I guess it's too much to ask.

And quite frankly, my
feelings are hurt here.

No, hey, that's just
the way I feel about it.

Yeah, this is George
Bizak, Mayor's security.

I need a run on a
Pennsylvania tag.

So you see, Mr. Lombard,

this car is registered to
one Albert Constantine,

88 Drexel Street, Philadelphia.

Now, Mickey and I, what we was
thinking is maybe this Constantine

is a shooter for
the south-side outfit.

You could find out, take some
action and protect yourself.

"They have eyes,
yet they see not"

Gentlemen, I appreciate you
bringing me this information.

But how am I gonna tell you this
so that you'll really understand it?

I'm finished with all that.

So I'm not interested
in your information.

Mr. Lombard, you don't
understand. They're gonna kill you.

Mr. Long, in my past I have
done many things that haunt me.

And now, if the good Lord
chooses to visit burdens upon me

for what I've done, that's
the way it's gonna be.

There's nothing I could do that
would change his plan for me.

Now, again, I thank you.

You know, Mick, you want my
opinion. Faith is a wonderful thing.

But this is Jersey and that guy's
gonna wind up eating a Magnum.

You know what?
I'm thinking to myself.

If this guy's not interested
in covering himself,

there's still people
who care about him.

What, the Martine
family? Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, we get word to 'em about this
guy from Philly, they'll take care of him.

Hey, I know a guy
who runs numbers

for the Martine family
from high school.

He'll pass the word upstairs.

Sure, and listen. Tony
Martine is Mr. North Jersey.

We could come out of this
in a very strong position.

Oh, hi. Hi.

Where you off to?

I'm being packed off to
Stockbridge for my own safety.

I dance up there
most of the year.

I was only down
here for a visit.

My father should leave, too.

But he says he has too
much evangelical work to do.

My plan is to get
up to Massachusetts,

then concoct some phony crisis
in my life to force him up there.

I'm pretty sure this
plan of mine will work.

Thanks. I should have thought
of it before spending $800

to fly a private
detective out here.

Private detective? Well,
you should've told us.

You know, we got
a lot of connections.

We can do things
a Pl can't get near.

Yeah, where is this
gumshoe, anyway?

Gone. On his way
back to California.

Hey, help me. I'm
getting mugged!

Get me some help!

Where is he? I'm
freezing my tail off.

Quit bellyachin'. He'll be here.

Long, Conigliaro? Come here.

Come on. Take the jump seats.

No smoking.

Good afternoon, Mr. Martine.

I'm Mickey Long and
this is Eugene Conigliaro...

Mickey, Mickey, do you mind?

Now, Mr. Martine, we are
happy that we can be a help to you

and a certain
friend in this matter,

and that a tragedy
can be diverted.

Also we would
consider it an honor

if you would be our guest for
dinner while we talk this matter.

I'm not sure if you're familiar
with Danny's Chop House

out on Route 22. It's...

Hey, let's hear it.

You have information of a specific
nature for me on the shooting?

See, we figure this Albert
Constantine was in the car

casing Mr. Lombard's house.

Or maybe he was one of
the guys in the car that night.

And what with Mr. Lombard's
former activities,

it's better you see
this than the cops.

Oh, absolutely, absolutely.

The police we don't
need in this. Thank you.

Now, you guys have gone
through a lot of trouble for this.

There must be something
in this that you want.

Am I right?

To be remembered.
Plain and simple.

You know, you remind
me of somebody.

Really?

Yeah. I can't place the face

but I'll be damned if you
don't remind me of somebody.

Don't he, Eugene?

Could've been a little kid?

No, I don't think so.

You sure? About 12 years old,

got knocked of his
bike, slapped around?

Mr. Martine,

let me say first
that we didn't know.

And B, that's some
spunky kid you got.

I tell you what happened...

Hey, you pinhead!

You guys keep causing me
terrible problems, you know that?

Now, we're gonna pass
on Danny's Chop House.

Because there's somebody
I want you to meet.

This is Albert Constantine.

And this is Albert
Constantine, Jr.

Mickey, wait!

Run, Mickey, run!

Go, Mickey!

Hello? Mr. Lombard?

Anybody here?

Mr. Lombard?

What are you doin' in
here? How did you get in?

The gate was open, so we just...

Then we knocked, but...

What do you mean the
gate was open? Who...

Never mind. It doesn't make
any difference now, anyway.

Mr. Lombard? Uh, sir?

If I may, is there
somethin' wrong here?

Renee. They kidnapped Renee.

Look, Mr. Lombard. I don't know
exactly what's going on here now,

but maybe we know something
that can help you out here.

You see, a couple hours
ago, Eugene and me, well,

you see we got in... We kind
of got into a hairy situation with

a Mr. Tony Martine.

Yeah, I know all
about Tony Martine.

He's the prime
mover behind this.

He has my daughter. He
phoned about a half hour ago.

This really comes as a blow.

I mean, up until today, we
thought you guys was friends.

Yeah.

What exactly do they
want from you, anyway?

What do they want?
What do they always want?

They want their way!

I've fought against their evil.

I've resisted their pressure.

But I can't anymore. Not now.

So I guess they'll
get their way after all.

In little less than an hour,

I'm gonna be driving into Newark

for a meeting with a
very important man.

And I'm gonna put pressure
on and on and on and on.

I've been to so many
meetings like this before.

But not for the last 12 years.

Mr. Lombard, I don't
know what's going on here,

but you don't seem to
be in any shape to drive.

So, uh...

We'll take you.

Yeah.

Joe.

Your Eminence. I
thank you for coming.

Cardinal Finnerty?

I know that this is
delicate for you, politically.

That's why I thought it best
that we don't meet at your office.

You're right, Joe.

This whole flap has become a
regular hot potato, image-wise.

And it's very
difficult for me, Joe.

Now, you must know that.

But the position of the Archdiocese
has to remain unchanged.

The Holy Mother Church
simply cannot allow a man

like Vincent Martine to be
buried in consecrated ground.

- I - understand your position,

but as I told Monsignor
Kelly on the phone,

I resisted coming to
you for over a week.

But Renee, Your Eminence,

she's only 26. She's
an innocent in all this.

Listen to me, Joseph.

As your good friend
who sat beside you

on the Interfaith
Council for six years,

you must know I certainly don't
wish any harm to come to Renee,

but the church cannot
yield to terrorism.

I told Anthony Martine,
Vincent's cousin,

Vincent was a notorious sinner.

And in addition, he
died by his own hand.

A suicide.

He died unrepentant,
in a state of sin.

I'll pray for Vincent's
soul every day,

every hour, for
the rest of my life.

That's not gonna get it, Joe.

And as a former
Catholic, you know that.

Here's a man who made no
effort to lead a Christian life.

He confessed to shooting
three people. He was convicted

and rather than
spend one day in jail,

he laughed at the
court and killed himself.

If we allow Vinnie Martine to
be buried in blessed ground,

it's like we're saying
to all the others,

and to ourselves, too, "Go ahead,
laugh at God's Commandments.

"It's okay because, in the end,
something will be worked out."

I know, I know, but...

What do I do? My kid.

You know what to do.

You know where your power
and your hope come from.

Put your faith in him.

Remember, He loves children.
He watches out for them.

We'll talk again, Joe.

Remember, I'll always be there.

Yeah, I didn't know where to
tell the police to drop me off.

I mean, you know, I
don't have anything.

They took every penny I got.

They took my wallet.
They took my airlines ticket.

They took my traveler's checks.

Well, that's no problem. I'll
just call National Express.

Yeah, well, they weren't
National Express traveler's checks.

Oh, really.

Well, most people
carry National Express.

Well, I don't. All right?

I was thinking
maybe Miss Lombard

could advance me plane
fare to... Till I get to LA.

I'm afraid that's
impossible, Mr. Rockford.

Miss Lombard is in
very serious trouble.

Well, I think you were
right not to call the police.

At least not yet.

A guy like Tony Martine has
to have his pockets full of cops.

How do you like
this? All of a sudden,

the gumshoe's dominating
the conversation.

Yeah, you are so
hot to get back to LA?

Go ahead. Go surfing
or join a cult or somethin'.

We don't need you here.

You just keep it up, son, and
I'm gonna find your off switch.

Hey, he's right.
Knock it off, fellas.

If I was Mr. Rockford, I'd have
done exactly the same thing.

Nobody could've prevented her
from being grabbed off the highway.

Did Martine give you any
idea when he might call back?

He just said something about
somebody being at the phone at all times,

and if I gave him
some good news,

he'd let me talk to Renee again,

and then he'd
release her unharmed.

Any hunches where
they might hold Renee?

I wonder where Vinnie
Martine's body is right now?

They've been moving him
from mortuary to mortuary,

and then Tony said
they ran out of their string.

Something about some law
governing the length of time

that a funeral home could hold an
un-cremated or an unburied cadaver.

Well, they're gonna have
to have Vinnie's body on ice.

They gotta keep it cold someplace
and some place private, too.

Yeah, that's right.

That's right. Rockford's right.
Yeah, they probably got him

in the house in the
basement, right?

Then keep puttin' ice on him, like
a beer cooler. That's how we'd do it.

Yeah, I know.

Do you think another possibility
might be a large freezer?

I say the thing is Mickey
and I hit the streets,

check out our contacts, right?

See if we can get a line
on a Martine meat company

or freezer house like...

To what possible end?

'Cause it's better than sitting
around talking, that's why.

Yeah, right.

Well, yeah, yeah, that's not a
bad notion, not a bad notion at all.

Uh, we'll stay here
and watch the phone.

You guys hit the bricks, okay?

We'll be talking to
you, Mr. Lombard.

Look, if there's a chance in
hell, we'll come through for you.

They mean well.

Just a little limited, you know?

Who are they, anyway?

Well, to be perfectly
honest with you, it beats me.

Just a couple of
guys from Newark.

Huh.

Well, I don't know how much
I'm gonna be able to help you

on this thing, Mr. Lombard.

I mean, it's not my turf.

I would like to give you
the benefit of any experience

that I might've had
in this kind of thing.

Like what?

Well, first of all, and it's
gotta be your decision,

but you should be thinking
about contacting the FBI.

And the stall is important.

It buys you time to make
some of the big decisions.

So when Martine
calls, you tell him

that you haven't been able to get
in touch with Cardinal Finnerty yet.

But you're trying. You're
trying very, very hard, huh?

Yeah?

What, are you still
there, Rockford?

Look, I don't talk to you.
Let me talk to the man.

You're a real dim bulb,
you know that, pal?

He's trying to grab some
sleep. You're tying up the phone.

All right, all right, all right.
Look, give him this message.

We got a line on this restaurant

that Tony Martine's godson owns.

It's called Bally's
Clam House, right?

So we go down there and all of a
sudden it's closed for renovations.

Then who do we see goin'
in the back? Al Constantine.

So we figure they got the
stiff here in the freezer, right?

Or else why is Al
Constantine here?

Maybe he's guarding it.

Yeah, but you
don't know for sure.

Will you let me finish? Okay.

So we go up there,
right? And we listen,

and we only hear one other
voice besides Constantine.

So, the thing is, we got a plan.

We'll lure these two walyos
outside and we deck 'em,

then we take off
with the casket.

Mickey went to get his
old man's piano dolly.

What?

Look, they got
Renee Lombard, right?

Well, we got Vinnie
Martine, so we deal.

They give us Renee,
or they got nothin' to bury

except Vinnie's bathmat.

Wait a minute. Are you crazy?

I gotta go. I see Mickey.

I heard the tail end of
that on the bedroom phone.

They could ruin everything
and get themselves killed doing it.

Bally's Clam House, do
you know where that is?

Yeah.

You'll have to direct me.

And, uh, we're gonna
have to call the police.

We don't have any
other choice now.

John? What are you
doin'? Was it a cat?

Stay here. I'm going
home for a minute.

What?

Wait a minute, wait a
minute. I can't hear you.

John?

Ready? Heave.

Straighten up slowly.

Abby, go get Al.

I don't care what's wrong
with him. Get him on his feet.

Tell him to bring
the car around.

Step back from my cousin.

Al, Tony needs you.

I'm gonna take you
guys out to the meadows

where I am personally
gonna blow you away!

Tony, they're both down!

Come out of there!

Hey, you!

Get him off!

Hey, scungille, over here.

Over here, you big jerk.

Come on.

Freeze! Everybody. You.

Get out of there.
Get over there.

You, too, get... Get...

Hey, man, you're
making a mistake.

You're gonna be
embarrassed. We work here.

We're salad chefs.

Shut up.

There's Tony Martine.

Mr. Lombard? There's a young
woman back in the restaurant.

I believe it's your daughter.

What are you worried about? At least
Mr. Lombard saw to it that you got paid.

Us, he gets out
of jail, and nothing.

Of course, you never know, you
know, with these guys like Mr. Lombard.

They don't operate
like other people.

I wouldn't be surprised if, in a
week or so, we didn't get a call

to come on down
to Zimmer Cadillac

'cause there's two
Sevilles waitin' for us.

That's how these
guys operate, Mick.

Yeah, well, at least Renee
Lombard invited me up to Stockbridge.

I'm a guest at this
dance-prom thing they're doing.

Then we're goin' up to the
Springsteen concert in Boston.

If you ain't in a coma by then.

Did you ever see that kind
of dancing on educational TV?

No, Mick, I saw right away
how it is with a snobby chick

like this Renee Lombard.

Take presents. You want to buy
her something for her birthday, right?

Start talking at $200.

You notice her feet? Those toes
don't know from American shoes.

It all comes from
Italy, Mick. Italy.

Remember them guys who
used to paint chapel ceilings?

They now make shoes.
And they don't work cheap.

Hey, Rockford, listen. About your
luggage and watch that was stolen.

Maybe Eugene and me, we can
do something. Talk to some people.

And maybe you'll get it
parcel post at your doorstep.

Wow.

We ain't saying, "Count on it."

We're saying it could happen.

Yeah, anything can happen.

Absolutely, that's how
guys like us operate.