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I like having you around.

I like being around.

Keep to the shadows.

I know all those
back stairway moves.

Do you know who
she reminds me of?

The girl that
married dear old dad.

Men's pajamas. Great!

June Allyson always looked
cute as a button in them.

ROCKFORD ON ANSWERING
MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jim, this is Janelle. I'm flying
tonight, so I can't make our date.

And I gotta find a safe place
for Daffy. He loves you, Jim.

It's only two days, and you'll
see, Great Danes are no problem.

I mean, just stop
taking it so big.

She is just another princess.

Princess?

Don't even think it, Angel.

Well, for over a week now, Kendall
has felt that she's being watched.

I think someone's
trying to kill her.

Kendall!

Here are some scenes from Part 1

of "Lions, Tigers,
Monkeys and Dogs."

A man threw himself overboard.

Well, what's been going on?

Shelby told me I've been
missing all the excitement.

Don't you say a
word to him, Blake.

If any of this appears in that
paper of his, I'll know the source.

I keep forgetting.

No room for the First Amendment
in the Royal House of Rachevsky.

Mr. Fairfield's misconception
of First Amendment rights

is going to put him
out of business.

Maybe a couple of dozen
costume rental places in town.

I'll check 'em out.

I might be able to help
you cut a few corners.

Oh, yeah?

There were two friars
at the party last night.

Blake was furious. I'm furious.

It puts me in an
untenable position.

I don't know from two friars. I
rented one monk's robe. One.

"Richard Soderling of Pacoima."

Doesn't mean a
thing. I don't know him.

Well, at least we know
he's friar number two.

Keep back! I'm warning you!

Hey, watch out! No! Shut up!

That rope's not
tied! I said shut up!

You mean that he just...

Yeah, that's exactly
what I mean. He just...

Yeah, Princess
Rachevsky, please.

Someone I know
may want to kill me,

and the only lead we have
is in the county refrigerator.

What are we suppose to do now?

Now, we keep a
close eye on the obits.

A simple man. A
tavern keeper, if you like.

Now, there are some who might
criticize his means of employment.

But I, my dear friends,
am not among them.

Richard Soderling provided a
small corner of comfort and light

to many lonely souls, who would
gather with him of an evening

and leave refreshed,
replenished, if you will.

How many times has it been said

that you can always count
on Richard for a laugh?

Let us remember him that way.

Will you join with me now
in a moment of silent prayer

for the repose of the
soul of our brother?

See anybody you recognize?

No.

Not a very big turnout.

I hate this.

Yeah. Me, too.

Look at those
flowers. The flowers.

What's wrong with
them? There's too many.

Looks like a gangster's funeral.

"So long, pal"?

Now, what was that name again?

I think we ought to talk
to the manager, George.

I am the manager.

And I don't know anybody
named Hammersmith.

Helen Hammersmith?
She called you from London.

Not me she didn't.

Juliano's Flowers. That's
the name she gave me.

Why would she say she
called you if she hadn't?

I think I know my
sister better than that.

Don't get yourself upset, Alice.

Well, how can I not be upset
after all I've been through?

And your delivery person
was extremely rude.

There was no order
from Hammersmith.

We saw them. We
spotted them right off.

A wreath of gardenias.

Helen always sends
a wreath of gardenias.

You might say
it's her signature.

There hasn't been
a funeral since '62.

Do you remember that trip
she took to Maui, George?

There hasn't been a funeral
since then without those flowers.

It's a very distinctive
arrangement.

The point being, that wreath was
supposed to go to Cousin Bob...

And someone named Soderling
got it. Wasn't that his name, George?

Richard Soderling.

Helen's flowers went
to a total stranger.

Well, I handled the
order for Soderling.

Here it is, Richard Soderling.

"Little Chapel of the
Sunrise, Pacoima.

"Gardenia wreath." And there's
nothing about Hammersmith.

Well, I can't believe
that. Let me see that.

Oh, yeah. "Paid for
by Tommy Manette."

Hey, what are you doing?

There was a mess-up in the
order. I got it straightened out.

Our orders are
confidential. Our clients are

confidential. What's
the matter with you?

Actually, he's
been very helpful.

Can you imagine?
An identical wreath.

Helen's going to be furious.

Oh, yes. Thank
you very much, son.

You told them Mr. Manette
ordered those flowers?

It was...

It was stupid. That's
what it was, stupid.

Well, it was fun, George,
but not much help.

I don't know anyone
named Tommy Manette.

This thing is taking
some weird turns.

No wonder it looked like a gangster's
funeral. That's exactly what it was.

Did I miss something?

Tommy Manette.
He's local talent.

He's very well connected.

Are you talking about
organized crime?

Yeah, the Family. What a
mess. How did he end up in this?

How did I?

Manette has something to do
with one of the garment unions.

The IGCU, something like that.

He's also quite a player.

The movie premieres, the disco
openings, all the best restaurants...

You might have met
him. Oh, I don't think so.

I haven't met that many
monkeys. I'd remember.

Monkeys?

That's not my terminology.

That's one of
Henri's expressions.

You remember
Henri of Chez Tayir?

A memorable encounter.

Henri divides his
clientele into categories,

lions, tigers, monkeys and dogs.

And you are a lion, of course.

Only by association.
Rene's a lion.

Most royalty, some presidents.

You mean making president
doesn't automatically qualify you?

Oh, no. Jack Kennedy was
a lion. Truman was a tiger.

Oh, was he ever.

And rock stars,
actors, sports figures,

people who tend to amuse by
their presence, they're monkeys.

Well, Manette's
not that amusing.

But he's not a dog. Dogs are...

I know who the dogs are.

What are you going
to do about Manette?

I'm going to try to avoid him.

Well, let's see what
we got in here now.

Uh-huh, that's fried chicken.

Over here we got...

Well, this is some sort
of a vegetable salad.

You got enough
here to feed an army.

Yeah. Help yourself.

Look, if you don't want me
staying for dinner, well, just say so.

I just said help yourself.

Yeah, but it's the
way you said it.

I know I've been
eating over a lot lately.

Dad, my refrigerator
is your refrigerator.

You know I like having
you around. Come on.

You want a piece of chicken?

Yeah, why not. I'm not doing
myself any good with this list.

What is that list?

It's the inner circle.

Someone who knows Kendall and
might have a reason for killing her.

If you ask me, I can't see
no one having a reason

to kill a nice
girl like Kendall.

Look at the names I've
got to deal with here.

Beany, a.k.a. Otis Benwith.

I never heard of
him. What's he do?

He's a walker.

The beautiful people can't go
around unescorted, you know.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we used
to call them lounge lizards.

Sort of like a
gigolo, I suppose.

No, no, no. A walker.

You know, a presentable escort
with all the right credentials.

Doesn't make much of a suspect.

And there's Blake Sternlight.

I think he's too busy
trying to be Perle Mesta

to have anything
to do with this.

There's Freddie Danzig.

Freddie Danzig? Who is he?

He's Princess Irene's
current romance.

Now, he's a viable candidate.

The Princess and
Kendall are very close.

He might somehow feel
threatened by their relationship,

and he gets around
too, you know.

He could have met Tommy Manette.

Ah, but then there's the flower
shop. Freddie owns a flower shop.

So, why would Manette order
the wreath from Juliano's?

Oh, I wouldn't know. I don't
know none of them people.

Except Kendall and the Princess.

Oh, yeah. And then there's
the Princess, you know.

What am I going
to tell her, Dad?

I've been working for
her and taking her money.

I'm sure not doing
a very good job.

Well, you been doing
the very best you could.

Spoken like a relative.

Hello? MAN: Mr. Rockford?

Yup. Tommy Manette.

We've never met, right?

Right.

Ah, that's what I thought. That's
what's got me a little confused.

We don't know each other,

and I hear that you're talking a
big interest in my personal affairs.

Oh! I don't know where
you'd hear a thing like that.

A reliable source.

So, I thought the two of us ought to
sit down, you know, together. Talk it out.

Well, I don't think there's
anything to talk about.

Look, this is
cards-on-the-table, pal.

I could have sent a couple of guys
down to your place, had you picked up.

I'm trying to do it nice.

Yeah.

I got some business downtown.

Meet me in 45 minutes.

Triborough Manufacturing.
Sixth and DeSoto.

Well, couldn't we make
it more neutral ground?

For what? It's just you and
me and a quick conversation.

Forty-five minutes.

There shouldn't be any trouble.
Manette said he just wanted to talk.

With scum like Manette, who knows.
You've done the right thing calling me.

Well, I couldn't see myself
walking in there alone.

Are you limping?

No.

Well, I got to
tell you, Charlie,

I gave it a lot of thought
before I picked up that phone.

I mean, the last time... How
long were you in the hospital?

Four months. But
it wasn't your fault.

Look, you got me
a job and I blew it.

Four months?

If a guy don't know
how to cover himself,

he don't belong
in this business.

Look, I consider this a
real vote of confidence.

I can handle it, Jim.

Manette makes one move on
you, and I'm all over him. Okay?

Okay. Okay, Charlie.

Yeah, Helen? Manette. Any calls?

Okay. Call back Takeuchi and
tell him I'm gonna have to cancel.

Yeah, we'll set something
up for later on in the week.

Yeah, okay, babe.
I'm on "555-3412."

You got it? Okay.

Mr. Rockford?

What can I say? Already
you're a disappointment.

I thought we had an agreement.

Just the two of us
to talk things over.

What's the matter? Are
you the nervous type?

Jumpy as a cat.

Come on down here.

What I had in mind
was a private meeting.

Oh, him? He's big, but he's
quiet. He won't get in the way.

This one we don't negotiate.

You mind if I see
if he's all right?

I mind.

I changed my mind. We
don't talk. I talk, you listen.

I send a bunch of
flowers to an old pal,

this concerns nobody but
me and him. You got that?

Yeah, I got it.

Now, I don't like people
poking into my private business.

A lot of questions,
speculation...

When I hear something
like this going down, I stop it.

I think it's the best
that way. I stop it dead.

Look, Mr. Manette... Shut up.

This ends here. Now.

If I hear different,

we'll deal you out on a
more permanent basis.

Charlie!

Charlie! Charlie!

Yeah. Yeah, I got you covered.

Well, got it all typed up.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

You really consider a sewing
machine a deadly weapon?

Well, Charlie Martell's
at Saint Stephen's

getting his skull
put back together.

Whatever they hit
him in the head with

seemed like a pretty
deadly weapon, yes.

And Jim said they had guns.

Oh, yeah. He
said that, didn't he?

Lieutenant, we got
Tommy Manette outside.

Well, bring him inside.
We've been waiting for him.

Yes, sir.

If she recognizes Manette,

or if she can link him to
any other friend or associate,

you've got a conspiracy
to commit murder charge.

We've already linked
him to Richard Soderling.

Let's take this one
step at a time, okay?

Okay.

Come in, gentlemen.

So?

I just have a few
questions to ask you.

Mr. Manette has
nothing to say at this time.

- Lieutenant, I was...
- Mr. Manette, please.

Look, but I want to...

Sir, it would be better if you
allowed me to do all the talking.

Okay. Could you ask
him if I can use the phone?

What for? You got
your attorney with you.

You haul me down here in the middle
of the night, I can't make a phone call?

All right. Go ahead.
But make it quick.

So she doesn't recognize him.

Now there goes
your conspiracy beef.

You never saw him before?

Never.

Hello, Helen? Yeah, it's me.

I'm on "555-6000.

"Extension 1633."

Yeah, okay, babe.

So?

All right, Mr. Manette.
Now, Mr. Rockford has made

some very serious
charges against you.

He claims that he and a
companion, Charles Martell,

were physically attacked by
you and men in your employ.

Now this alleged assault
took place earlier this evening

on the premises of the
Triborough Manufacturing Company.

Now we'd like to hear your
side of it, please, Mr. Manette.

What side?

Mr. Manette has no
comment to make at this time.

Except, of course, to deny
these allegations unequivocally.

Where, incidentally,
is this Mr. Martell?

Is Mr. Rockford the only one
who wishes to press charges?

Mr. Martell couldn't make
it. He's trying to stay alive.

Then, essentially, what we
have here is the word of one man

against the word of another.

I think you might have saved
us a trip down here, Lieutenant.

Ah, just hold the phone.
I'm pressing charges.

Look, I wasn't anywheres
near the Triborough.

I got six guys who'll put me
clear on the other side of town.

It's my poker night.

I suppose you don't know
anything about this, huh?

Faulty workmanship? I do a little
work for one of the garment unions.

Everyone takes me
for a clothes maven.

Lieutenant, if there
isn't anything else...

Excuse me. Lieutenant Chapman.

Yeah. Manette, it's for you.

He's not going to
let him go, is he?

Hello? Yeah.

Without Charlie to back
me up, he probably will.

Yeah, keep it simple.

Oh, Captain.

Oh, Miss Warren.
Nice to see you.

Everything humming
along all right?

No, it isn't.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

Well, when I can grab a few
minutes, I'll have Doug fill me in on it.

Listen, I can't talk now. They're
just about wrapping it up here.

Yeah, I'll give you a
blast when I hit the lobby.

Okay, will that do it?

Yeah, yeah, for the time being.

Lieutenant, the
man made a mistake.

A big mistake.

Princess Rachevsky has taken
a personal interest in this case,

you may remember.

When she hears how
you've mishandled it...

Now, there is such a thing
as procedure, you know,

and it's not as though
I'm going to drop this.

I mean, when I talk to Charlie
Martell and I get his statement...

Charlie's in a coma.

What?

Ah, it was some dumb thing. I sent
some flowers to Soderling's funeral.

He was a good friend,

so I sent some flowers and this
guy Rockford finds out about it.

Yeah, well, he gets hysterical and
has the cops drag me down here.

Nothing!

Hey, are you listening
to me or what?

You think I've been upstairs
blabbing my guts out?

Grow up, huh?

I know who I'm talking to.

But I don't like to be treated like some
punk who don't know what he's doing.

You're clean and
I'll keep it that way.

We'd better go back to
the trailer so you can pack

and I can make some phone calls.

Where am I going?

Amsterdam, Hawaii, I don't know.

Well, you have
to get out of town.

Because of Manette?

Can you think of
a better reason?

Well, I think it'll take a
little handling, but I'm sure...

Please, let me help, Jim. I'm
the reason you're on his list.

Amsterdam would be perfect.
The Van Cotts are there.

You'll like them. They'll
be happy to put you up.

They can always use
an extra man for dinner.

All right, that takes care
of the food and the shelter,

now what about plane fare, huh?

Do you have a friend
at one of the airlines?

They're only good for
reservations or the VIP lounge.

We always use a courier
service for our tickets.

First class, round trip.

All you have to do
is deliver an envelope

or occasionally a small package.

And what's in the package?

Nothing illegal. It's a
legitimate business.

Mmm-hmm, sometimes.

You really don't
need money, do you?

I almost wish I could
take you up on it.

But, Jim, you have to go.

Well, I don't think
Charlie would understand.

You know, I really
feel rotten about that.

Every time I give Charlie a
job, he ends up in a hospital.

And what about you? You
know, you're still not out of this.

And I kind of like
having you around.

You know, it's not a bad idea
having Manette on the loose.

I think I'll stick to him.

Do you mind going back up
to the station and calling a cab?

You can't afford it.
Besides, I like being around.

Kendall, please...

You're going to lose him.

What do we do now? We wait.

For what?

Oh, to see if Manette
goes out again,

or if someone shows up we might
recognize. It's called surveillance.

You do a lot of
this in your work?

Oh, yeah. Surveillance, looking
through old newspaper clippings,

the Hall of Records, making
sure my trench coat's cleaned.

Sounds exciting.

What do you do with your time?

Well, you don't think I'm
going to lay it all out there

for your disapproval?

Such a look of surprise.

Who me? Disapprove?

I don't disapprove.
Of course you do.

You have us neatly categorized.

We're superficial, vain, foolish,
with no genuine emotions,

incapable of real friendship...

I don't think any
of those things.

You don't belong
with that bunch.

You think I just
stumbled in off the street

and couldn't find
my way out again?

Something like that, yeah.

I like it, Jim.

I don't think that's
what you want to hear,

but I like being waved to the
best table in the restaurant.

Good food, good clothes...

Mmm. Good tailoring. Uh-huh.

You might like it yourself
if you gave it a chance.

Yeah, I might.

I want to go up there and get a
closer look, see what's going on.

Kendall, Kendall...

Then you're going to come
back and tell me all about it?

It's just going to
be a quick look.

You're not going
to miss anything.

But I want to watch you work.

It's like watching a
man shave, intimate.

I'll leave here loaded with
insight into your character.

Mmm-hmm.

All right, keep to the shadows.

I know all those
back stairway moves.

That guy's always
talking on the phone.

Lieutenant, they're
in the squad room.

Sure they are.

I see you're being
well taken care of

by our social director,
Lieutenant Becker.

Oh, they had a tough night. I didn't
think a cup of coffee seemed out of order.

They've had a tough night?

I've just spent the past
two hours with the coroner.

Which is, let me assure you,
a pretty depressing place to be.

What about my tough night?

Who cares?

Uh, black with two
sugars, right, Doug?

I don't want any coffee.

He doesn't want us
to have any, either.

Lieutenant, before you two
take this behind the barn,

could you tell us what
the coroner had to say?

Manette was poisoned.

Oh, no kidding. Who
would have guessed?

Uh, refill, Jim?

What'd they use?

That information is
confidential at the moment.

Suffice it to say...

"Suffice it to say"?

Suffice it to say,
it was a chemical

used in silver plating jewelry.

One that can be purchased in any
chemical plant. No signature required.

Watch this expression.

This is where Chapman puts two and
two together and comes up with bubkes.

Jim... Stay out of this, Becker.

What's the matter with you two?

Stay out of this, Kendall.

Now, you stop trying to beef me with
everything that comes across your desk.

I came in here to report a
crime. I didn't commit one.

That's under investigation.

Wait a minute. You two obviously have
a relationship that's fraught with emotion.

At any other time, I
might find it fascinating.

But tonight, I saw a man die,

and that's what I want
to hear about now.

That information
is confidential.

Thank you. At least that's
direct. I can deal with it.

I'll tell the Princess.

She'll probably
tell the Governor.

Then Cocky Locky'll tell Ducky
Lucky, and the sky will fall in.

The poison used
was vanadium dioxin,

introduced into a bottle
of Châteauneuf-du-Pape.

That's going first class.

You know something?

You're not always gonna
have a princess in your pocket.

What's the matter with you?

You're asking for trouble
smarting off like that.

It satisfies some primal need.

Friendly tip?

You better keep a
low profile, very low.

Chapman's going
to be waiting for you.

For one thing, you're
turning up too many stiffs.

Mr. Rockford, I realize you're
doing what you can in this affair,

but Richard Soderling, Tommy
Manette, these names are meaningless.

What can they possibly
have to do with Kendall?

Well, the key is Manette.

Who do you know who might
conceivably have known him?

Nobody.

Well, nobody in organized crime,

but how about the
garment business?

You mean cloak and suiters?

Yeah, or anyone connected
with it or with clothes.

I know dozens of people
in the fashion world.

Designers, models,
photographers,

people from Vogue, Bazaar,
Women's Wear Daily...

That's it!

Women's Wear Daily?

No, Fashion Forecast.

Isn't that the newspaper
that Gus Fairfield publishes?

Gus? Jim, he isn't a candidate.

His quarrel's with
me, not with Kendall.

And he's a character
assassin, but he's not a killer.

What would be the motive?

Forget about the motive for now.

Let's just say that Fairfield
wanted to eliminate Kendall, huh?

He wouldn't know how.

Oh, all right, all
right. But let's say that

he knew someone in the
garment business, Tommy Manette.

Manette would know
someone who would know how.

Richard Soderling.

You remember the telephone call

that Manette took
at the police station?

That could have been Fairfield
calling to see if he'd talked.

You mean Gus killed
him so that he couldn't?

Have you told the police?

It's only speculation
at this point.

Well, if you're right about Gus,

then as long as
he's free, Kendall's...

The proverbial sitting duck.

No. We're going
to hire bodyguards.

As many as you
think are necessary.

I want around the
clock protection.

Rene...

I won't listen to any
arguments, Kendall.

She can't go back to the hotel.
Gus knows where she's staying.

Well, my Dad has a spare
room. I'll stash her there.

Or she could stay
here. You both could.

Does "she" have
anything to say about it?

No. We're going to Rocky's.

Must be nice to
have a home base.

I'm always having
to jettison things.

There's something
cozy about junk.

Oh, have I got a garage for you.

You know,

I'm wondering what
set Fairfield in motion.

The libel suit that the
Princess has, is that solid?

And he knows it. He never liked
Rene. She wouldn't cater to him.

She didn't care who was in or
out according to the Forecast.

If he hadn't had such
a personal dislike,

he would have been more
scrupulous in checking into his facts.

It'll cost him about 35 million.

Why isn't he trying to kill her?

I don't know.

Well let's let it rest
for tonight, huh?

I picked out one of Rocky's
best pair of pajamas for you.

Men's pajamas. Great!

June Allyson always looked
cute as a button in them.

You? Who else?

I like it here. This
was a good idea, Jim.

Reminds me of graham crackers.

Well, that's Rocky, all right.

Milk and cookies and a pat on the head,
and everything's going to be just fine.

Is it, Jim?

Yeah, it's going
to be just fine.

Well, everything's
spick and span, and I...

Why don't I make us
some hot chocolate?

Or better, some warm milk.
That really makes a person sleep.

I don't think I'll need any
help in that department.

Well, if you do,
you just holler.

Thanks, Rocky. Good night.

Good night.

That's a mighty nice lady, Jim.

Yeah, she's nice.

She's an awful nice lady, Jim.

Real nice, Rocky. Yeah.

You know who she reminds me of?

Not that they look anything alike,
and they ain't even the same style.

It's sort of a quality they got.

You know who she reminds me of?

The girl that
married dear old dad.

You seen it, too, huh, sonny?

No, and neither did you. You're
about as subtle as an avalanche.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm talking about the same
thing you're talking about.

The good old shoes
and rice routine.

You know, if I'd listened to you, I'd
have been married about 18 times.

Well, once would have
been enough for me.

When I'm ready,
Rocky, not when you are.

What's going on here?
Call the cops, Dad.

Yeah, I will.

You all right? You
sure? Mmm. Mmm.

Why, Gus?

I didn't want to.

Believe me, Kendall.
I didn't want to.

I said it was crazy.
She wouldn't listen.

You know Irene
was going to ruin me.

She said if I killed
you, she'd drop the suit.

Look. Look, Dennis...

Lieutenant Becker.

Who reads all the
fine print, anyway?

There's laws on the books
even you guys don't know about.

What makes me special?

How come I gotta know
all the crummy statutes?

I say we call it a
misunderstanding.

And I say we throw
the book at you.

Some friend.

That's another thing.

Having them drag me out of
bed in the middle of the night,

telling the guy at the booking
desk what good buddies we are,

that's a false, irresponsible
and inflammatory statement.

What is it?

They said you wanted
to see me, Dennis?

Did you call me in
here because of him?

I'm right in the middle
of a murder investigation.

And I'm right in the
middle of my night off.

Your friend, Mr. Martin, here, thought
that you might be able to shed some light

on how he happens to be housing eight
Shetland ponies in a residential garage.

Jimmy, they got everybody including
the Humane Society on my case.

It's a three-car garage. There's
plenty of room. I even left a light on.

I don't have time
for this, Angel.

Kendall was
almost killed tonight.

Princess Rachevsky's on
her way down to the station...

You haven't got time for this?

It's 'cause of you and your
Princess I got into this place.

No, no, Angel. You got
yourself into it. You always do.

That's it? That's your
statement on my behalf?

That's it.

Look, look,
Dennis... Lieutenant...

This is Robbery-Homicide.
Let's move it down to Bunco.

Bunco, why? Because I'm
unfamiliar with your zoning laws?

Because besides
finding the eight ponies,

we found a forged
British passport,

and a letter of recommendation
from Queen Elizabeth.

Let's go, Duke.

Oh!

I'm sorry, Rene. I told
them to wait until morning.

Well, don't worry about that.
What matters is that you're all right.

Your Highness, I'm sorry
for the inconvenience.

But we'll just take
your statement.

There's no need for any personal
confrontation with Mr. Fairfield.

On the contrary, there's
nothing that I would like more.

Well, whatever you
say. Right this way.

Thank you.

They could have waited.

Until the Princess
got her eight hours?

You've denied it, of course.

Denied what?

Please. I'd like to hear
it in your own words.

What is the accusation?

You told me to kill Kendall.

I see.

Why?

I don't know. You didn't say.

A whim, perhaps?

You told me to kill her. You
threatened to ruin me if I didn't.

Lieutenant, earlier tonight, the
Princess hired bodyguards for me

for additional protection.

She also told me
where to find you tonight.

How did you think
I managed that?

You followed us from the hotel.

Isn't that what you said, Jim?

Yeah. I said it was
a possibility, yeah.

She was afraid he was
going to make another attempt.

Afraid?

She was calling the shots.

Are you going to let him
talk about her like that?

This is Princess
Rachevsky. I'm aware of that.

It's all right, Freddie.

I won't detain you, Gus. I know
there are many things yet to be done.

Like assigning you a
number and that sort of thing.

You had it planned this way
from the beginning, didn't you?

Whether I killed her
or not, if I got caught,

you had what you wanted.

You know, with speculations like that,
you won't have the slightest difficulty

in entering a plea of
diminished capacity.

It's that damn lawsuit.

If I hadn't filed charges against him,
none of this would have happened.

Don't, Rene. Leave the
blame where it belongs.

He started it with his
smear campaign against you.

I suppose. But it's been
such a nightmare for you.

Well, it's over.
You've got your car?

Mmm. Freddie's.

Call me in the morning.

I will.

Good night.

Kendall.

Well, he talks.

I thought you got it all out of your
system when you ran to Chapman

repeating all that garbage
Gus was spewing out.

Yeah, that's me,
the town gossip.

All right, you had to tell him.

But you might have
handled it a little differently.

What, wait until morning?

There's something that
hasn't occurred to you, Kendall.

Fairfield could
be telling the truth.

You're not serious.

Does Irene have any
reason for wanting you dead?

She's my best friend.

Friends kill friends,
husbands kill wives,

lovers kill lovers. It
happens all the time.

Good night, Jim.

Walking away from me
doesn't change anything.

It changes the atmosphere.

Would you at least
consider the possibility?

No. Rene's been
my friend since...

Well, for a long time.

You've seen what she
did for me. She hired you.

Now because Gus
is smearing her again,

you want me to start
playing his game.

Pass.

It's over, Jim, so
thanks for everything

and adiós.

Adiós.

Irene, come on, let's
go back to the hotel.

This Middle America
stuff gives me the creeps.

I think I know where I am.

Turn right at the next corner.

TD, TD, TD, TD, TD...

Irene, Irene.

Okay, we've seen it. Why, I
don't know, but we've seen it.

Simi Valley High.

Irene, can we go home?

Please? I've got the
Steinmetz party tomorrow.

Tulips, inside and out.

Do you love me, Freddie?

Sure.

I mean, of course I love you.

Alex always handled
everything so well

'cause he was
trained to as a child.

As an infant, really.

In royal households, they
always had imperatives.

I could always rely on Alex.

He never disappointed me.

But now that he's gone...

You have me, Irene.

Have I?

Alex would do anything for me.

Look, Irene...

Kill her, Freddie.

Come on...

I'm a florist.

Alex would have killed her.

Is it because you
don't love me enough?

We just left the police station.

Fairfield's making accusations.

You can't be serious.

Do you know how
much money I have?

Well, you've thought about it.

Money can buy freedom,
it can buy innocence.

It can buy anything you want.

Don't tell me it's not
going to buy me this.

Hello? IRENE: Kendall?

Rene, what's the matter?

I'm out here and it's dark.

Where? Where's Freddie?

I don't know.

Kendall, what almost
happened to you tonight,

it's all my fault.

It wasn't, Rene. I thought
we had that settled.

It was, Kendall. You don't know.

Rene, where are you?

You remember the homecoming
game against Marshall High?

This is where we started
making our plans, isn't it?

You're at the stadium?
You're at Simi Valley?

It was half-time, and you
turned to me and you said,

"You know something,
Rene, I hate football."

Well, I wanted to
see the place again,

but it's so dark.

I didn't know it
would be so dark.

Rene, stay there. Do you
understand? Stay right where you are.

I'm on my way.

Rene.

Rene? Where are you?

I'm up here.

Come on down, Rene. It's
all right. I'll take you home.

So solicitous.

I'm not drunk, you know.

I didn't say you were.

Well, implied in
your tone of voice.

Rene, please come down.
Let me take you home.

What a horrible place this is.

I never belonged here. Never.

That's why we got out, Rene.

But you never let me get out.

Not all the way.

Always reminding me.

Always threatening to tell.

That isn't true, Rene. I never
threatened to tell anyone.

Indirectly.

Well, I won't have it, Kendall.

I won't live with that
threat any longer.

Any longer!

Don't do it, Freddie.

Don't!

Don't do it, Freddie.

Put the gun down to your side.

Do it!

You see, it wasn't over.

I knew you'd
destroy me, Kendall.

I knew it from the start.

Rene...

I am not Irene Pinchuk
from Simi Valley.

I won't have them
all laughing at me.

I am a princess.

Push 'em back, push
'em back, way back.

I'm a princess. Push 'em
back, push 'em back, way back.

Push 'em back, push
'em back, way back.

Yes, yes, yes.

I am...

I am...

I...

You're sure you
haven't seen it, Dad?

It was a gold pen with
kind of a bamboo design.

What is this anyway?

Every time you lose
something, you come over here

and you tear my
poor house apart.

What do you think I
am? The lost and found?

Kendall was sure she had it with
her when she was here the other night.

It means a lot to her. It was a
gift from Irene about 15 years ago.

Well, if I were her, I wouldn't
want no reminders on that score.

Well, Irene was a big
part of her life, you know.

They started out together in Simi
Valley and ended up in the Côte d'Azur.

Those memories you
don't dismiss just because...

Just because someone
tries to kill you?

I've got to tell you
something, sonny,

that would leave me
feeling less than friendly.

A princess? Doggone, I just can't
understand a princess acting like that.

Well, Irene hated her
past. She tried to kill it.

Will you keep
looking for that pen?

I promised Kendall I'd
take her over to the hospital

and see if she could see Irene.

Well, good, you
stick close to her.

That girl could use
a little cheering up.

Uh, later, maybe we
could go to dinner.

You know, just family?

You never give up, do you, Dad?

Kendall?

She wouldn't see me.

Oh, well, maybe if you
just give it a little time, huh?

No.

I talked to my friend
from the courier service.

He can get me on a plane
to Paris this Saturday.

It's nice there
this time of year.

Yeah, so is California.
You might like it yourself

if you just give it a chance.

Yes. I just might.

Hey! Hey, kids, don't
wander off too far.

I got the fixings for a good
batch of flapjacks here.

I'm gonna start 'em sizzling
as soon as I park my rig.

We're gonna have a
good supper like I told Jim.

Nothing fancy, strictly family.