All language subtitles for The Rockford Files - 00x06 - Godfather Knows Best

(ANGEL WHISTLING)

ANGEL: Jimmy?

(LAUGHING) Hey, Jimmy!

Yeah, well, here he is.
What are you doing here?

Buying supplies.
Light bulbs, Johnny Mop.

A drag.
You ain't working?

Ah, I figured I ought to
see Beth Van Sant's
movie, The Brief.

They adapted
it from her novel.

Any good?
Well, The Brief, The Firm.

I wonder when are
these ex-lawyers going to
write a book called The Fee.

Spare change?
No, thanks. I'm fine.

So, uh, The Fee,
that's a joke, huh?

(LAUGHING)

Hey, bud, help me
get a cup of coffee?

I hate
these parasites
on the body politic.

Sure, you're a
fiscal conservative.

No, I go down to
the Queen of Angels
Hospital for treatment

and these people,
they're clogging
up the hallways,

they are
demanding attention.

Hey! Give me
some money, man.

Stinker.

Darla, get away from
my pizza. Watch it,
huh?

I'm sorry. Bye.
Look out, pal.

Jim?

Scotty,
what are you doing here?

It's where I'm at, dude.

You're living
on the street?

Dining alfresco.

(LAUGHING) I knew Al Fresco.
He used to shoot speed with
him in Minneapolis, St. Paul.

Do your parents
know you're here?

Don't know, Jim.
Hey, you got a smoke?

I quit. You don't know?

I don't
see them that often,
to tell you the truth.

I mean, what the hell.
You think they'd care?

Come on, Scotty.

Hey, you...
You got a...

Sir?
Not if the Prize Patrol

just handed me
10 million big ones.

Here.

What happened to
the kayak rentals?

Ah, I got tired of
getting knocked on
my ass

helping some tourist and his
wife get through some heavy
surf.

Damaged a disk in my back.
RadioShack?

Whoa,
they don't want to
see me back there again.

(CHUCKLING)

Scotty,
is there anything
I can do for you?

Yeah,
quit looking down
on me for starters.

Not everybody can march
to your Republican drum.

I don't vote any ticket.

And I
never lectured
you in that way.

Jimmy, who is that?

You think you got problems?

Who is it?

That's Dennis Becker's son.

Get out of here! Hey!

Here. Scoot!

(DRUM BEATING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

ROCKFORD: Peg
told me you were here.
Why are you working security?

I'm doing it for
nine bucks an hour.

Well,
$11, if the show
goes past midnight.

Past midnight?

Sometimes, to be honest,
after a full day at the
division,

I'm literally
asleep on my feet,

that punk rock
pounding in my ear.

But we do this
for our kids,
right?

(DRUM BEAT)
Oh, doors open in
20 minutes. Showtime.

Yeah, who's playing?

New Age group. Girl with
a harp. Celtic whatever.

Actually,
the music is pretty nice.

And last week,
they had this group called
The Hole with Courtney Love.

Imagine that
this was your kid.
Smart girl, though.

You know, one time they had me
bring her up an extension
cord. Right up on stage.

So, in about two months
you'll have Scotty's
debt paid off?

More or less.

Dennis,
how often do
you see him?

Can you imagine Scotty's
business partner saying
that

Scotty raided the assets
of the business and sold
the kayaks up in Carpinteria?

It's hard to imagine.

And all
this psycho's
got for proof

is that Scotty
rented a U-haul the
day of the burglary

and it
was returned
up in Carpinteria.

Sorry, my friend.

I've been a police
officer too long and that's
all circumstantial evidence.

Mmm-hmm.

This here guy was gonna file
charges unless he gets his
full share, so you pay.

Blood money.
I mean, the kid's had
his share of bad luck.

Scotty's not a kid.

I mean,
kayak rentals, Laguna Beach.

Man,
I thought this
was gonna take off.

Well, the thing is,
people go to that
part of Laguna,

you know, they're
going there to eat.

They're dressed.
They're not necessarily
interested in renting kayaks.

(SIGHING) Yeah,
well, I gotta go.

But, Dennis...
What?

(SIGHS)

You
got a piece of
kraut right here.

Okay?

(SIGHS)

(CLEARING THROAT)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Yeah?

You have to promise me you'll
use this to clean up and get
a job.

So there's strings attached
to this Mother Teresa move,
huh?

As it applies to you,

if Mother Teresa
met enough like you,

she'd go out and
buy herself a BMW.

You people love to
demonize us homeless.

"You people?" Hey,
I'm your godfather.

And as far as
being homeless,

yeah, I have
a little problem with
that term in your case.

Maybe it's
because I remember
the 18-foot trailer

your dad co-signed for.

What was that?
The, uh, "Traveling
Jack Kerouac Museum"?

Of course, that was
long before the kayaks.

Come on, Jim,
that wasn't my fault.
That could've been huge.

I just couldn't get
the rights from the
Kerouac estate.

Yeah,
well, some Republicans
might've nailed that down

(ELISABETTA LAUGHING)
Before they bought
the trailer.

Oh, yeah, then
there was the tragedy
with the trailer hitch.

Design flaw, wasn't it?

Lucky, my buddy,
Rick, wasn't killed.
He was asleep back there.

Scotty, your dad
cares about you...

Hey,
Prince Charles!
Prince Charles!

Yuppie scum.

What, are you
sneaking on by, huh?
IAN: Just ignore the man.

Hey,
you remember
me, missus? Huh?

ROCKFORD:
Hey, Scotty.
Scotty, come on!

Keep him on a leash!

What's the matter
with you? You can't
assault people that way.

Not to stay
out of the cooler.

People?
Mr. And Mrs. God.

Think they can run me
with their lousy money.

Well, why not?
I'm trying it myself.

Scotty, look, I want
to give you this $100.

Give you a shot.

And I want to get
you an apartment. In fact,
that's already in the works.

But you
gotta stay employed.
I, uh, got a job lined up.

Nothing great,
entry-level thing,

but you've
gotta promise me
you will stick it out.

Thanks, Jim.

Home sweet homicide.

Well,
it's something you
can realistically carry

until
the prepaid
month runs out.

Prepaid month?

I'm gonna find the
super, get the key.

ANGEL: Yeah?

The key?

I had to get
an extra one
made.

You don't supply two keys?

(CHUCKLING) I don't make
the rules, the owner does.

MAN: Hey, amigo!

ANGEL: The float's on order!

You can buy a toilet
float flush anywhere!

For three days my
kids have been going next
door to relieve themselves.

I'm working on it.

Yeah.
Well, my family's
coming over here.

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

How much for a second key?

Eleven bucks.

Hey, Jimmy, who
cut you a special deal
on that security deposit?

I mean, sure,
I live rent-free, but
I'm a slave to the place.

So, you're Dennis
Becker's kid, huh?

(LAUGHING)
Mr. Holier-Than-Thou.

(LAUGHING)

Well, then, you can
get yourself a used
TV.

Maybe put it
over in the corner.

You know,
a Fillmore
Ballroom poster.

Jim, it's great. It's home.

Let me get in the shower.
It's job orientation day,
huh?

Godfather.

SCOTTY: Restaurant work.

Dad told you about
that crazy semester at that
Ecole de Cuisine in London?

Or you remembered yourself?

Well, now that
you mention it.

I go back before that.

Even when you
were 12 years old,

you had the touch
with the fresh trout.

Those
fishing trips
to June Mountain.

You, me, your dad.

Lose the hat.

Was my dad on those trips or
hot on the trail of the
Hillside Strangler?

Okay, Scott,
you'll be available to
start work tomorrow morning?

Shoot, I'm ready to
start work right now.

Oh, are you?
Yes, sir.

Raimondo!

You two are gonna
be working together.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Okay, Scott, you
don't need me here.

A friend of mine
wants to borrow my truck,
so I'm gonna drop it off.

I'll see you later.

Huh? Oh, okay.

Drop by.
I'll grill some
burgers. Tomorrow.

CRITCH:
Okay, we gotta
clean this thing up.

Take out all the rocks
and chop down and rake
out all the vegetation.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Okay?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

All right.

That channel drain runs
off from the whole canyon.

Dog poop, you name it.

That water's loaded
with E-coli bacteria.

I'm not asking
you to drink it.

I thought
I was gonna work
back in the restaurant.

Look, this is what I've
got that has to be done.

Now, how do you
want to handle it?

E-coli, man.

English, not so much.

El Salvador.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Yeah. You like it here?
Uh...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Yeah.
But, see, the old
American dream is dead.

My grandfather, guys his age,

those were the last guys
who really experienced it.

The middle class?
Fools, man.

They got ripped off.

Oh.
Yeah, oh.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

For me, here is good job.

Well, sure, Ray.
Look at us, dude.
Hydraulic engineers.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

E-coli, man. Watch out.

(LAUGHING)

I liked
The Brief as a book.
You didn't like it?

The movie was a little bit
better paced, I'll say
that for it.

Mmm. Captain, have
you seen The Brief?

Occasionally.
But we don't put
too much stock in it.

I'm gonna go
get another beer.

What's McEnroe doing here?

He overheard
me invite Nomoto and
his wife and I had no choice.

And then Nomoto bails.

(DOOR CLOSING)
Who has more fun than us?

Who's in the house?

Scott. Hi, honey.

Mom, Dad.

Hey, Son, what the hell
are you doing here?
Come here. Hi.

We didn't even
hear you drive up.

Honey, this is
Captain McEnroe.

You've heard
Dad talk about him.

Captain,
this is our
son, Scotty.

Scotty.
Hi.

Come on, sit down and eat,
okay?

I don't want to intrude.

What
are you talking
about, intrude? Eat.

PEGGY: Dessert, anyone?

Oh, yeah. All right.

(PEGGY HUMMING)

(CHUCKLES)

I hate to eat
and run, but,
uh...

Honey, there's dessert.

Uh, there's some
people waiting.

Dad, can we take care
of that situation
we discussed earlier?

Yeah, sure.

SCOTTY: Goodbye.
Bye.

Bye, Mom.

I told you,
my son is not homeless!

Dennis, I'm only
telling you what
I saw.

I don't
care what you say,
my son is not homeless!

Oh, okay, all right,

then he and his friends have
suntans that are the envy of
all of us.

Is that a better way
to put it?

BECKER:
Always ready with
the quip, aren't you?

You've been screaming
at me for half an hour.

Maybe I shouldn't
have said anything.

All right, all right.
Why take it out on Jim?

Whatever's going on,
it's our fault and
not his.

Wait,
just hold on
one minute, okay?

I want you to
go with me, okay?
No, Dennis.

Just come with me, okay?
Dennis.

Just come.
All right, all right.

This
is his room.
Is this a home?

You and
Peg gave him
a beautiful home.

Homeless is a
loaded term,
buddy.

It implies a whole bunch of
stigmatized behaviors, like,
panhandling, psychosis.

He's panhandling?

I'm sorry, Dennis.
Oh, my God.

Look, Peg, I'm sorry.
I really am.

I remember
when I was in the Army.
I mean, when I was a kid,

more than once
I would have to bum
bus fare back to camp.

Dennis, let Jim talk.

Well, he hit me up
for change and Angel.

I gave him 100 bucks,
I found him a room and got
him a job at the Sand Castle.

When was that?

Uh... A week ago.

Critch said after a half
a day, he disappeared,
along with a...

A prime rib dinner
that was waiting
for takeout.

(SIGHS)

You knew that my son
was homeless a week ago
and you didn't tell me?

Well, Dennis,
there was nothing...
Get out! Out!

Dennis.

Well, no, no, no, no,
that's just fine. Fine.

I won't have to be a
victim of his damned
espresso machine.

(ENGINE ROARING)

Buy you a cup of coffee?
No, thank you.

Can you turn off
the engine, please?

(ENGINE ROARING LOUDLY)

I'm sorry about
last night, okay?

Talk about
"kill the messenger."

I was only trying
to help, you know.

Think I enjoyed being the
bearer of that kind of news?

I didn't sleep all night.

Me, neither.

Look, I gotta talk to him.

Peg has been
God-awful all day.

I'd appreciate it if you could
tell me where's the room you
rented him.

3214, Venice Boulevard.
Apartment eight.

Thank you
for everything
that you did for him.

I know that you are his
godfather and everything.

I'll pay you back,
you know that.

Well, I guess
I'll take a ride down
there and see what's what.

(ENGINE ROARING)

Well...

Dennis,
you want some company?

BECKER:
The last time I saw
him, he was unemployed,

but he had a girlfriend,
she had a van,

he was looking for work,
he was headed for Seattle.

Have you ever
been to Seattle?

I know it rains,
but there's jobs.

He was gonna hook up
with the salmon fleet.

Anybody in your family
have a radio?

The salmon industry's
completely depressed.
There's no fish.

Yeah?
That's always been the
poor kid's problem. Timing.

Dennis, he's not a...

Kid.

ROCKFORD:
The ex-business partner,

is that what the money
was for that you gave
him last night?

No, the bass.
You remember, he
had that little group.

The Homicide Dicks.

Yeah, that was his
little tribute to me.

Anyway, he said
he knew a way he could

make a little spare change
as a musician in the interim.

(CHUCKLES) I figured,
what the hell.

Weddings,
bar mitzvahs,
not a bad way to go.

Well, Dennis, uh...
The interim?

Between what and what?

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

Oh, hey, wait, wait.
You're, uh...

You! I remember!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Wait, wait, hold on.
Scott Becker rented
you this apartment?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

How much?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)
$225.

$225?
I paid $200.

Where is
Scott Becker live now?

Mmm...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Angel,
open up! It's not
about maintenance work.

Are you aware the
tenant in eight
has sublet?

I'm not
responsible
for any renter,

nor for the welfare, debts
or obligations of said renter.

Fine.
That's between
you and the landlord.

You
have any idea
where my son is?

What does this mean?
Does this mean that
if I know,

the next time I'm hauled
down to Metro for some
popcorn charge,

I can count on you
to lose the paperwork?

I ought to bust you
right in the chops.

(LAUGHING) Go ahead,
make my IRA account.

Angel, damn it!

Okay, I got a note in there,
but, yeah, it reminds me I
gotta do something.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hey, kids, I told you,
wipe out those chalk marks.

No hopscotch!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Tengo la rod.

I tell you what,
this guy's fantastic.

He's been here two days,
painted the whole place,

ripped up all the
mildewed flooring
under the sink.

Angel, the address?

Here.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(STUTTERS)
The cab driver.

What a guy, man.

Four hours a day,
he does this stuff

and still keeps his
job at the Sand Castle.

Knows how
to do everything.
Plumbing, wiring,

and what he doesn't
know how to do,
he learns.

What does he get
for busting his
hump for you?

A break in the rent?

I'm teaching him English.

When you pass a mirror,
is there a reflection?

Martin,
it's important
that I find my son.

Yeah, Jimmy, I tell you,
that Raimondo is something.

Better than the last
tenant we had in here.

The only thing I saw
him working on was a

40 of Olde English.

It's my address.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Come on.
We'll try his old turf.

SCO TTY: (SINGING) The night
they drove ol' Dixie down

And all the people
were singing

(HUMMING)

Dad?

What the hell
are you doing?

I thought you
joined a group.

You and Jerry again,
playing catered affairs.

Jerry sucks.

All's him and his wife
can harp on is how much I
owe him from seven years ago.

Seven years ago
and he hasn't forgiven
me for the costumes yet.

The money I gave you,
the rent... The costumes?

Dad, look,
this is only temporary.

If I get in the union,

I could even be
scoring TV shows.

A friend of mine from
high school, he's making
$7 million a year.

What, you can't even
play one bar mitzvah,
for crying out loud?

Here we go again.

I'm wrong again.
Sorry, Lieutenant.

Hey, but
you know something?
You know something?

It's better
than panhandling.

It's true, ain't it?

Dad, I couldn't tell you
and Mom that even Seattle
was a bomb-out, you know?

You bastard!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

BECKER: Wait, buddy.

Come on, Scotty.
Come on, knock it off!

Lan, stop! Lan!

SCOTTY: Get off me, Dad!

I called the police!
Please, stop!

I am the police!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(ELISABETTA SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Scum!
Son of a bitch!

Somebody stop him, please!
He'll kill my husband!
Please stop him!

Come on! Come on!

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Come on, back it up here.
Come on.

Get your hands off of me!

Okay, all right, break it up.
Becker, LA.

Arrest him, Lieutenant.
This man tried to kill
me 10 minutes ago!

GENCHER: Okay,
just a minute,
Mr. Levin.

He started it, Dad.
Dad?

Maybe you ought to stand
over here with me, Dennis.

What's up, man?
Street fight, Lieutenant.

Just starting to sort it
all out.

This man assaulted me.

My wife and I were walking
and he began using profanity.

When I protested...

That's not what I saw.

Did I ask?

Lieutenant Becker, LA.

Is this man wanted
in your jurisdiction?

He's my son.

Let me explain, Officer.

Who are you,
Mr. Explainer?
I don't think we need you.

He's
talking about just now.
Damned right I hit him first.

We were in the alley
and he started attacking me
with a bloody traffic cone!

'Cause you were pushing me!

Look at this brute.
Let me show you something.

He hit my husband and then
he ran away like a coward!

(ELISABETTA SPEAKING ITALIAN)

I warned you, Jesse.

His name is Scott.

The lecture you
gave him the last time
obviously meant nothing.

You know my son,
Lieutenant?

Oh, yeah.
Scott and I go back a
long way, don't we, Scott?

And this time, unfortunately,
we're gonna be placing you
under arrest.

Uh, Lieutenant,
may I talk to you
for a minute? Privately?

Sure.

Well, we know
where this is headed.

ELISABETTA: Are
you okay, darling?

IAN: Yes, I'm all right.

Scott,
would you step into
our police car, please?

SCOTTY: Dad?
But, Lieutenant...

Dad?

Some small satisfaction.

Jimbo?

Head down.

(OFFICER CHATTERING ON
POLICE RADIO)

Great. Just great.

Geez, you'd think
the fact that we're
both police officers

would count for something!

You mean the fix would be in?

I resent that.

I think this thing
is still swelling up.

If you can't
be supportive...

I've
been supporting
your son all week.

Boy, I tell you,
being out here certainly
changes the whole perspective.

How many times have
I sat in that office,

looking out here
at some young man's
parents, pale and scared?

Excuse me, but isn't this
the third or fourth time
to the plate

for the same perspective?

What?
The marijuana bust.

Reduced to a misdemeanor.
Possession.

The reckless endangerment,

when the trailer did the
bouncing betty down the
canyon face?

Design flaw in
the trailer hitch.

I think
that design flaw
was called a six pack.

Look, I told you.
And I don't want to
hear this stuff about

how you supported him
all week.

I didn't want to say
anything...
But?

But you allowed him
to live in the premises of
Angel Martin, a known felon.

I don't believe this.

And you're his godfather!

Dad, they're booking me.

Uh, Gene, isn't there
something that we can
do?

Dennis, let me talk
to you for a moment.

BECKER: Yeah, sure.

Have a seat. Listen...

Gencher says the
trouble between Scotty
and Levin goes way back.

Well, they live
near the Promenade?

One of those high-rise
apartments along Ocean
Avenue.

Levin had Scotty
arrested last month.

Said that he was aggressively
panhandling his wife and
then threw something at him.

My God, he's got
a prior on this?

Levin dropped the charges.

Apparently,
unlike the other
property owners over there,

Levin and his wife
are sympathetic to
the homeless.

Gene says that Scotty
keeps dogging them,
hassling them.

You know who she
turns out to be?

Hmm. Yeah.
Elisabetta Fama.

This was
on the newsstand right
where the fight happened.

BECKER:
Cutting edge
fashion designer,

daughter of
Sicilian aristocracy,

her husband
runs the company.

No way, this ain't
gonna make the press.

Oh, Dennis, come on.

Felony assault.

All right,
I tell you what,

why don't
we go down to the
Fama boutique tomorrow?

We'll see
if we can't straighten
this thing out, all right?

You don't have to come.

I've been doing these kind
of investigations for 30
years.

The doctor
who treats himself
has a fool for a patient.

WOMAN: Good afternoon,
House of Fama.

How may I
direct your call?

I'll see if he's available.
One moment.

Has pretty pricy stuff, huh?

WOMAN:
I'm sorry, he's in a
conference right now...

Corey is waiting downstairs.

PUNCH: Gentlemen,
Mr. Levin will see you now.

Thank you, Punch.
PUNCH: No problem.

Sorry we had to
ask you to wait.

We're
in the throes
of introducing

the second season,
fall season of our
youth line, Fama Allora.

Anyway, Mr. Becker,
I admit I feel for you.
I can't say that I don't.

I can say I don't.

What Elisabetta means is...

Don't speak for me.
I hate when you do this.

Can I get either of
you a mineral water?

(CHUCKLES)

Punch, two waters, please.

Yes, sir.

(SIGHS)
Oh, the things
your son said to me.

Oh, you never wash
his mouth out with
soap?

BECKER: Well,
it's American
youth culture.

The parents are
kind of defenseless.

You must understand that the
first time I met up with
your son,

I gave him money.
All the change I had.

IAN:
And, Betts,
another time,

didn't you bring out
a sandwich at his request?

You were going into the
Broadway Deli, as I recall.

Yes. Eggs over
easy with bacon.

They wouldn't allow him
in there, so I paid for it.

But then it
was every day.

Every day with his hand out,
not begging for my money,
demanding it.

And the first time
I ever turned down
his request...

Well, I hope you
understand how difficult
it is for Lieutenant Becker

to hear these things
about his son.

What
are you thinking?
That we are lying?

Well, no, no,
it's just hard.

What are you doing
serving drinks, bella?

Gentlemen, this is one
of our chief designers,
Katinka Von Durow.

I had
to come back
in here, anyway.

Fax. Milano.
Just came in.

(ELISABETTA SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Yes, cotton is okay.

Okay.

That peplum idea of
yours really works,
Kat.

Mr. Rockford,
your connection to
this... Are you the

Becker family attorney?

Friend of the family.

He's my son's godfather.

My son was
raised in the bosom of the
Holy Roman Catholic Church.

He had a dog, he was
a crossing guard, he
was a good boy.

He was
not just some
anonymous freak.

Dennis, Dennis.

Lieutenant,
he is no longer that boy.

He is no longer a boy.
He is a man.

An assaultive, hostile man,
who unfortunately cannot
support himself.

He needs help, your son.
But he's not going to
get it from us.

He's going to jail. Hmm?

(ELISABETTA SPEAKING ITALIAN)

I got a little
Italian blood in me.

I got it from
my mother's side.
There's an old saying...

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Lieutenant, no one
is breaking out the
wine and cheese, eh?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Hostile?
They don't even know him.

Oh, sure he is.

Dennis, Scotty's
had a chip on his
shoulder for years.

What are you doing,
taking their side?

We can't help him
unless we see him
clearly.

Can I get your car?
A bum, a loafer,
a small-time crook.

But not beyond
resuscitating.
Not yet.

It's all my fault.
I was gone so much.

Ah, it's rough on cops' kids.

Stinking police work.

I mean,
there would be Scotty
running in a track meet

and I'd be out busting
dealers and perverts,
the worst.

You want my advice?
As his godfather...

Damn, I'm getting
tired of hearing that.

Yes, I want your advice.

It's not so much
that you weren't
there,

it's the way you
over-compensated
because you weren't.

What, we spoiled him?
We held him to a very
tough standard.

Oh, please, Dennis.
He got Ds all through
college and what'd you do?

You bought him a
more powerful
computer.

But you need
memory to compete in
the academic race at all.

Oh, is he?
Is he in the
academic race at all?

Well, he's
not officially
taking classes...

Oh, officially?

I forgot. You can earn
college credits sleeping
in the city flower beds

and urinating in
a parking structure.

All right, all right,
he flunked out!

You shouldn't have been
contributing one thin
dime tuition

all those years he was
goofing along with Cs
and Ds.

That's what Peg said.

Well, you're still doing it.
You're subsidizing all his
fiascoes.

You're
acting as spin doctor
after every embarrassment.

Spoiling him.

You have to
cut him off,
Dennis.

Make him swim
in cold water.

You're right,
you're absolutely right.

You said it before.
You're right.

Tough love.

(DOOR BUZZING)

MAN: Here we go.

Hi, honey.
I saw a man die.

Sir, you want to
step over here, please,
and collect your things?

The cell across from mine.

He was
a Nigerian
or something.

He was crying all night

and this other man
punched him, not
that hard.

About 10
minutes later,
with a seizure...

He's dead.

Ah, come on, Son.
Let's just get your
stuff and get out of here.

Jim.
Hi, Scotty.

Jim's here because...

What day is it?
Yeah.

It's
your birthday,
you knucklehead.

The big three-o, baby.

His gums were blue.

Scotty, it's tragic, I know.

I brought you a
change of clothes.

Now, we're all going to go to
Michael's and have lunch.
Celebrate.

BECKER: We're going to talk
about next year's birthday,

where you'd like to be
and how you're gonna
get there.

ALL: (SINGING)
Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Scotty

Happy birthday to you

(SIGHS)

Scotty?

Honey?

It may not seem like an
auspicious birthday,
but it is.

And today,
though you may not know
it, you know, a clean slate,

you're reborn,
a new way of doing things.

Well, what are you looking at?

Smoke from that candle.

(CHUCKLES)

Life's an illusion. Smoke.

Right. And, uh, for a while
you've been fooling yourself.

You're born
and then you're doing
the limbo on concrete.

There was that fellow
and then you have this
Bill Gates of Microsoft.

Is Bill Gates happy?

Are you guys happy,

with your house, your
marriage, your big
screen TV?

My friends on the Promenade,
with nothing but their
wanting and neediness.

Is there
happiness in
either place?

Well,
where you want to
watch the Super Bowl?

Our house, right, Jim?

All this having and
not having.

There's gotta
be a better way.

What's the answer?

What's the question?

Father Brady,
he was always trying
to get me to see this.

Your coach at Loyola?

I wonder where
he is right now.

Bakersfield?
Be great to see him.

Whatever.

From
here on out, Son,
you're on your own.

Kayaks, legal fees, the works.

And you
know something?
I say this with love.

What's his problem?

Here you go, sir.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.
Just a minute.

Gencher called me.

Elisabetta Fama
has been murdered.

Her body was found in
a dumpster at 2:00
in the morning.

Where's Scotty?
I don't know.

He kept talking
about Father Brady,

then
he asked me if he
could borrow the car.

I said no,
like you said, remember?

But he was gone
when Gencher called.

My darling godson knows
where I keep my Hide-A-Key.

Oh, no, the Firebird!

(OFFICER CHATTERING ON
POLICE RADIO)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

GENCHER:
According to the sergeant,
she wasn't carrying any cash.

Did your wife take
any money with her?

No, no.
Just a credit card.

Becker, LA. Hey, Gene!
OFFICER: Go ahead.

(MUMBLES) Hi, bud!
Quite a commotion,
huh?

What'd he say?

"Quite a commotion, huh?"

I can't stand
just standing here.

TOOTHLESS BOB: (MUMBLES) Say,
she... She was a nice lady.
Pretty, too.

(MUMBLES) I'm a witness,
waiting for my interview.

He's a witness
waiting for his interview.

Witness to what?
What did you see?

Dennis!
Hey, Gene,

I got here as
quick as I could.

Where's the tar pits?

Tar pits?

Oh, this is not LA?
Then I'll handle
the witnesses.

Hey, I'm sorry, Gene.

I just
didn't want there
to be any foul-ups.

Dennis, he understands.

Now, then, Mr. Rukhuyser,

the sergeant tells me
that you saw Scott Becker

a.k.a. Jesse,
prior to the killing.

About
a hour before
I heard the sirens.

So,
Scott Becker
is in the area

and an hour later
Elisabetta Fama
is dead.

TOOTHLESS BOB:
He was real cool and calm.

Kind of dreamy-like.

Gave me $200.

Aw, geez, no!

According to her husband,
she didn't have any
money with her

when she left the
apartment for Starbucks.
She grabbed a credit card.

It's still in her pocket.

So whose money is that?

That's
what I'm trying to
figure out, Dennis.

It's my money,
that's whose money it is.

You can't prove that, bud!

Hey, Gene,
just a word of advice.

Yes, Dennis?

Just because the
victim has a credit card

doesn't mean that robbery
wasn't the original intent.
Dennis.

I mean, it doesn't prove that
the intent was revenge or
harassment.

Mr. Rukhuyser,
did Scott Becker
say anything to you?

Jesse?
Yeah.

Uh, something about
smoke, life was illusion...

Gene, we can safely assume...

Stay off my crime scene,
Lieutenant!

Come on, Dennis,
come on, come on.
Hey, wait a minute.

Come on, Dennis...
Hold on a minute!

Jesse beds down
right there, right
behind that dumpster.

Thank you.

Jimbo, I should tell him.

I should tell him
about the car and
I can't.

All right, I'll handle it.
You stay here.

OFFICER:
Stay behind the tape.
We got press coming through.

Come on, Joe,
let's move right now.
Make sure you're rolling.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.
His car?

Excuse me, Lieutenant,
Pat Lalama.

Nice to see you.
What have you got going?
Yeah.

Well, uh,
there's been a murder.

It's
Elisabetta Fama,
the fashion designer.

PAT: A nd the word here now

is that
the prime suspect
in this brutal killing,

Scott Dennis Becker, may
have fled in a 1978 gold
Firebird.

That
license plate number,
by the way, 8-5-3-O-K-G.

And, John, I have a rather
interesting development
to tell you about.

Police sources here
are telling me that
the wanted man

is in fact
the son of a police department
robbery/homicide investigator,

Lieutenant Dennis Becker.

It was the sudden and
tragic ending to the life
and career of Elisabetta Fama.

She was born to wealthy
landowner parents in
Palermo, Sicily.

(PHONE RINGING)
She was a former model
in Milan,

who early in her career...
BECKER: Whoever it is,
I'm not in.

... discovered a starling
talent for color and design.
Becker residence.

And so not only escaped
the fate of the aging model...
Yeah, this is he.

... but went on to
found a fashion house...
What? Well, how long have...

Is there any damage?

... the biggest names
of the late 1980s and 90s.
How can you not know?

In 1987 she married
hair stylist, lan Levin.

He proved to be
a shrewd businessman,

and Levin helped
build the House of Fama

into a 60 million dollar
a year company.

ROCKFORD: Ah, yeah.
Well, thanks a lot.

Their penthouse
in Santa Monica was
one of five residences

the couple owned
around the world.

(SHUSHING)
It's yet another sad comment
on the level of violence

in this country that she
had to meet her death here.

Dennis, they found my...
Shh.

My wife grew up
with that sort of
European street life.

Espresso bars, caf�s and...

That's why
we chose to live in
the area that we did.

The idea that violence would
prevent her from fully using
the neighborhood

was simply something
that she couldn't
understand.

Dennis, they found my car.

Oh, yeah?
What did they turn up?

Well, Scotty's prints...
Shh!

PAT: W ell, I've just been able
to learn that police have
recovered that gold Firebird.

And they're telling us
that the homeless man's
fingerprints were found

on the steering wheel
and the gearshift knob...
Homeless man?

No word yet, though,
on his whereabouts...
You think somebody

could give me a lift to the
impound yard so I can pick
up my car?

(ALL SHUSHING)
MAN ON TV: A nd we've
got some tape in now

of the Firebird at
the police impound
yard.

The owner of this Firebird,
does he, in fact, have any
connection to the suspect?

Well,
apparently, the owner
is the suspect's godfather.

Reporting
live from Santa Monica,
Pat Lalama. Back to you.

Could somebody
give me a lift?

I don't know why you
just couldn't take
a cab.

Angel,
I've chauffeured you
all over this damn city.

You're the
last non-Amish individual
in the county to own a car.

Well, you're just
gonna have to hang, then,
'cause I got stops to make.

How long will they take?
As long as they take.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

How far are we going?
The Palisades.

What the hell are
we going there for?

I told you.
If you want to
catch a bus, otherwise...

(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)

Okay, gotta haul burro.
�ndale.

Let's go.
Got a culvert to
clean up by 4:30.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Don't tell me, you're acting
as a booking agent for day
laborers?

Nobody
ever thought
of it before.

I mean, that's
the beauty of America.

Oh, I can see the purple
mountain majesty already.

Entrepreneurship. A man can
come to this country with
nothing,

and in the matter of
a few years, become
a titan.

I got the idea from Raimondo.

Hardest working guy
I ever met.

You know what he does
with every penny

that he doesn't put
in his kids' mouth?

He buys power tools!

(STARTS ENGINE)

He's gonna be a general
contractor, you mark my
word.

Oh, no doubt about it.
Oh, and there's
lots like him, too,

and all they need
for a toehold up...
You.

Transportation,
language skills,
career management.

Yeah, how much?

I'm not
prepared to discuss
my percentages with you,

unless
you're willing
to become a client.

I'd rather drink off the pier.

Yo, return-o 4:30.
S�.

I will say this. Since
I pay these guys in cash,
I'm in a tax-free bracket.

Ah, I can see
the fruited plain
coming into view now.

(EXCLAIMS)
Will you wait here,
just in case?

In case of what?
They've gone
through your car.

Oh, just hang on
for five minutes!

(RADIO STOPS PLAYING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(LAUGHING)

Two hundred bucks. Parked
in front of a fire station.

I'm gonna kill Scott Becker.

I believe the man with the
pellets and the pail gets
first dibs on that.

Can you
believe they wouldn't
release the car to me?

What I believe is,
you couldn't come up
with enough pocket power

to float a damn
lousy parking ticket.

My friend, Jimmy,
Mr. Tater Tots.

Oh, you know
where most of my cash
has been going lately.

Yeah, well, what
am I supposed to do,

underwrite your charities
by driving you all over town?

You see any statues
of me in the Vatican?

Any
signs on the car say
"Goodwill Industries,"

or any little pictures of
a wheelchair or something?

You said we were
going to an ATM.

Well, I got a business
to run, Floyd.

Ah, well,
this is where
they found the car.

I just thought that maybe...

Ah,
I don't know
what I thought.

Jimmy, can we please...

Ah, Scotty bottomed out.

He was making noises
like he... He needed
spiritual help.

Scotty, Scotty.

(BELL CLANGING)

Excuse me,
could I speak to the,
uh, the senior priest,

or rector?
I am Master Jun.

(CHUCKLING)
This may seem like
an oddball question,

but would you
happen to know a man
named Scotty Becker?

Would you like
to talk to him?

Then he is here?

Some sanctuary. The head
baldy just gives him
right up.

They live the
contemplative
life.

I doubt if they
know he's wanted.

I'm not only president
of the hair club, I'm
also a member.

(CHUCKLING)

Scotty?

He sure
ain't a house on fire
with that rake, is he?

Keeps doing the
same patch, too.

He's doing
that intentionally.

I wouldn't put up with it.

Here, you want
some workers that can get
your yard looking sharp, son,

you call that number.

My boys, they do
some planting, too.

Jim?

You surprised to see me?

I'm sorry about the car.

I was literally
fighting for my
sanity.

Well, that's good.

'Cause some cynics
might say that you were
fleeing to avoid prosecution.

If you'd like to press
charges, I do understand.

We're
not talking
about joy-riding.

We're talking about the
murder of Elisabetta Fama.

She's been murdered?
Yeah.

Is lan Levin dead, too?

ANGEL: Hey, dig.

"A monk asked Chao-Chou,

"'What's the
most important
principle in Zen? '

"And Chao-Chou
excused himself
with the words,

"'I have
to go now
and make water.

"'Imagine, even
such a trifling thing
I have to do in person."'

Amen, brother.

The smartest thing
you can do right now
is turn yourself in.

I didn't kill her, Jim.

Probably not.

Hey, what do you expect?

You've thrown the people in
your life a lot of Nerf
balls over the years.

I needed to talk
to Father Brady.

I drove
all the way
to Bakersfield.

Father Brady
died in '92.

I broke down
and started
crying.

Something led me here.

Well, you were
seen on the Promenade
right before she was killed.

That was immediately after
I got back from Bakersfield.

Something was already telling
me to divest myself of all
material wealth.

Actually, it was
my material wealth you
were divesting yourself of.

You, too, may
find enlightenment.

And maybe I could've
gotten a better price.

The Third Noble Truth says
that selfish craving can
be overcome, Jim.

Well, I have this
selfish craving
right now

to rip your head off your neck
and drop kick it into the carp
pond.

Now, come on. You're
gonna turn yourself in.

(GONG SOUNDING)

But it's time for Zazen.

You are welcome to join us.

(CHUCKLING) Hey, Pasadena.

No matter how much soy
sauce you put on the stuff,
it still tastes like fish.

Zazen is meditation.

MAN:
Open up Charlie.
All right, let's go.

Scott, do you have
anything to say to
me or your mother?

Mom, don't cry.
There's no sadness.

The Sixth Patriarch said, "It
is neither the flag nor the
wind that is moving,

"it is your mind that
is moving."

Now, what the hell
did he mean by that?

(CRYING) Oh, Dennis.

MAN 1: Lock it up.
MAN 2: Thanks.

MAN: L et's go now
to Pat Lalama, who's in
the field with the latest

on the murder
of Elisabetta Fama.

PAT: W e've been
able to confirm that Scott
Becker surrendered to police

about 6:00 p.m. Yesterday,

but there's a strange
twist to all of this.

Police sources
now tell us that
he's become a novice monk

at the One Truth Zen Temple.

Officials there had
no comment.

Here at Boutique Fama,

there was
a far different
sort of silence.

Reporting live
from Beverly Hills,
Pat Lalama. Back to you.

MAN: T hank you, Pat.
Continuing with our...

Good morning, Jim.
Judy.

Good morning, Jim.
Hi, Critch.

Hey,
I'm afraid because of the
flu bug we have around here,

I'll be serving you myself.

Well, I'll have a couple
of scrambled eggs, sliced
tomatoes, and crisp bacon.

Okay. Hey,
your car's a TV star
these days, isn't it?

Just like
what's-his-name,
uh, Hasselhoff?

Got the
hassle part right,
it's still in impound.

Oh.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(UNZIPPING BAG)

Good morning, sir.
What can I do for you?

Do you have scones?

Plain or
black currant?

Black currant, a latte
and an ashtray.

Sorry, no smoking
except in the bar.
City ordinance.

Oh.

You happen to know a dude
around here that drives
a 1978 gold Firebird?

I'm in the market.

Seventy-eight...
Damn!

Isn't there any waitress
in this place? I can't
get a refill on my coffee.

Uh, excuse me.

Uh...

Um, Firebird?

Can't say
I've seen one.

Then my information's wrong.
29 Cove Road.

Cove?
It's just
across here,

but the
gentleman over there
drives a truck, so...

So what?

So you like Firebirds,
do you?

I'm president of
the Firebird Club.

Where'd you hear
about this Firebird?

The Firebird Club Magazine.

Oh.

You have any smokes?
The bartender.

But you can't
smoke them in here.

Yeah. You said.

What does he
want with you?

I'm afraid to find out.

Well, who is he?

Do I look like I know?
I never saw him before.

Critch, do me a favor.

Go in the bar and if our
friend looks like he's
coming back,

you
drop a tray
or something.

I want
to take a look
at that luggage tag.

Gotcha.

CRITCH: Thank you.

Morning.

Damn.

One saffron sash, one pack
of mini rice cakes, one cloth.

Rakusu.
One rakusu.

Luggage tag?
M. Pinetree?

Doesn't ring a bell.

There was no address.
206 area code. Seattle.

Dad, did you have
something to do with
getting me released?

What, because I'm a cop?
No, it doesn't work that
way.

The DA just simply didn't
have enough hard evidence
to file at this time.

We're talking murder one.
You think they're gonna
let you off the hook?

PEGGY: Dennis.
That's the way it works, Peg.

I do
this for a living.
High profile murder?

Homeless person
as a prime suspect?

Forget about it.
It doesn't matter.

How can you say that?

Well, how can I explain it?

I'm just starting out
on this path, but,
uh, well,

one day Hogen came upon four
monks and they were arguing
about objective reality,

and Hogen said,
"Here is a big
stone.

"Do you consider
this stone to be inside
or outside of your mind?"

And one
of the Buddhists said,
"The Buddhist viewpoint is

"that everything is an
objectification of the
mind,

"so I would say
the stone is in
my mind."

And Hogen said,
"Your mind must
feel really heavy,

"carrying around
a stone like that."

So jail cell
or no jail cell,
it's all okay with you?

I'm sorry I canceled
my canasta game.

Dad, Jim, you're hard-wired
to this dualism thing.
Mom, you, too.

Good, bad, pain,
pleasure, it's all one.

Are not this prison and
temple equally conducive
to sitting and meditating?

You might find sitting
a bit more painful in
prison.

I know you're
all upset for me
and I appreciate that,

but just being a novice
at the zendo, I'm already
happier than I've ever been.

I'm reaching a
place of no want.

No kidding?

SCOTTY: I want to
show you how I live.

Then maybe
you'll understand
that this murder charge

means absolutely
nothing in the
universe.

This is the garden.
This is where I work.

You work?

Yeah, I rake the gravel.
See the pattern?

Not for nothing,
Son, all these years
I ask you to mow the lawn,

nothing but an argument.
If I didn't do it,
it never got done.

Work
can be a form
of meditation.

But that
mower roaring
in your ears, Dad...

Mom, let's go see my room.

(SIGHS)

No distractions.
That's key.

Dare I say it?

What, that
my room at home
was always a mess?

I know. No wonder
I was always confused.

I even remember
having a slot-car
track under my bed.

I had racing cars in
my bedroom. How weird.

Scotty, your dad went down to
Toys-R-Us on Christmas Eve to
buy those for you.

We were
both in need
of a Buddha mind.

How long do I have
to listen to this?

What, Jim?

If it
doesn't bother you,
Dennis, it bothers me.

He's dumping all over you.
Everything you've ever
done for him.

This woman here,
she wiped your butt.
Do you understand that?

You can stand here with lights
reflecting off your head and
say you had too much?

Your Buddha mind
is in your behind.

Jim, what if he
found religion?

All right, you people
owe me 200 bucks, huh?

The swami here parked
in front of a damn
firehouse.

Will you figure out
who's gonna ante up
and pay me my money

so I can get the
hell out of here?

(GONG SOUNDING)

Time for zazen.

(MONK SHOUTING)

BECKER: Everybody get back!
Basta!

(GUN FIRING)

Get back!

Basta!

Lieutenant Becker, Metro
Police! Everybody down!

Move it!
SCOTTY: Dad!

BECKER: Hey,
watch it. Scotty, get
your mother out of here.

I said get out of here!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Hey, Gene, you speak Italian.

(SIGHS) Yeah,
I'm part Italian.

Me, too.
We're both paisans.

Look, Dennis, I told you
if you're gonna come up
here,

you sit down and
you keep quiet, huh?

Pinetree, one word.
Middle initial, "I."

That's the guy.

GENCHER: "Mercer I. Pinetree,
a.k.a. Mark Pine, J.P. Merced.

"Attempted murder,
State of Washington.

"Concealed weapon, Alaska.

"Assault
with intent to
commit, Alaska.

"Concealed weapon, Florida.

"Currently
sought for murder,
Ajaccio, Corsica."

No crimes
against property.

(CLEARING THROAT) I see that.

Can I say something?

Go ahead.

It seems to me
there are two shooters,
both trying to find Scott.

A buy-out for the killing
of Elisabetta Fama? Could be.

For allegedly killing
Elisabetta Fama.

Look, officers, the point is,
who'd offer a price like that?

Barbra Streisand,
because her dress for the
Oscars was left unfinished?

The husband, lan Levin?

Is that his style?

When we've got a stolen
Sicilian mafioso sitting
right here in Santa Monica?

Fama's originally
from Sicily.

Levin would know somebody
there.

ROCKFORD: Yes, Sicily, right.

They are Sicilian aristocracy,
wealthy landowners.

Either
of you guys getting
the same feeling I am?

No, 'cause it's racist.

I agree.

At least you guys
finally agree on
something.

Don't we
read the papers?
We don't watch CNN?

The mafia is the
industry on that
island.

Does this guy look like a
marquis or an earl to you?

It doesn't make sense.

The boys are
going to hire an Indian
from Seattle for backup?

Look, whatever, all
it means to me is that

it's not only the Santa Monica
Police Department that thinks
your son did this killing.

What are you saying?

You let criminal conspirators
and sociopaths do your
thinking for you?

How dare you
twist my words.

I'll twist anything
I want when it comes
to my flesh and blood!

Officers! Officers!

I'm going to say, now,
what I haven't said
before.

Say it!

Your son did this murder.

He had the motive,
he had the opportunity,

and
we will establish
the murder weapon!

He hated
their wealth!
He hated her.

And your son kept at
the Levin's and at them
and at them and at them

until Mrs. Levin
completely took over the
role of the victim from him.

Until her
blood covered an area
four foot by four foot!

Now, that's what
happened, Dennis,

and that's what
I'm gonna prove!

Now get the hell out
of this building and don't
come back here again, ever!

BECKER: He kicked me out.

Well,
now you know
how I always feel.

Is that what
you're focusing on?

Well, no. But still.

I don't know,
I don't want to
think what I'm thinking,

because he's not
a killer. He's not.

Oh, come on, Dennis,
don't panic.

Now, who's always
the number one suspect
in a domestic homicide?

The husband.
Right.

Yeah, but this
mountain of evidence.

So what it's all
circumstantial?

I mean, it could
actually fry Scotty.

Dennis, Dennis,
keep your eye
on the ball.

Okay.

The news says that lan is an
equal partner in the company,

but the company ain't
nothing without Fama.

That's a pretty tight collar
if you're tired of your
marriage.

What?

The magazine I bought
said that the youth line,
Fama Allora, is a fizzle.

The company lost
$30 million last year.

So lan's nailing a model
and watching Fama kiss
away the nest egg?

Ah,
models are nice,
but I don't know.

Did you notice that,
uh, what's her name?
The design chief?

When she came
back into the room
with a trivial fax,

Levin was
the one person
she never looked at.

Not once,
till he spoke to her.

He chucks
Elisabetta Fama for her?

There's no
accounting
for taste.

What if the assistant
was designing some of
the clothes,

and they
could keep
the Fama name?

Jim, you gotta help me.

Oh, Dennis,
come on, come on.

If I get into it,

it's gonna look bad,
it's gonna be worse
for him.

Dennis,
I've tried to
be supportive.

I'll pay you,
if that's what
you're implying.

If that's what it takes.

What are
you gonna do?
Buy me a kayak?

(SIGHS)

Jimbo?

I'm asking you.
I'm begging you.

(GROANS)

Ah, well, the news said that
they're having a memorial
service for Elisabetta

at
Mrs. Ruffner's
house tomorrow.

It's for friends and family.
I...

I guess I could
poke around a little.

I'll be forever grateful.

That's what depresses me.

Pat,
you're on in
three, two, one.

John,
we're outside the
home of studio chief,

Barry Ruffner
and his wife,
Lisa.

Of course, that couple,
long time friends of
Elisabetta Fama.

Lisa Ruffner, a noted
patron of atelier Fama
over the last many years.

MAN:
That's a cut.
Hey, great, Pat.

Hi there. Jim Meeker,
County Health Department.

I'm here to check
your food setup.
Thank you.

Let's go!
The eulogies will
be over in 15 minutes

and these hors d'oeuvres
will not be enough to serve
these hungry people in black.

Sir, sir.

(SIGHS)

Sir,
the guest entrance
is back out and around.

County Health Department,
Office of Communicable
Diseases.

You received a trans-shipment
of seafood from Frank's Fresh
Fish, is that right?

Louisiana gulf shrimp, yes.

Yes. Well,
we've got word this morning
from the CBC in Baton Rouge

that those shrimp
may be contaminated.

(GASPS)
Oh, my God.
Well, with what?

(GASPS)
Botulinus.

Oh, Lance!
Did you hear that?

No, no, no need
for fright or panic.

No, the containers at Frank's
were all determined to contain
asymptomatic test specimens,

but I will
have to inspect
the shrimp here on site.

Oh, I can't believe this.
Oh, poor Lisa. This is a
funeral.

Well, no trans-sepsis
that I can see.

Well,
don't you need to
do slides or a work-up?

I don't... Whatever
they call it on those
horrible medical shows?

(LAUGHS)

You know, at this stage, a
full toxonomic effluvia
might be avoided,

but I'm gonna have
to dissect this one.

Well, let's just hope
that this little beauty

doesn't turn a
rusty peach color.

Just take a few seconds.

(ROCKFORD SIGHS)

Continue on with
the food preparation.

(CHUCKLING)

You know, botulinus is
tasteless, but sometimes

cooked tainted shrimp
can have a mealy texture.

But that was delicious.

(CHUCKLING)

What I'd like to do is,
go on out where you're
passing the shrimp,

fade into the background,
very low key, sample one
or two.

Then if
everything's all right, and
I'm almost certain it will be,

(SIGHS)
I'll be out of your hair.

(CHUCKLING)
Fine. Fine,
I guess.

(EXCLAIMS) What a
scare you gave us.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Get to work!
MAN: Yes.

MEADOW: It's
so difficult to express
how I feel about Elisabetta.

She was so kind to
me, so reassuring.

Whenever I had doubts,
she'd smile,

and her advice to me was,
"Be yourself and the
clothes will hang. "

(MEADOW SIGHS)

Elisabetta taught me so
much more than how to
walk a runway.

She taught me what it
meant to be a good friend.

She wasn't in my life
for very long,

but her memory will
be with me forever.

Bye, Betta.
We love you.

That was nice.
(SOFTLY) Thank you.

KATINKA: Thank you.
My condolences.

KATINKA: T hank you, Meadow.

We'd again like to thank
our hosts, Barry and Lisa,

for providing us their home.
Thank you.

Betta's father, Don Gaetano,
in particular, wishes to
express his gratitude

for allowing him
to be a guest at their home
during this voyage of sorrow.

(SIGHS)

His presence at the
service would otherwise
not have been possible.

I'd like to now share with
you my recollections of
Elisabetta.

(SOFTLY) Did you hear
my eulogy?

Well, no.
I got in at
the very end.

(SIGHS) I majorly sucked!

Oh, no. No, no, no,
you were very nice.

Yeah, at least what I saw.

Genuine feeling
is all that matters.

God, why do I freeze
and get so dopey when
I'm speaking to people?

I mean, I can walk
down a runway naked.

Yeah, well, I read
where most Americans
dread public speaking

more than they
dread an IRS audit.

Really?
Mmm-hmm.

(SIGHS) Not Gordy.

He's a certified
public accountant.

(SNIFFS)

You know whose eulogy
I really wanted to hear?

Lan Levin's.
Did I miss it?

Yeah. Load of crap.

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLING) Hey,
it's okay, it's okay.

I know all about it.

You do?

It's disgusting!
I mean, she must
have known.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Oh,
that's so sad.
Which is worse?

Good point.

Well, what would you do?
You know, if you found out?

(SIGHS)

Complete
change of hair color,
after I kicked him out.

(GAETANO COUGHING)

Her dad.

Ah.
All the way from Sicily.

I guess you know about him.

Well, I don't know him
quite as well as I
knew her.

It's terminal.

Oh, well, I knew that.

(MOUTHING)

Oh, you!
Are you the
guy in oil?

Me and the anchovies.

(LAUGHING)

Well, well.
The godfather has
thought to join us.

Yeah, I noticed.

Get him out of here.

Excuse me.

ROCKFORD: Hey. Hey!

Come on, come on,
get this turkey
off me.

Hey, Dennis, it's me.

Listen, I think
I've got a line on
what's happening in the...

You want to
sell this puppy?

How the devil did you...

(GRUNTS)

It's a classic.

PINETREE: You didn't finish
your breakfast the other day.

ROCKFORD: You didn't
have to pistol-whip me.

I didn't pistol whip you.
That's nothing compared
to what's coming.

You know, I got a little
Cherokee blood, if that
counts for anything.

I'm Tglinkit.
We have our own
different set of concerns.

What did I ever do to you?

You know damn well
why I'd be hanging
around

Mrs. Fama's
funeral for a lead.
Your nephew, Sean Becker.

You're gonna take me to him.

It's a bounty, right?

You're one of the many drawn
here by Don Gaetano's offer
of money.

That was his favorite
granddaughter got killed.

It's his daughter.
Oh.

And it's
Mrs. Levin,
not Mrs. Fama.

And it's Scott Becker,
not Sean,

and he's my godson,
not my nephew.

Oh.

ROCKFORD: Hey, let
me ask you something.

How did you find out about
this prize offered in
Sicily

all the way up in Seattle?

Anchorage, actually.
I moved. The Internet.

You mean, like,
murderforhire. Org?

But you can bet I'm not the
only one surfing the Net,
so time is important.

Well,
I don't know
where Scott is.

His family has him
in seclusion somewhere.

I lived in LA for a while.

I remember on the news,
they were forever finding
stiffs in these canyons.

Only they were always
killed about a year
before.

P.U.
Now, what's
it gonna be?

You gonna make it a big
day for our cousin coyote?

Okay, okay,
wait, wait, wait.

Scott's at my place.

The 25 Cove Drive address?

29 Cove Road.

If you yell, I kill you.
That simple.

Let me ask you something.

What?

Aren't you going to feel
so silly when you find out
you killed the wrong man?

Yeah, right.

Yeah, hey,
the husband, lan Levin?
He killed Elisabetta Fama.

I know I'm right.

When we get inside, you tell
Beckford I'm a friend of
yours.

You keep everything low key.

You're making a mistake.

I said Beckford.
I meant Becker!

Scotty? Scotty?

Maybe he's out
on the beach.

Go to the window.
Tell him to come
in if you see him.

I don't... I don't see him.
You think I could get
something to eat?

I need something in
my stomach.

I haven't
had anything to
eat in 12 hours.

(CHUCKLING) My blood sugar
level's down below my socks.

(SCREAMS)

Do you have to
keep hitting me?

Oh, a gun.

Okay, where is he?

Well, I don't know.

A cousin
of mine was a PI.
Up around Fairbanks.

When I was 17, he told
my uncle I was a homo.

I hate him and I'm
gonna take it all
out on you.

(GRUNTS)

I'm not gay, by the way.

Fine.

Is this Becker's real father?

No, that's mine.

(EXCLAIMS)

"One
Truth Zen Temple.
Four Noble Truths.

"Life is suffering.
Suffering is caused
by selfish craving."

If you're a Buddhist,
then how come there's
no Buddha statues in here?

I dabble in all
kinds of religions.

You don't
see any crucifixes
or Stars of David, either.

You know what?
I think I missed an
important newscast.

I think this Becker's
at that One Truth place.

You don't honestly
think Scott Becker's
stupid enough to hang around

an unprotected
Zen center, do you?

(CHUCKLES)

(BEEPING)

IAN: Y es.
I'd like to speak
with Don Guillermo Fama.

Don Gaetano has guests
and can't be disturbed.

My name is Mercer Pinetree.

Please respectfully convey
to the Don my greetings
from Sy Rothstein,

with which we both
have acquaintance.

And tell him I have business
relating to the death of his
daughter, Elisabeth.

(MEN CHATTERING)

PINETREE: It's in the back.

(MAN SPEAKING ITALIAN)

You?

(DOCTOR SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(GAETANO COUGHING)

(BED WHIRRING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Which of you is Pinetree?

That's me, sir.

And this is the man
that murdered your
daughter.

(IAN SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Are you
the godfather
of this specimen?

Yes, I'm his godfather,
but that's all.

It's been a mess for me.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(CHUCKLES)

He says,
you should've taken
a stronger hand with him.

Oh,
you don't know
how I've tried.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

IAN: Why are you
wearing that get-up?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

He says the fact
that you would hide
in the skirts of a priest

only makes you more odious.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Yes. And you will get to
enact the sufferings of
Christ upon the cross.

I'm not a killer, Mr. Fama.
I didn't... I didn't harm
your daughter, I swear!

Sit down!
And I'm not a
blasphemer, either!

Just hold on a minute.

Don Guillermo, I've come
a lot of miles and I've
invested a lot of work

to qualify for your
generous reward offer.

And
now I believe
it's owed to me.

I'll kill this Becker,
if you like, in front
of you.

And if that's not convenient,
I'll take him to a distant
location and videotape it.

(SCOFFS)
I'm not about
to translate that.

PINETREE: Now.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(CRYING)
Don't do that, Scotty.
Don't do that.

Not in front
of these people.

Jim, I'm gonna die.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(COUGHING)

He says there is no appeal.

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

(DOCTOR SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(NURSE SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(WHEEZING)

He's gonna die, too.

Our souls will
probably cross
paths.

We won't give a crap
about any of this, huh?

Look, I've tried.
You killed my wife.

But I don't believe
you should be dealt
with in this manner.

Oh, sure you do.

Shut up, Rockwell.

Have you
tried telling the Don
that you murdered your wife?

You
beat her to death
with pre-meditation?

That seem to
sway him at all?

You're deluded.

And then you frame
a homeless guy.
Excellent touch.

Does anybody in here
speak English?

I do.

No, no, Mercer.
You have to be able
to speak Italian, too.

Don Gaetano, this man...

Su son-in-law,
he murdered...
Matar Elisabetta.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

He wants to know
what I'm saying,
Levin.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

What are
you telling him,
the soccer scores?

(GRUNTS) Speak.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Speak. You.

This man, lan, loves
another woman. I'm sorry.

That is ridiculous.

Him. He is sleeping
with Miss Von Durow.

They have affair.

He's afraid the company...
La compagnia?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

He's afraid
the compagnia is
losing money. Capisce?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Gaetano, that's absurd.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

You know how
I loved Elisabetta.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Don, which one
you want me to
kill?

(SCOFFS) This is insane.

He doesn't believe
a word of this.

To think I
spent the last days of my
life on Earth raking pebbles.

It's a meditation,
you told me.

I don't know, Jim. I don't
think I was cut out for it.

While I was raking,
the people next door
had a Dodgers game on.

I went over and listened.

I had a couple
of cigarettes,
too.

I kept them hidden
in my rakusu.

(SIGHS) I could
use one right now.

I had this fianc�e,
Deb Tillotson.

Why didn't I marry her?
Have some kids, jump
in the pool.

Ah, your dad used to
say the same thing
to me.

Now it's too late.

Gautama, he was a spoilt
brat, too. He became Buddha.

Am I gonna top that?
No way.

Doesn't matter now, anyway.

It's not over yet.

That old man's probably
killed hundreds of people.

But in this case,

it's not gonna
do his soul much good
to kill the wrong guy.

(DOOR OPENS)

(KATINKA GRUNTS)

(SOFTLY) Oh, God!

No. No.

IAN: Get your hands off me!

Sir, I have
Miss Von Gaetano.

Get off me!

The one you wanted.

Lan.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Oh, now
we're speaking French.
Somebody's keeping secrets.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Who cares about the
black cloud in your
heart?

Shut up, Katinka!

A spat.
That's always sad to see.

(GRUNTS)
You lay with this man?

(CRYING) I betrayed my
sweet teacher. My friend.

Don Gaetano, you're a
civilized man, a European.

You know that sometimes
a man will take a mistress,

but it doesn't mean
that the love is less,

or certainly that I would,
I'd harm a hair on her head.

I loved her.

Sir, which one
you want me to
kill?

Mr. Fama, this woman...

In the death of Elisabetta,
she's innocent.

It's the hairdresser's idea.
He blamed this man for it
because he's a nobody.

Uh, you understand? Capisce?

PINETREE:
Who do you
want me to kill?

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Please don't kill me.
Don't listen to them.

Which one should I kill?

I didn't kill anybody,
I swear!

He's innocent. Innocente.

Don Gaetano?

Sir?

(DOCTOR SPEAKING ITALIAN)

He's dead. Damn!

(KATINKA CRYING)

(DOCTOR SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Are any of you
authorized to pay me
if I complete the job?

Oh, no, no, no.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Bang, bang!

Damn.

(YELLING) Damn! Damn!

(CRYING)

Oh, now,
don't look so
relieved, lan.

It may be
over for Don Gaetano,
but it's not over for you.

ROCKFORD: Get him!
Get him, Scotty!

I'll get him!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

I got him, Jim, I got him.

Yes, you did.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

As these graduates go forth,

we feel certain
that they leave here

possessing not only
the values we've taught
them at this institution,

but also the values
inculcated by family,

school, church,
by a just and moral society.

But a society in which
no influence is more
important than family.

And so, Class of 1996,
we salute you.
Congratulations.

(ALL CHEERING)

(ALL APPLAUDING)

Yes!

Tell me,
who would've thought
Scotty would become a cop?

Funny, it was
there all the time,
the right thing for him.

None of us saw it.
Did you see it, Jim?

No, I can't say I did.

SCOTTY: (LAUGHING) Hey, Jim!

BECKER: He's gonna make it
this time, don't you think?

He's gonna make it.