All language subtitles for Rockford Files s05e19 A Material Difference.eng

You got any idea
how many people out there want to get rid of somebody?

Well, I just let 'em know
that I can do it.

I wanna know why a couple
of the Lord's messengers

just used a.38
to put the fear of God in me.

I don't wanna go back
without that formula.

We are men without a country.
We are wanted.

I think they're secret agents.

Church thing is just
one of their covers.

One of the reasons
you were hired

was so that you
could be eliminated

after the fact.

ROCKFORD
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

Jim, Joe Meyers
at Crowell, Finch & Merriweather.

We're going to court tomorrow
with that Penrose fraud case

but the steno misplaced
your 200 page deposition.

Could you come down tonight
and give it again?

Hey, you like bluegrass,
mister?

I like all kinds of music.

I don't like jazz.

I don't either.

You Jones?

Take a load off.

You want a beer?

Dulls the reflexes.

The name's Kramer.

Picture's in there.

And the 10 Gs?

Five now,
five on delivery.

You can trust me.

Man, I know I can.

Or my next job'll be for free.
You get my drift?

There's an address
on the back of that picture.

I'll meet you at that address
as soon as I hear the job's done.

And I want that
to be right away.

Yeah. Well, you want
in one hand and you spit in the other

and you see which one
gets full first.

Okay.

Take your time.

Do it your way.

Is there a Rockford here?
Telephone.

Yeah, I'll be right there.
What are you doing here?

Whoever I can.

You wanna find
a clean table, Liz. I'll be right with you.

What are you, Angel, huh?

A clone of Lash La Rue?

It's not funny, Jimmy.

Jones, Angel,

Lash La Rue.

Jimmy Rockford.

I saw a very interesting
film today.

A western.
Made in Hollywood.

What was it about?

Cowboy.

But it concerned the man
called Kramer.

And Formula D.

I need to see it.

It will be very expensive.

A print is worth $1,000.

Why so much?

Devaluation.

The dollar just
took another dip.

Oh, hi.
Hi, there. How are you today?

Well, I'm kind of in a hurry.
How are you fellas doing?

Oh, wonderful,
wonderful, thank you.

Um, we're in the neighborhood
talking to people about the future.

Yeah, well, I'm just
a little preoccupied

with getting through
the present.

I'm Brother Leonard,

this is Brother Bert.

We're with
the Church of Divine Metaphysical Awareness.

A few moments
of your time now

could mean salvation
for eternity.

I'm sorry,
but you'll have to excuse me.

Well, back off now.
What is this?

Now, where can we find
the man called Angel?

I don't know.
He moves around a lot. Why?

Never answer a question
with a question, Mr. Rockford.

Let's get in the car
and go someplace where we can talk about it.

Whatever.

You just call me Mr. Jones.
Now, you got some baksheesh?

You're 1,000 short.

What, are you trying to do
a number here?

I don't play "owe me."

You either pony up
or you take the pipe.

Yeah?

Open up, Angel.

Yeah, all right.

Wait a minute, Jimmy, I'm...
Be right with you. I've got kind of a

flu or I'd invite you in,
Jimmy, but...

Why don't you give me a call
and we'll talk it out on the horn later, huh?

We'll talk now.

Hey, what's the matter.
What are you angry at me for? What'd I do?

You're not getting
out of this room till you spill it, Angel, huh?

I wanna know why a couple
of the Lord's messengers

just used a.38
to put the fear of God in me.

Well, hey, that's your bag,
isn't it, Jimmy?

I mean, you always get
in a mess like that.

They were looking for you

and the mess is
they think I'm your friend, so let's hear...

What in the hell
is all this?

Oh, it's just for show,
not for go.

There ain't even
no bullets in it.

I filed down the firing pin
so it wouldn't go off accidentally.

What did you do, huh?

Did you knock over
a Girl Scout cookie drive?

You know what you're gonna say
when I tell you?

You're gonna say,
"Why didn't I think of that?"

The best con
is the simplest, right?

I'm telling you, Jimmy,
it is the sweetest scam.

You got any idea
how many people out there want to get rid of somebody?

Well, I just let 'em know
that I can do it.

Half now, half later.

I'm telling you
they eat it up. It is so hot, Jimmy.

It's one soft stroke.

You're moonlighting
as a hit man?

That's what they're buying.

I just take the front money
and fade away,

and they gotta eat their lunch
all by themselves.

What are they gonna do,
call the cops?

How many times have you
worked this scam, Angel?

Only once so far.
But the ad only came out last week.

The ad?

"International Mercenary"?

Well, it ain't the kind
of thing you want to put in Boys' Life.

Page 55.

"Let Mr. Jones
make your bones."

It's a blind ad.

They don't know
the real me from Adam.

Pathetic suckers.

No, you're
the pathetic one, Angel.

And you don't seem to have
a handle on this.

You burned somebody,
you welched a deal.

They've already
put us together.

If they can tag me,
they can find you.

So, we're taking it
to the cops

before somebody
leans on me again.

Wait, Jimmy. I don't wanna
go talking to the cops.

You know the way
their mind works.

I mean, I may have to pay
some time for this.

You don't want to see me
be "long" again, do you?

I could care less.
You're gonna tell 'em who hired you.

Well, I don't know
who it was!

I mean, it was some
rhinestone cowhand.

You seen one clod kicker,
you seen 'em all.

Listen, Jimmy,

I've been thinking about
taking this thing out on the road,

do you know what I mean?
Putting the scam on wheels.

Go to, like, Sarasota,
Gulfport, McAlester.

Just make a circuit
out of the thing, you know what I mean?

Then when it all blows over,
I bring it back here.

Hey, who is this?

Um, that's some guy
from the Linotype room,

passed on. It's a keepsake.
I was quite fond of it.

What's his name?
Mmm...

He's the guy you're
supposed to hit, isn't he?

Now who is he
and where do we find him?

That's the guy
from the Linotype room. Billy Ben Edwards.

He had a stroke
while he was setting the headlines.

Who is this guy and
where do we find him, huh?

People don't usually just
want to murder strangers.

Now, maybe this guy can
put us on to the cowboy who hired you to kill him.

Well, that's coppin' out
on my scam. I'm not gonna do that.

Oh, yes, you are!

Because I want to get on
with my life in one piece.

So you just put on your
walking shoes, Mr. Jones,

or you can take your chances
with the cops.

You mean you want me
to face this guy?

Angel, these missionaries
are somehow

tied up with the cowboy
you just burned.

Now, if they're willing
to kill me just to get to you,

can you imagine what they'd be
willing to do to you?

You might be right about
the repercussions on this deal.

Why didn't I think of that?

Are you sure
this is the right address?

The victim's name
was Kramer?

What am I, blind?
It was written down.

Let's try the back.

Try the back door.

I'll see if the truck
is registered to his home or his business.

No luck.

Didn't the cowboy give you
Kramer's home address?

Uh-uh. You know, Jimmy,
I was thinking, what if this Kramer had an accident?

It happens all the time,
a car wreck

or somebody tried
to take off the store and blow him away

or he gets electrocuted
or eats salmonella, I don't know...

Yeah?

Then I'd be off the hook,
wouldn't I?

Wrong. It's too much
of a coincidence,

then we'd have to
talk to the cops.

Now, what's his
home address?

1444 Johnson Avenue
in Tarzana.

Let's go.

Let's go!

What took you
so long, Officer?

I must've phoned in
20 minutes ago.

Well, I wouldn't know
about that, sir. The call just came over.

You the one
who reported gunfire?

Uh-huh.
They were shotgun blasts. Two of 'em.

Came from the cleaners.

All right, thank you.
I'll check it out.

Oh, they've gone now.

But I got a real good look
at one of the men,

and I even saw
the getaway car.

Wrote down
the license number.

Firebird.
Kind of copper colored. Mmm-hmm.

Fancy wheels on it.

All right, sir.
Thank you very much. You stay back now.

Cops. Looks like
our timing's off.

Yeah, just a skosh.

I don't wanna go back
without that formula.

Why don't you check
the police bands? See what we can pick up.

Hey, Jimmy,
pull in this place up here for just a sec, okay?

I gotta use the head.

Yeah, sure.

Just make it quick, huh?

Oh, yeah.

God,
lock got stuck.

I was trying
to open the door.

I couldn't.
Banging away on it and nobody heard it.

Stow it, Angel,
you beard's beginning to sweat.

You're holding
something out on me. I could tell in the car.

I just get the feeling
that we might find out what it is

back at Kramer's Cleaners,
so let's start moving.

Jimmy, I can't do that.

I'm not gonna argue
with you, Angel.

You don't understand, Jimmy.
He's dead. What?

His face was gone.
I almost lost my breakfast.

Well, why didn't you say so?

'Cause you would've
called the cops.

I should've done that
to start with

instead of mucking around
with you.

If I had, he'd probably
still be alive right now.

Yeah, I'm not gonna
take the heat for that.

I mean, what,
are you gonna blame me for the morals of the world?

I'm only trying
to turn a buck.

We're going to the cops
right now, Angel.

Jimmy, we can't go now.
How we gonna explain it now?

I just walk right
in there and blow the whole thing clean.

I'm not worried. I'm just
sick to death of this.

There. Here. No, no.

These guys'll do
just as good as any.

You couldn't mean that.
You can't.

Oh, you just watch me.

Excuse me, Officer.
Yes, sir?

All units, all frequencies.

Update on 187,
Kramer's Cleaners.

Suspect vehicle
is brown Firebird,

license number 853
Ocean King George.

Driver is white male,
6'2", brown on brown.

Now, could I help you, sir?

Well, yes, sir,
I was just looking at your front tire here.

I think it's a little
low on air. It could be dangerous.

Yeah. Thank you, sir.

Stay away from it.

We can't be seen near it.

What's the matter?
Cat get your tongue?

"I'm not worried," he says.

Daddy, you folded like
a cheap paper bag.

I never saw
anything like it. Put a cork in it, Angel!

Big goodie two-shoes
gonna be the model citizen.

What happened
to Mr. Do-Right...

Angel, you're
driving me crazy.

Do you understand?
I am going crazy, I can't take it anymore!

Jimmy...
Years and years and years,

I'm going out of my mind!

Your stupid, ridiculous

lies and games,
year after year!

Jimmy, my windpipe.

Look at me,
look at me, look at me!

Jimmy?

Just don't say anything.
Just don't say anything!

Hey, Jimmy.

What?

I'm sorry.

Want a stick of fruit gum?

Who's this man?

Martin. Angel Martin.

That's him.
That's the hit man.

I almost missed him
without the beard and dark glasses.

Hit man?

I'm sorry I can't go
into the specifics,

but I'd like you
to bring him in for questioning.

Uh, just a minute,
Commander.

Naval Intelligence is imposing
a little heavily

on the hospitality
around here, don't you think?

Lieutenant Chapman said
anything I needed.

Well, I also heard the word
"cooperation" in there, too,

and it seems to me, well...
Well, that we're giving a little bit more

than we're getting.

I mean, you fly all the way
out here from Washington

and you tell us all
a crime is gonna take place.

You ask for all kinds of perks

and, well, we ask you
for some details and you say you can't get into it.

I apologize, Lieutenant.
But certain data remains classified.

National Security.
You understand.

Could you get me
some coffee?

Becker?

Lieutenant, I was hoping
you could bring this man in for questioning.

I believe he's taken
a contract to kill someone named Kramer.

Angel Martin.

This is a report on a shooting
at Kramer's Dry Cleaning.

Rockford's car was ID'd
leaving the scene.

Listen, if you'd like me
to handle this,

I'd be more than happy
to take it off your hands.

I know you'd be happy
to handle the press end of it anyway.

Excuse me,
but Rockford,

that was the other name
that came up.

Came up where?

I'm afraid
I can't disclose that.

It's no big surprise,
Commander. They're known associates.

I'll update the APB.

Chapman, yeah.

There's a call
for Lieutenant Becker on line one.

A Mr. Rockford.

Well, thank you very much.
This must be my lucky day.

Rockford on line one.

See if you can talk him in.
I'll run a trace on the call, okay?

Hello.
Dennis? I got a little problem.

Yeah, how you doing?
What can I do for you?

Well, it's just
a hypothetical question really,

but let's just suppose
that a man got shot in a holdup

and it came to
another party's attention

that somebody
wanted him killed.

How would you feel about
granting the witness immunity

in exchange
for his testimony?

Well, it seems
reasonable to me.

I don't know about the DA.

Why don't you come on in
and we'll hash this out.

That's eminently
reasonable of you, Dennis.

Sounds like we have
a bad connection.

Yeah. We've been having
trouble on the line all day.

You nearby?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm playing ball in
the fast lane of the freeway because I'm stupid.

I don't know from last week,
right, Dennis?

Becker!

Thirty seconds,
that's all I needed. Thirty seconds.

Sorry, Doug.
I did the best I could.

Thanks.

All units, all frequencies.

Update on suspects wanted
for questioning are,

one, Evelyn Angel Martin,
no known address,

two, James Rockford,
29 Cove Road, Malibu,

registered owner
of suspect vehicle.

Descriptions to follow.

Wait, whoa,
what was that address?

Something on
Cove Road, Malibu.

The name was Rockford.

Let's go.
Maybe the surf's up.

Hey, Dad, thanks
for picking us up.

Well, we'll see you
after a while. That's okay.

Hey, remember, this here's
a loaner the truck agency let me have,

so you be careful.
We'll take it easy. Bye.

So long, sonny. Angel.

What's that address?

That's where I'm supposed
to get the rest of my money.

Ain't too far from here.
Yeah?

Yeah, well,
five Gs is five Gs, you know what I mean, boss?

The cops think I did it,
maybe the cowboy will think so, too.

Just 'cause Kramer got
snuffed, no reason to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I figure if I'm gonna
get the credit,

I might as well
get paid for it.

Yeah, maybe you
got something there.

Do I?

Well, yeah.

Yeah, that's not
a bad idea, you know.

If we can grab the guy
who hired you,

maybe we can
deal our way out with the cops.

So, you expect
to set him up?

Ain't gonna
take it like that.

I got enough people
on my case already.

Angel, you got
a short memory.

I don't think that cowboy's
gonna show. Let's go.

No, no, no. You go over
to those bins,

and act like you know
what you're doing.

I'll stay here out of sight.

But those bins...
Just go, Angel.

You kept me waiting.

Sorry. Couldn't be helped.

I didn't want to come
looking for you.

No need to.

Come on, get in. Get in!

Oh, no, Jimmy. Come on.
Hey, it all went south. Forget it.

All we have to do
is push 'em.

He'll pick up a cop
sooner or later.

Jimmy, don't push 'em
no more.

Don't push 'em
no more, Jimmy.

Jimmy, don't push 'em
no more!

Give me that.

Five Gs. They thought
they were gonna blow me away and snatch it back.

Well, they're gonna
eat it on this one.

The cops were gonna
find this on your body

and that'd be
the end of the case.

"I see now that
my whole life of violence has been a mistake.

"I repent the killing
of Louis Kramer

"and seek forgiveness
in the eyes of the Lord."

They are right though.

Your whole life
has been a mistake.

Come on!

That formula
could be anyplace.

We don't even know
if this Rockford's got it.

He wasted Kramer, right?
So it don't hurt to look.

I found some jeans
back there.

New ones?
Nah.

Forget it then.

We got to find this Rockford
and talk to him in person.

Hey, here's a relative.

Joseph Rockford.

Afternoon.
What can I do for you?

Hey. What is this?
What's going on here?

Where's your boy, pops?

Hey, who are
you guys, anyway?

Your son mention anything
about a formula?

Did he stash anything
around this dump?

What are you talking about?
Get out of my house. Go on, get out!

Check the other rooms.

When did Rocky get
a new car?

That's not his.
Scoot over here, Angel.

Park it up there.

Nobody knows nothing.
What time's your kid get home?

Hey, I found these jeans
in the bedroom.

Some of them look new.
What do you think we ought to do?

Let's run 'em through the lab
just in case.

Mmm-hmm. No.

I want you to answer that
and be real careful what you say.

If it's your son
and you tip him off,

you're gonna be breathing
out the back of your head.

Hello.
Dad, this is Jim.

I hope you don't need
the truck back right away.

I'd like to keep it
for a while.

No, sonny.
I guess it's all right.

Thanks, thanks.
I'm down at the pier on a payphone

and waiting for a guy
and he's late.

A guy? What guy?

Well, I ran into
a little trouble, Dad, and...

Oh, wait, wait,
wait a minute,

Angel's waving at me.
This might be him.

Oh, see you later, Dad.

Lookit, he's down at the pier
and it sounds like he's rushed.

Hey, Dad?
Jim!

Are you all right?
I thought you was...

No, I was calling from
the Emersons next door.

I just wanted to get
these two guys out of here.

Who were they, Dad?
Did they say?

No, they didn't say.
But those are the kind of guys that'll do anything.

Those are the kind of guys
that start out by lying to their own fathers.

Oh, you heard, huh?

Yeah, I heard it
on the TV news before those fellas got here.

It's murder, sonny.

Some poor, old dry cleaner
out there in Reseda,

and you had the nerve
to ask me to borrow the truck

because the fuel pump
was out on your car.

The only reason you didn't
want to use your car

was because it's a hot car.
That's why.

Dad... Dad, I'm sorry,
I just wanted to keep you out of it.

Would you tell me
what they wanted here?

Probably
because of him.

You hang out
with the likes of him

and you're gonna end up
like that old movie. Dust'll be your destiny!

Get out of my refrigerator!

Just a little chicken bone
or something.

We've been on the road,
and I'm starved.

No!
Dad, what happened?

Well, these two fellas
come charging in here

and talking about some
formula or something,

then they left
and took my jeans.

Took your jeans?

That's all they took
was your jeans?

Well, at 18 bucks a pair,
that's nothing to sneeze at.

That doesn't make any sense.

Well, now I am very sorry,
but that is what happened.

I tell you,
you can't imagine how I felt

watching them interview that
Lieutenant Chapman on the TV,

and him talking about you
and Dennis there, nodding his head,

and Chapman talking
about you and about murder.

You know this herring?
Would it kill you if I finished off the jar?

I'm tired of feeding you.

A formula?

And they took
all your jeans but these?

Probably the wrong size.

Then the others wouldn't be
the right size either, would they?

Then after the lieutenant
got through raking you over the coals,

here comes this
Naval Intelligence officer.

All he can say is,
"No comment."

I just don't know
what to think.

I don't either.
Naval Intelligence.

Guys stealing
blue jeans.

These jeans that they left,
they're both made by Broncbusters.

Now, why wouldn't
they take them, too?

I use to wear Broncbusters.
They ripped in the seat.

They said something about
running those through the lab.

Police lab, maybe?

Hey, Jimmy,
it's coming to me now.

Now, these guys,
they steal jeans, pants. And Kramer...

Kramer ran a dry cleaner.

Yeah?

And?
That's it.

Oh, man, I'd just like to
wipe this whole week off the tape.

Commander?

Excuse me, Commander.

I really would have
appreciated it if you had

asked me before you go through
Kramer's inventory.

That's departmental impound.

Now, Lieutenant Chapman
said it was okay.

This particular
box of things. Where did it come from?

Well, they're just things
that were in the cash tray in the register.

Uh, customers' unpaid bills,
business cards, reminders. Why?

I'm just trying to get things
organized in my mind.

I see. Okay. Right.

I want to call
San Diego Naval Base.

Lieutenant Petrillo.

Intelligence Branch.

Well, it sure beats me
why the Navy would be interested in this thing.

There's got to be some tie-in
between the formula and Kramer.

Of course, there's, uh,
two guys stealing dungarees,

a pair of murderous
evangelists

and some clown
in a cowboy hat.

I can't be bothered
thinking about it no more.

You haven't thought
about it at all.

We gotta get back
to square one.

Local chapter's
in Santa Monica.

Oh, no. Jimmy. Now, I'm not
having nothing to do with those guys.

Wrong again.

First, we're gonna
drop Rocky at L. J.'s.

Hello, I'm Brother Randolph.
May I help you?

James Talbot, associate
of Crowell & Finch, attorneys-at-law.

We're representing Mr. Nash
in the matter regarding the Bibles.

The Bibles?

See, I told you
they'd play dumb.

Please, Mr. Nash.
Let me handle this.

Yes, we'd like to see
brothers Leonard and Bert.

Since they're the ones
that made the transaction,

we'd like to deal
with them directly

in order to
expedite the procedure.

I'm afraid I don't understand.
Won't you come in, please?

Yes, thank you.

Now, what is it
they've done?

Done? They ran up
a $4,500 bill,

and that's just
the tooling charges.

Doesn't even include
the prototype run.

Now, hold on.
You lower your voice.

This is a house of worship.

You don't come in here
running off at the mouth,

making all sorts of
loose charges.

Loose charges.
Uh, Mr. Nash, please.

That's why I'm here.

These are not at all
loose charges.

We're preparing an itemization
of all charges and penalties

along with a claim
for damages owed

Nash Printers
for inconvenience...

Personal aggravation.

Loss of business.
Amen.

Are you saying that
two of our people ordered some Bibles printed?

Not "some Bibles."

They ordered
The Visible Testament.

The what?

Four color prints,
plastic overlay in Moroccan leather

with parchment
for the Psalms, and a photo supplement.

You should've seen
the Song of Solomon.

Beautiful outlay.

Thumb-indexed
with a concordance.

Well, I must admit
it all sounds quite impressive.

You got that straight.

But our members
are not authorized to make

any such commitment
on behalf of the church.

Well, nonetheless, we have
Mr. Nash's sworn statement

along with the statement
of two witnesses that they did so.

They gave this chapter
as their business address.

Are you really contending
that you have never received

any of my telephone messages
in this regard?

None whatsoever.

Uh, I find this a little
hard to swallow, Brother Randolph,

but I think
I should advise you

that if this should escalate
into a full-scale litigation,

that your position would be
somewhat untenable

due to our phone records
of telephone calls placed but never answered.

Well, we have had some
new people on the switchboard

and the place has been
rather hectic

with the holiday
crunch and all.

But none of this
makes any difference.

No material of any kind
can be acquired

without the approval
of the Mother House in Milwaukee.

I'm afraid without
such a purchase order

we couldn't consider
the obligation to be valid.

Well, as distasteful
as it may be,

I think we may have to
consider the possibility of criminal charges.

It seems to indicate that
there is intent to defraud.

If you're suggesting that
Glory House is involved in any sort of complicity,

this conversation is over.

Oh, Brother Randolph,
we would like to isolate the church per se,

but when we're dealing
with a public hearing

in a fraud case involving
two of its members,

the attendant publicity
could result in a stigma.

I can't imagine
a proceeding of this kind

not having a negative effect
on donations.

We would like to avoid that
if at all possible.

Well, let me assure you
that our main intent

is to deal directly
with Brother Leonard and Brother Bert.

If you could give us
their address,

we will take
appropriate measures to notify them of our actions.

And also we'll take
every possible precaution

to disavow
the church's liability.

Uh-uh. Forget it. I'm gonna
give this gang a holiday crunch they'll never forget.

If you'll wait right here, um,

I'll see if I can
find the address.

Maybe we could come
to some agreement.

Hallelujah.

Thank you,
Brother Randolph.

This is weird.
This is the right address,

but you'd think it'd be
a house or an apartment, wouldn't you?

Yeah, I sure would.
You know the dude at the Glory House

probably gave us
a bum steer.

Let's hit the pavement, Jimmy.

Come on.

Hold this.

Look at
all this gear, Jimmy.

What do you think,
they're like ham operators?

Yeah.

And Russian spies.

What?
Come on, Jimmy.

No, no, I'm serious.
I think that's it.

That's a cipher machine.

Now, I think
they're secret agents.

Church thing is just
one of their covers.

Well, praise the Lord.

We'll take Jones first.

Hey...

Hey, you're just trying
to scare us, right?

You figure we probably
saw the movie

and that we'd be so scared
that we'd tell you

what you wanted to know.

It worked.
What do you want to know?

You don't have to hurt me.

Just start me talking
and I'll tell you everything I know.

Now, Mr. Jones,

we've been unable
to locate our formula.

We've looked
in lots of places.

Places where Mr. Kramer
logically would have stored it,

according to the manual.

As they say,
"No soap."

Now, as you
must have surmised,

one of the reasons
you were hired

was so that you
could be eliminated

after the fact.

This way it would appear
that all the people involved

were, shall we say, domestic.

But as it turns out,

we're lucky to have you here
so we can ask you some pertinent questions.

Obviously, you decided
to go into business for yourself, didn't you?

I think he's trying
to tell us something.

All in good time,
Mr. Jones, all in good time.

And how did you know that
Mr. Kramer was going to defect from the Soviet Union?

Where did you learn
about Formula D?

Did Mr. Kramer tell you
about it just in order to save his life?

Would you kindly
remove the cotton?

I didn't kill Kramer.
I didn't even know it was Kramer till I saw him.

I didn't know nothing
about the formulas. That's the truth.

Then why can't we
locate the formula?

I don't know!

Damn it!

Circuit breaker.
See if they're in here. I'll check the mains.

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.

Where did the other guy go?

He went to the main breaker.

Come on. Watch it.

Sure you don't want one?

I don't want nothing else
in my mouth tonight.

Suit yourself.
It's good stuff.

They make great tacos here,
just super salsa.

Hey, we gotta try
to figure this thing out, you know.

All right, now, we'll start
with Kramer, huh?

He's a Soviet plant.
He wants to defect,

but the Russkies decide that
they want to liquidate him.

But then he gets killed
in the robbery at the cleaners

and they somehow lose track
of this Formula D.

Then the guys at Rocky's,

they think that we have it
because they spotted my car at the scene.

Yeah, but why did they swipe
Rocky's jeans, huh?

Where does Naval Intelligence
fit in?

The KGB. They're worse
than the cops here.

I'm telling you,
they got a license to kill.

They throw people
in the loony bin for not attending parades.

All right, all right.

Try this one on for size, huh?

Kramer somehow gets hold
of this formula.

It's something big,
it's a chemical compound,

mathematical equation,
I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's worth
a lot of bucks, huh?

So he decides to sell it,

just to finance
his defection. Right?

But then he gets smoked
before the deal goes down.

Mexico, Guatemala.
That's the thing for us now.

Now, hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Suppose it wasn't Kramer
who got killed, huh?

Maybe that's why
he got shot in the face.

Jimmy...
No, no, no, really.

That guy's a Russian.
He hasn't been fingerprinted in this country,

so he'd be a tough ID, huh?

So he goes out and he gets
a wino, an illegal alien.

You know, same build,
same age.

He puts him in a suit,
puts him up behind the counter and blows him away.

That leaves him free
to go underground and sell the formula.

Nobody knows this yet,
so the agents are still sniffing around.

Jimmy, that don't mean
anything to us.

We are men without a country.
We're wanted here.

Only in Mexico and Guatemala
is where they're gonna be sniffing around.

You know, Russians
are a hot ticket down there

with the dissatisfied farmers
and the ticked-off students.

These guys at Rocky's
who were stealing the jeans...

Oh, not that again. Come on.
That's absolutely hopeless.

...so they can
run 'em through a lab.

But they don't steal
all the jeans.

They leave the pairs
of Broncbusters 'cause they don't need 'em.

Or, no, maybe...

Maybe it's 'cause they
already know everything about them.

Huh?

Ah.

What?

Mmm-hmm.

Could you direct us
to the lab, please?

What is the nature
of your business?

My name is Clifford Morrell,
this is Mr. Markowitz.

We're from the State Board
of Industrial Safety, here on inspection.

Oh, well, I have to notify
Dr. Duffy first.

Well, I'm afraid
that won't be possible.

Well, not since
the legislature amended Title 20

of the Noise Level and
High Toxins Act, February 1.

All inspections
are now unannounced.

Anyone who communicates
prior knowledge is guilty of misdemeanor collusion.

Mmm.
I know, I know.

It's a pain to all of us,
but it's something we have to live with.

Nader, you know.

Well, it's through that door,
down that hall, the first door to the left.

I'll be doggone.

The gentlemen
that were at Rocky's.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, hey, the Kelvin meter.

Uh, we might as well
go out and get it now

as come back later
and lug it in.

Almost lost 'em
in that patch of fog.

Yeah, that's Kramer,
all right.

You stay here
and keep an eye on 'em.

I'm gonna find a phone
and call the cops.

Bravo Two?
The beeper we planted on the Broncbuster car

shows they've turned
left on Old County 14.

We're moving in on them.

No, no, don't.

You go straight down
County 14, then turn left after the dry wash, Dennis.

Right.

All right, who are you
and what are you doing here?

I'm nobody,
I was just hanging around.

All right,
hold it right there!

All right, drop your weapons.

I said hold it right there.
You're not goin' anywhere.

That's what you think.

Rockford, are you sure
that this is where the communications gear sat?

Yeah.
Actually, this disappearance works in our favor, Doug.

In dealing with the press.

Yeah, yeah, you're right.

There's no proof there were
any KGB agents here.

And anything
as troublesome as that should never come out.

Hey, Doug, there was some guy
outside of the office.

He was waiting for
an appointment. A patient.

He said the place
was never too busy,

but he never saw anything
out of the ordinary either.

And he said that he did
pretty good work.

Let me spitball
a press release.

Police still have no leads
concerning a shoot-out in which Louis Kramer,

believed murdered earlier
this week, was injured.

Kramer, who refused to talk...

Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Bob, just a second. Uh...

That makes us
sound like imbeciles.

I mean,
we do know some things.

Why don't you let me
write the press release.

I'm considered
very good at it.

I really can't
let that happen, Doug.

National interests
could be compromised.

All this is happening
on my time,

so I'd like to know exactly
what Kramer was selling, huh?

The way you guys are
dancing around,

I'd like to know
my legal position,

just in case
this thing should get nasty.

Rockford, why don't you
just shut up?

You're here to
answer questions, not ask them.

Yeah, all right.
I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll write
the press release, huh?

That's right, I'll walk
right into the newsroom.

I'll tell them everything
I saw down there.

That's right and there's
nothing preventing him from doing that.

As a matter of fact...

I know what he can do
and can't do.

What are you,
in law school or something?

All right, all right, come on.
Can we get on with it?

The formula
did come from Russia, is that correct?

This is off the record?

You've probably read
that American jeans have been quite a hot item

with Soviet youth
for some time.

But they're difficult
to get there and the official party line

is that they represent
decadent Western values.

Actually, it was
an economic sanction,

too much money
flowing out of Russia.

I heard something
about that, yeah.

Well, the Soviets
put their heads to the problem

and they came up
with a formula

for denim.

Turned out it was superior
to anything known.

Wears like iron.

Apparel made from it
would have an average life of six to seven years.

Yeah, but where does the Navy
fit into all of this?

Well, let me
take a stab at that.

Dungarees.
The official Navy work uniform.

With the Soviet wear factor,
we could have saved millions in tax dollars.

And when Kramer
decides to defect,

he wants to sell it to
private enterprise. Broncbusters.

Who now have us by the throat.
We'll have to pay their price.

We were trying
to prevent that.

But who knows,
we take them to court,

the sale may be ruled illegal
and therefore invalid.

Blue jeans? You mean
I risked my life for some lousy blue jeans?

I thought it would at least be
for a missile component

or a cover for a satellite.

You better be interested
in blue jeans.

You're gonna be wearing them
for at least the next six months.

I'm talking about
confidence swindling,

conspiracy to commit murder...

Jenkins, get in here!

The Navy even has a film
in which you appeared

that the DA wants
to subpoena.

Take Mr. Jones out of here
and book him.

Wait, see, actually,
by deluding the man who hired me,

I could be considered
as having functioned in the capacity

as a potential deterrent
as to the execution of the crime.

Yeah, but we don't
consider you that way.

Jimmy, you wanna call
little Edgar, set up bond? Jimmy!

The place is cleared out,
but we found these in a desk.

What's that?

Hey, hey, you don't suppose

these came from Havana?

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