All language subtitles for Rockford Files s05e20e21.eng

You don't run cons
on gantseh machers, pal.

You do if they
fleeced your father of his will to live.

It's going to be
very interesting,

working together
after eight years.

Oh, it's going to be
so much more than interesting.

Well, I knew it was popular

but we're talking
about millions here.

Incredible, isn't it?

Hundred thousand even.
I want to race this buttercup.

But you just bought yourself
a race car.

ROCKFORD
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

Mr. Rockford,
Ms. Collins from the Bureau of Licenses.

We got your renewal
before the extended deadline

but not your check.

I'm sorry, but at midnight
you're no longer licensed as an investigator.

Mr. Sakowitz,
don't tell me you can't do anything.

Legal? How can it be
legal to steal a man's property?

This... This bandit gets
my printing plant, I get bubkes!

What kind of "legal"
is that, Sakowitz?

Why don't you take
your attorney's advice, Mr. Brockelman?

It's all over.
You're out of business.

What, because you
say so?

Get out! We're closed.

We're out of business.

Majority opinion.

City council,
zoning commission, Sakowitz and Greenspan.

Now, that is a very
prestigious law firm.

I do business
with them myself from time to time.

In other words,
you also bought my attorney.

Well, you paid
for legal advice, you got legal advice.

Sign it.

You can buy everybody
from here to Sacramento.

I'm not
signing anything.

Harry, I think
the gentleman needs a pen.

Hey, Mom.

Not now, Richie.
What happened?

Your father
needs help.

What? Why?
What happened?

What didn't happen?

Richie...
Are you all right?

Listen to me,
"Are you all right?"

You should be
in the hospital.

Did you call
the doctor?

Your father
wouldn't let me.

It's a couple of bruises.
It's nothing.

Medical expert.

What about
internal injuries?

They hit you in the stomach,
they hit you in the chest.

Hit you?
Who hit you?

Why aren't
the cops here?

No police.

Richie, this is
very important.

We can't bring
the police into this.

Look, it's all over.
I sold the plant, that's all.

Twenty-five years
is a long time.

You know I've been
talking about retiring.

Who bought
the plant, Dad?

Harold Jack Coombs.

The big sports promoter?
The one who owns the LA Icers?

And the one
who wants to build a race track

right where your
father's business is.

Your father
got up in front of the city council.

We should have
known better.

You can't fight
a man like that.

You try it
and he destroys you.

Is that
what happened, Dad?

You opposed Coombs,
so he forced you to sell?

He had you beaten up
until you agreed to it?

Well, you can't
just sit there and take that.

You have to file
assault charges.

Call him on it. Publicly.

Richie, son,
you don't understand.

This man is a real
gantseh macher.

He's a political power.

I file charges,
I guarantee,

I'm the one
who goes to jail.

I signed the bill of sale.

I have the man's check,
$40,000.

Yeah, but if you signed
under duress...

Look, Richie,
don't make a tummel.

It could get worse.

All right, sweetheart.

Forty thousand dollars!

Dad, the plant
is worth a half a million.

Come on, will you?
Twenty-five years work!

We gotta do something!

He did it nice and legal.

What should we do?

Get a gun
and steal it back?

Dad, I may not know
a lot about the printing business,

but when
it comes to crooks

I am one savvy
little sucker.

I want you to tell me
everything that happened,

right down to the very
last detail.

My little boy
is going to tackle Harold Jack Coombs?

He's going to get
my printing plant back?

How is what I ask.

I don't know, Dad,

but if it's possible,
I promise you I'll do it.

So finally they just
went down there

with some real old-fashioned
Jack Palance moves,

they kicked him around
until he signed the bill of sale.

You should see his face, Jim.
It's all black and blue.

He's just sitting there
at home staring at the wall,

saying stuff like,
"That's a real gantseh macher. "

What?

That's Jewish for
a big-time heavyweight

and believe me, Jim,
for Dad,

that's a real throwback.

He, he just doesn't use
Yiddish idioms.

It's like he's suddenly
become my grandfather or something.

I'm worried about him, Jim.
I'm real worried.

It sounds like a real bummer.

I wish I could do
something to help.

Well, uh,
the thing of it is, is Jim, I was, you know,

just sitting there thinking
and, you know, scratching the old beanbag

and I said to myself,
"Rich, you're good.

"Well, you know, pretty good.

"But when it comes
to suave and smooth,

"boy, you run a shabby second
to old James S. Rockford."

Oh, hey, really.

No, no, no, I mean it's true.

You're the softball king.

I've seen you slow-pitch
some real tough characters.

Really now, come on.

Unfortunately,
you throw anything but little garters

at a guy like Coombs,
they're gonna come back and hit you in the forehead.

I mean, he's too big,
he's too powerful and a lousy bet.

Oh, hey, Dad,
how long you've been here?

Hey, what
are you doing?

I never knowed you
had a waffle maker.

I don't.
That thing hasn't worked in over two years.

Well, did you check
the connection?

Maybe just a loose
wire or something.

It could be
a lemon, too.

Let's just put it
back in the car and get it out of here, huh?

Well, no need
cramming all this stuff into your car.

We'll put it in the pickup
and I'll deliver them on my way home.

We put it the pickup
and six months from now

I'm going to go
over to your place

and I'm going to find it
all squirreled away in your garage.

It goes to the
Goodwill, Dad.

Oh, hey,
look who's here. It's Richie.

I know, it's Richie.

Dad, I told you
it goes to the Goodwill. Didn't you hear me?

Hey, how you doing,
Mr. Rockford?

Boy, it sure is nice
to see a father and son

working together like this.

You know, I used
to help out my dad.

Of course, he's really
under the weather now.

That's why
I came by here today.

How come?

Well, I wanted to ask
Jim to help

but he's too busy
right now.

So I guess,
you know, Mom and I

are gonna have to
work it out best we can.

Dad's attitude
is really, really bad.

I'll give it a week,
maybe two

and he's straight
into St. Mary's,

or worse yet,
that home for the aged over on Crenshaw.

He's lost
everything he has.

Of course, you know,
like I said,

Jim, he's real busy...
Richie...

Hey, Jim,
I understand.

I mean,
if you're too busy, you're too busy.

What did I do?
Did I make an appointment?

Did I call up
and say,

"Hey, Jim, I need
two weeks of your time?"

No sir,
I sure didn't.

So now you say
you're too busy,

I understand,
that's good enough for me.

No kidding?
Now, wait a minute.

Just hold the phone,
you fellas.

Look, sonny,
if this boy's daddy needs help

and you are
too busy delivering

perfectly good things
to the Goodwill,

then I am going to lose
a lot of confidence in you.

Would you excuse us
for just a moment?

What're you
trying to do, huh?

Hey, I need your help.

If I can't get this
for my father legally,

I'm gonna run
a game on Coombs.

You're gonna what?

A con. I figured
you knew more about it than I did

so I came over
and I asked,

but you're too busy
with your waffle irons

and your toasters.
So I'm leaving.

Hey, hey. A con?

You don't run cons
on gantseh machers, pal.

You do if they
fleeced your father of his will to live.

You try to run a game
on Harold Jack Coombs

and blow it,
you're gonna end up doing so much time,

they could stack it
on end!

My experience tells me
anybody who is greedy can get took.

I'm telling you,
Richie,

now, you don't
run games on legits.

Legits always go
to the cops.

You can't blow
the mark off worth a damn.

You can't use the stall,
because they bolt.

Your classic moves
are right down the toilet.

You get a sting one
time out of ten.

I have no
other options.

If you won't help me,
I'm gonna do it by myself.

Look, you got any
seed money?

Yeah, uh, $40,000.

I think I can
come up with forty... It's not enough.

It's all I got!

It's the sum total
of my father's life.

It works out to about
two dollars a day.

It may not be
enough for you, but it's enough for me.

If you don't help
that boy's daddy, I'm going to be mad at you.

Well, life is full of bitter
disappointments, Dad.

I got a question for you.
What are you doing poking around in there again?

Well, I've got
a question for you too.

Where did this
toaster come from?

That toaster?

Oh. That's the one
you gave me for Christmas.

Yeah, $34.75.

Well, it got in there
by mistake!

How was...

Well, I can't...
Those things happen!

Hey, Dad.

How come
you're still awake?

I was just reading.

I guess
I lost track of the time.

You know, I saw
Jim Rockford today.

You remember him?
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, a nice guy.

He's in your
line of work, isn't he?

Yeah, sure is.

Yeah, he's a nice man.
He's a responsible type.

If a man like that
is in the detecting business,

how bad can it be, huh?

You know, I was
thinking today, Dad,

I think it was in 1968,

I was just a kid,

but I remember
the chain of printers

that tried
to buy you out.

Calder and Baer.
Mmm-hmm.

Oh, they made
a fair offer.

I just didn't want
to sell.

Right. So, you didn't.

You stood up to them
and you won.

Well, we can win
this time, too.

Only it's going to be
just a little bit tougher

because you've already
signed the bill of sale.

Uh-oh, I don't think
I want to hear what comes next.

Dad, uh...

I'm gonna need
that $40,000.

Hi.

Where's Sharon?
She's at lunch

and then she's going
to the library.

To the library?
No kidding? The library?

Hey, Jim, I'm kind of
busy here, do you mind?

Knock it off, huh?

You try to work a stall
and a pullback on me,

I'll throw the hook
instead of swallowing it.

Yeah, okay.

What are you in to?

Going through these clippings.

You're serious, aren't you?

I'm looking for a way in.

I figure I gotta
know this bandit before I pull his pants off.

Yeah, well,
the only reason I'm down here is

the Goodwill is just
a couple of blocks away.

Hey, Jim,
this is my problem, it's not yours.

I know it's dangerous,
but my father needs help.

And that guy busted
his britches for me.

How can I explain it?

I mean,
he's just my dad, that's all.

And Jim, this guy
took his business away

with zoning commissions

and city council meetings

and finally
he went down there and he beat him up.

Now my father's
so frightened, he won't fight back!

So I will!

You got anything?
No.

I have maybe one thing.

Coombs is a hypochondriac.

He spends six weeks
out of every year at a clinic.

It's funny,
Howard Hughes was the same way.

Some kind of
germ freak.

I wonder why that is.

Well, maybe it's because
the one thing you can't buy,

no matter
how rich you are, is good health.

Yeah, well, that's what
I was thinking of doing.

Pulling, you know,
some kind of health angle.

Like maybe
giving him symptoms of a tropical disease,

set up a clinic,
run a cure,

charge the guy
a fortune. Never work.

Hey, don't tell me
what will work and what won't work.

You know, you're not
involved in this

so do me a favor
and just butt the hell out, will you?

Richie, come on,
pal, hey, hey.

I don't wanna
see you get jammed up on this thing.

But the reason
it won't work is because

this guy has probably
got 20 doctors.

The minute
that you give him some symptoms,

I mean they're
gonna run him

into one of their own
clinics and diagnose him.

You're gonna be up
to your collar stays in Viennese physicians.

Well, I'm working
on a stall to cover that.

All right. Hey, look. Rich,

I mean, you want
to make a run at this guy,

you gotta come at him
at a crazy angle.

What?
I don't know yet.

Yet?

I don't know

and speaking strictly
as an offstage adviser,

I'll tell you this much,

you're probably
into a big store game, at the very least.

It's gonna cost you
more than 40 grand to finance it.

Oh, I'll get more.

There is one way
that you can set these things up

where the mark ends up
paying for part of the con.

It's an inside sting.

It's a little bitty sting
inside the big one.

Go on. Go on.

Well, as an adviser, huh?

Right, right. No, sir.
Not as an active participant

in any way,
shape or form.

Well, I'd say
that the best way

to pluck a guy
like this is to hit him hard and fast.

Take something away from him
that he really wants.

You know, get him
coming at you instead of you coming at him.

He'll be very leery
of anybody selling anything.

He's got salesmen
coming at him all day long.

Okay, okay. Go on.

Well, the whole
idea of a con

is to start the mark off
working with something

that he understands,

plausible stuff, and then,
with each move,

you take him further
and further away from reality, huh?

You hook him,

you show him the pot of gold
and then you back away.

Then you bring in
the stall.

You get him off balance,

so when you're ready
to sting him,

he's gonna go
for something that, on the first day of the con,

he would have laughed at you
for even suggesting.

Hey, I know all that.

Here, look at this.

"Coombs' Fear of Flying.

"Fact, Fiction
or Just a Negotiating Ploy?"

Is that anything?

Well, I don't know
but on the outside,

I'd say that Mr. Coombs
is dealing with some emotional problems.

Fear of flying, germs.

This could be fun.

So you're in?
Of course not. I'm just playing around.

Oh, absolutely.
Of course not.

I think this guy
Littrell is a natural.

Well, we've got
six naturals,

all of them with enough
hatred for Coombs to play along.

There's Marian Belford.

Coombs lived with her
for six years

and then he
booted her out.

She's suing him for half
the community property.

Then, there's
Congressman Menteer.

No, no, no.

I don't like
broken-down politicians.

No, I think even
if we get this doctor, what's his name,

the cardiologist
that Coombs ruined?

Dr. Davidson.
Yeah.

Even if we get him
to go along,

I don't think he's as good
as this guy Littrell.

Yeah, I guess
maybe you're right.

Maybe I am, maybe I'm not,

I don't think we
ought to waste any time

talking to this guy.

Find out
a little bit more

about Coombs'
obsession for this car.

Now, you said
to find something

that a guy wants
and then take it from him.

You think we can take
this race car away from him?

You ever heard of
racing for pink slips?

Registration slips?

Come on, that's
strictly high school.

You're talking about
a $100,000 race car here

with all sorts
of revolutionary design features.

This car's headed
for the big time.

Maybe.

Maybe it's headed
for my house.

We'll see.

You know, I'm still trying
to get what it is you guys are after.

Well, the thing
of it is,

is we know you're angry
at Jack Coombs.

Angry don't hardly hit
the situation at all.

Well, sir,
if I could just tell you what he did to my father.

You see, we had
a printing business

and he had my father
beaten up.

He took
the business away,

paid him
$40,000 for it,

and it's worth
a half a million!

Well, I got horror stories
of my own, pal.

What's your action
in this anyway, stroke?

Uh, him,
he's just an adviser. No kidding.

Yeah, I'm the one
who wanted to talk to you.

See, we plan on running
a game on Mr. Coombs.

We prop him up
and take his little toy away from him.

Now, what I'd like
to know is

just exactly how fast
is the Coombs Special?

Oh, it's fast, pal.
It's really fast.

In fact, with his man
Vern in the stirrups,

I don't know anybody
who could lay down a faster lap anywhere.

It's gonna flat run away
with anything in its class.

You know, that's what
galls me the most.

Because I damn near
built that thing from the ground up.

All those new
suspension designs,

the air foil,
the new flywheel, everything, they're all mine.

How would you
like to own it?

Ain't nobody
gonna own that thing.

No way at all.

I understand that
Mr. Coombs drives it every now and again.

Ah, you saw
the articles in the newspaper.

Oh, he likes to come out
and shove it around,

you know, show off
to his girlfriends.

He can take it up
to about three quarters of its potential

and handle it
pretty good.

But when it comes time
to push to the limits,

old Mr. Coombs
has some chicken feathers

where his competitive
spirit should be.

Yeah, well, here's my
proposition, Larry.

Could a talented
amateur in this car,

with a little
instruction,

beat Harold Jack Coombs

driving the
Coombs Special?

Well, it would depend
on the amateur.

I could run him off the track

but it would really depend
on how much that amateur is willing to push it.

Hey, I'll push it.
Don't worry about that.

No, no, no.
I'm the amateur.

I thought
you were the adviser.

Yeah, well,
every once in a while

an adviser has
to get out of advising

and do a little
practical application.

Now wait a minute.
Let me see if I got this straight.

I loan you my car.

Work with me
for a couple of days.

And then somehow
you get Coombs to race you.

What do I get
out of this?

Well, if I win,
you get the Coombs Special.

If I lose,
you lose your car

and get to visit me
in the hospital.

Okay, mister,
I'll tell you what.

Let me see you
behind the wheel

and I'll let you know.

So, your dad
lost his business, huh, kid?

Mmm-hmm.

Take a look
at this claw.

Now Mr. Coombs'
notary public, Harry Stone,

he gave me
this special design.

He fixed it up for me
one night after me and Mr. Coombs

had a little
misunderstanding.

Only took him
about six minutes

with a sledge hammer

and two guys
to hold me down.

Anyway, you show up
out here tomorrow morning, we'll have a look, stroke,

and I hope
you're hell on wheels.

A real gantseh macher.

Well, we've got
our shill,

all we need now
is a tale to tell.

Well, Richie,
you did a good job. A lot of good, solid artists.

Thanks.

Odette?

Oh, yeah.
Odette Lependieu.

She wasn't on your list,
but I heard about her from some of the others.

I thought she might
be all right.

It was okay
to invite her, wasn't it?

Yeah, yeah, sure.
She's good.

She is very good.

And a fox.
Mmm.

Angel, you weren't
invited here, were you?

Must have been
an oversight.

Jimmy, I want you to meet
a good friend of mine.

Dr. Herbert Wetherford.

New in town
but old in reputation.

Doc, doc.

Nice to have you with us,
Dr. Wetherford.

Doc.
Mmm?

Doc. Take your pill, okay?

I'm in for 10%
of your fee,

so let's be sure
we make the cut, Daddy.

Put your mind
at rest, Evelyn.

Let's get on with it.

All right, everybody,
can I have your attention, please?

Can you just move
down to the front

and sit in the seats
up here.

Yeah, we gotta
get started here

so if you can hurry up,
that'd be a big help.

Thanks a lot.

All right,
you may have heard

that we're into
a variation of The Big Store here.

On the blackboard
are the characters

and the qualifications
that we'll need.

We'll be screening people
on an individual basis in the conference room.

First up is Albermarle,
Charles J.,

followed by
the Alioto Brothers, Rocco and Kent.

Okay, Toulie,
thanks for dropping by.

We'll be in touch.
Okay.

Bye.
Bye.

Uh, Frederick Doyle.

Hi.

Ah, Frederick.
It's been a long time.

Lodi. We worked
the heiress con on Al Jacobi,

the guy that sponsored
phony rock concerts.

And a sweet one it was.

You were the only one
who got busted.

Too late getting out
of the hotel room.

Hey, what happened?

I really feel embarrassed

about having you come in
and audition, Frederick.

Richie, this is one
of the greats.

No problem.

It's an important scam
and you want things to be right.

If we get into egos,
we might as well give up this business.

Good. The chances are
you'll be doing a variation

of your state
geologist routine.

You'll have to do
some boning up.

Books?
I'm afraid so.

Okay.

I need the job right now.

Okay, hey, always good
to have you aboard, Frederick.

Uh, Michael Groytowicz.

Groytowicz?

Cowboy Mickey...

Just call me Alphabet.

Uh, it says here
that you also work as

Michael Grumman,
attorney at law,

and Viscount Henri
Latache-Villon.

Right. Right.
Sometimes your titles

really work out
well for you.

Especially when you
work in Europe.

But I've also had
a great response

to the viscount in Canada,
New York, Miami.

It goes very big, very big.

You speak any
foreign languages, Mickey?

Languages.

I got a good French accent.

I can go Scottish,
you know, if the speeches are not too long.

And of course, Texas.

Well, thanks
a lot, Mickey.

Thanks for dropping by.
We'll be in touch.

Oh, by the way,

that phone number
that I just gave you, you know,

when you call,
let it ring twice,

hang up and then
call back again.

Got you.

Odette Lependieu?

Hi.

Odette, you speak
a foreign language.

Yes. English.

I meant foreign to Americans.

French, Italian, Spanish,
some German.

And, of course, Urdu,

an old Islamic dialect.

That sound anything
like Egyptian?

I don't speak Egyptian.
I speak Urdu.

Only because
of an old alliance.

That's probably close enough.

We may have
an embassy post for you.

Nice to meet you,
Richard.

That's it.
We have our list.

Tell the others
they'll work at the auction.

You know,
I've been going over the budget.

I think we're gonna
be at least $10,000 short.

Well, we'll just
let Coombs pick up the tab.

We'll have the Hittite pot.

Hey, Jimmy.
What do you think?

Three piece, matching.

Looks great, Angel.

Sorry, I'm not
going to be able to use you on this one.

This has got to be
a class act right down the line

or it's just not
going to happen.

I'm not class?
Is that what you're saying?

I'm not Chichicastenango
enough for you?

Well, thank you
very much, I'm sure.

You can have the twenty.

We're paying
$20 audition fee.

You can still have that
if you want it.

You bet I want it.
On principle, buddy.

You and me
are finished. That's it.

Come on,
let's go to work.

Boy, that was
an education.

I mean, what the hey,
16 years of school

never taught me
what I learned today.

All right, all right,
Richie, I'm in. All right?

I'm going to do it.

You keep soaping me up,
my skin is gonna pucker.

If you rope Coombs like
you roped me, we're gold.

Would you
excuse me a minute?

Still losing
your keys?

Still finding them.

You're looking well,
Odette.

How's Carl?
I have no idea.

Really?

You were so close at one time.

Adversity has a way
of bringing people together.

$50,000 worth?

Mathematics was always
your forte.

It's going to be
very interesting,

working together
after eight years.

Oh, it's going to be
so much more than interesting.

Well, how did I do?

I keep telling you,
you've got to drop your RPMs going into the turn

and pick up the speed
coming out!

I did.
Yeah, I know, but not enough.

You're still having to
brake into those turns like my Aunt Louise.

Look, when your foot's
off the gas

and the car's under
centrifugal stress, you give up control.

Yeah, but how did I do?

Great.

Hey, Jim, here it is.

It looks primitive enough.
Is it Hittite?

Uh, Thrifty-Save lmports.

You see,
the thing of it is,

is I've been studying
some anthropology

and throughout
mankind's history

there's just one
basic pot, right?

So I've got this girlfriend
who's studying pottery in night school

and she's going to
add some cuneiform,

working from
the Encyclopedia Britannica.

Good.

Keep driving, stroke.

You don't race my car
until I feel relaxed.

I don't like the way
it's handling, Vern.

Something's
holding it back.

I ran a 1:13
just a few minutes ago.

That's an awfully
good speed.

I'm telling you
it's dragging its butt.

Mr. Coombs, there's not
a car that can touch it out there.

That's as good a speed
we're going to get.

That's what I want to hear.
Just keep it that way.

But if Marian or her
attorneys come around, it's a lemon, right?

Riddled with problems.

Take it around
a couple of times, all the way out.

Well, now,
there you go, darling.

There's your racetrack.

Where are the horses?

Horses?

Well, now,
don't that beat all?

You said racetrack

and I come
tearing out here

like we're talking
the same lingo.

Horses, huh?

Yes, sir.
Honey, how about

the part of the horse
that went over the fence last, huh?

Hey, hey, hi ho,
Silver, away!

You got a problem,
fella?

Oh, nothing I can't handle
in a pair of regular pants.

And your high heels?

Well, now,
don't you look cute.

Just a racing uniform.

Oh yeah?
Yeah, that looks like

something Captain Space
wears on that Saturday morning kiddie show.

Anybody ever shut
your mouth for you, fella?

A few people
have tried.

Honey, you said
you wanted a race, huh?

How about a contest
between one west Texas thoroughbred

and one silver-lam�
jackass, huh?

Race with you
half bagged?

Okay, buddy,
you are on.

You're on!

You can't take that
on the track.

I can't?

Hey, Mr. Coombs, sir.

You want to take your
conversation elsewhere?

I want a hot lap.

Just keep your
shirt on, Larry.

Besides, I didn't think
they allowed gimps to drive on this track.

Hey, don't give me
any trouble, Mr. Coombs.

This time
I don't have to take it.

You wish.

Hey, Vern.
Look who's here?

The world's highest
priced cab driver!

Hey, uh, what do you
call this thing?

A race car. What do you care?

Is this allowed on the track?

Well, yeah.
How much?

It's not for sale.

Except to drive
trash to the dump.

And then you
gotta get a ride back.

How much? What do you say,

80,000? Ninety?

Hundred thousand even.
I want to race this buttercup.

I don't know
where you're coming from

but you just bought yourself
a race car.

Okay. It's you and me.

Winner take all, Mr. Combs.

Coombs.

You're not
an experienced driver anyway.

I drove a little
stock iron in my time.

Just put your foot
to the fire wall. That's it.

How about this guy, huh?

Fancy dresser, fancy talker,
don't you just love him?

All right, your car
against mine. Vern.

Vern? Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Who's Vern?
It's you and me, good buddy.

I don't drive competitively.

The people that insure
my holdings wouldn't allow it.

You just put your foot
to the fire wall just like I said,

unless you're afraid
you're going to hurt your little silver suit.

Mr. Coombs, he's drunk.
Everybody can see that.

Well, that's good.
Maybe he won't get around the first turn.

All right, let's go,
cowboy. You're on.

Meeker. That's Jimmy
Joe Meeker.

Just put your foot
to the fire wall, good buddy.

You did it! You beat him, Jim!
I'm taking that baby home!

All right,
cool it, Larry.

We gotta play out our hand.

Hey, boy!

Hey!

Where's your pink slip?

You wearing it?

All right, Vern,
tow the Special over to this gentleman's...

To his...
To wherever he lives.

Captain Space,
thanks for the race.

I ain't gonna forget
this day!

Neither am I.

He's right, Larry,
he won't.

Hello.
Toulie, Coombs is on his way up.

Got it. Okay, people,
the mark is on his way.

Let's get to work
on those phones and typewriters.

Here he comes.

May I help you?
I'm expected.

Where's the material
on the reconciliation with Thebun Amun?

It was supposed to be
on my desk in a manila folder.

Has anybody seen it?

I'm Jack Coombs.

Well, you're
right on time.

Would you like
to have a seat?

Where is that no-good,
do-less, son of a... T.J.!

Meeker.
Don't crowd me, boy. I'll get to you.

Fennimore?
Yes, sir?

Now, I'm getting tired
of telling you the same thing twice all the time.

I'm in there
drilling for water in a dry hole.

Now, I told you
I wanted a bottle of water in there.

Do you think
you could get it for me?

Sir, I don't mind
helping out around here,

but I am not an office boy.
I am the curator.

Is that a fact?

Well, I don't see you doing
a whole lot of curating.

Well, I can't find
the material

on the reconciliation
of Thebun Amun.

Well, do you think
you can find a water bottle?

Now, you know right
where they are. Why don't you go right down there

and fetch one, okay?
Meeker? Would you give me...

Hey, you want
an appointment? You want to talk to me?

You just make
an appointment. I have an appointment.

My name is Jack Coombs.
We raced at Riverside a couple of days ago.

Well, of course you are,
of course you are.

I just didn't recognize you
in them normal clothes.

What, you just save
those little tinsel drawers for special occasions, huh?

That was my
racing suit.

Well, it sure was no
winning suit, was it?

Well, you see,
that's what I want to talk to you about.

Now, the Coombs Special...

Oh, hey, now that's
a fine little buggy.

'Course I'm gonna
have to change the name.

Now what do you think
of the Meeker Streaker?

Please, that car
means an awful lot to me.

Now what I want to do
is buy it back from you.

You name your profit,
I'll pay you top dollar.

Well, it does appear
that it means something to you.

But I'm sorry,
I can't help you out.

You see, I was talking
to my cousin, Billy Buck Beaudine,

and I promised
to ship it down home to him for his boy, Ralph.

Just had
his 17th birthday.

You're going to give
the Coombs Special to a 17-year-old punk?

Well, now,
Ralph's got his faults,

but I don't think
I'd go so far as to call him a punk.

Well,
you can't do that!

It's overseas.

Wendkos?

Tell him I'm, uh...
Tell him...

He says
he knows you're here.

All right...

Boy, you go tell T.J.

I'm going to need
the latest inventory.

Yes, sir.
Well, what...

Yes, sir.

I mean to say
I did get it.

And there isn't
one thing on that list

that wasn't there
two months ago.

Well, sir,
these things take time.

Any money?

Now, you listen
to me, Meeker.

I start seeing results
or the money stops.

I gave you power of attorney
on this project

and I'm holding you
fully responsible.

No more high times
on my cash.

Well now, Mr. Wendkos.

Just where did you
ever get the idea that this old country boy

had his hand in the till?

Now that grieves me,
sir, it does.

Well, what are all
those junkets to Vegas?

I'm not paying you
for that.

You were cathead man
on an oil rig when I found you.

You mess up
on this operation, that's where you'll end up.

Back on the oil rig.
Or under it.

Now, do I make myself clear?

Oh, yes sir, yes, sir.

Just as clear
as crick water, sir. Yes, sir.

Meeker, I got a feeling
you're going to blow it.

Where is that
water bottle?

What is the matter
with you, boy?

But she said
I was supposed to...

I'm the one
that does the saying around here, Fennimore.

All right,
I'll get the water.

Meeker?
Do you mind? Now, what is it, honey?

The cultural attach�,
Miss Cavafy, is here to see you.

All right, all right,
all right.

I don't see why
you can't give me five minutes of your time!

We have had
our conversation. I'm a busy man.

Well, you can't be
that busy.

Well, now, Miss Cavafy.

If you don't look cuter
than a speckled pup sleeping under a wagon.

You just go right on in,
honey, go right on in.

Thanks.

I think
we pulled it off. Good job.

It's magnificent,
isn't it?

From the Cappadocia dig.

I'd have said
that was exhausted years ago.

Well, it appeared to be

but then there was a shift
in the substructure

and up popped
this little beauty.

You're not going to
bid on it, are you?

See, I'm going to try
for it myself.

I want to start my own
personal collection.

You know,
after all these years of studying the Hittites,

I don't have
one single piece

except for a
tiny trepanning tool that I found in...

Relax. The museum's
not interested in additional Hittite relics.

Oh good.
Good luck to you, Doctor.

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

It doesn't look
like much to me.

I see stuff like that
in the five-and-dime

and nurseries
all over the place.

Oh! Begging your pardon, sir,
but not like that.

No?
Oh, similar, sure.

I mean art
inspires imitations.

But I'd say
that dates back

to somewhere around
1380 B.C.

In the reign
of Suppiluliumas.

Oh, really?

You seem to know
a lot about it.

Well, it's my specialty.

Didn't I see you in
Jimmy Joe Meeker's office?

My name is Jack Coombs.

Oh, yes.
T.J. Fennimore.

Is Meeker
into the Hittites?

Unfortunately, no.

Well, you're his new curator.
Isn't that true?

Look, I'll level with you.
I followed you here for a reason.

From what I saw,
we have a mutual dislike for Meeker.

Ladies and gentlemen.
The auction will begin in a few minutes.

And maybe we ought to
talk about it.

What is he into?

I am employed
by Mr. Meeker.

I'm not at liberty
to discuss the nature of my work.

Excuse me.
I think the auction is about to begin.

And sold
to the lovely lady in the first row.

Kindly pay the cashier.

And now, number 310.

310.

An exquisitely fashioned
Hittite unguent pot.

Thought to be from
the reign of Suppiluliumas, late 1300s, B.C.

Can we start the bidding
at $3,000?

Do I hear 3,000?

Three thousand.
Five.

Five. The bid
is five thousand.

Five thousand once,
five thousand twice...

Six.
Eight.

Eight. The bid
is eight thousand.

I'm bid eight
thousand once,

eight thousand twice...

Uh... uh...

Eight thousand,
twenty-five.

Ten.

The bid
is ten thousand.

I'm bid
ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand once.

Ten thousand twice.
Any further bids?

Sold for $10,000.

The gentleman
in the third row.

Kindly pay the cashier.

I would like to call
the audience's attention, please, to page 5

of your auction program.

Please note
the correction

that the entire art lot

from the Bruno
Munssinger Estate

will be held
later on this evening.

I might remind the audience
that the entire Munssinger Estate

has never before
been on public view.

That's the
Bruno Munssinger Estate.

Mr. Fennimore.

It's yours,
if you want it.

If I want it?
Sure.

But you just spent
$10,000 taking it away from me.

Wait a minute,
if this is some kind of bribe...

No, no. I just like
to give presents.

Especially to somebody
who does me a favor.

It's nice to reciprocate.

Just a little information
about Jimmy Joe Meeker's current project.

I can't do it,
Mr. Coombs.

Look, I respect
your loyalty,

but I saw the way
he treated you.

Now, you owe him nothing.

You and I could team up
and shaft that motor mouth.

Think about it!
I'm a very wealthy man.

I could buy you every pot
the Hittites ever made,

and potholders
to go with them.

Don't misunderstand me,
Mr. Coombs.

I have
very little respect for Mr. Meeker.

But I do have
respect for myself and I want to keep it.

That's a wrap, everybody.
Great job.

You can pick up your checks
from Jim Rockford in the morning.

I told you I had
a present for you.

The pot
of Suppiluliumas.

Now it's just mashed.

Now, here's a nice,
quiet place where we can talk.

Mr. Coombs,
I think that you're making a terrific mistake here.

Oh, really? How's that?

Well, you see I'm due
at the biannual meeting

of the Mensa Society,

and it's a really
big affair.

And as a founding member
of the Tarzana chapter,

if I don't show up...

Harry.

It's going to be
a real mess.

You're going to
kill me, right?

Dr. Fennimore,
I have nothing against you personally.

You see, it's Jimmy Joe
Meeker I want.

Now you give me
the information I need

and I'll keep Harry there
on a short leash.

If I can just
make you understand

that there are
certain principles involved here.

Honor and loyalty
may not mean much to some people,

but to me,
it's my whole life.

Harry, why don't you
show him

what honor and loyalty
to the wrong person buys him.

All right, Doctor.

Don't cough in my face!

Jimmy Joe Meeker has

Robert Wendkos'
power of attorney

on a matter
of some importance

and I want to know
what it is.

He and the
Egyptian government

have entered into
a secret agreement.

The Egyptian government?

Of course, fighter planes.

Wendkos bought the
Beller Aircraft Corporation

about eight months before that
senate subcommittee

got on his case
and he had to leave the country.

No, no,
he's not selling anything.

He's buying. Antiquities.

Well, he's not
exactly buying.

I mean, you can't put
a price on the treasures

from the tomb
of Tutankhamen.

What we're talking
about here is national heritage.

What we're talking about
here doesn't make sense.

King Tut?
Yes, it does.

An arrangement
with the Cairo Museum,

through the
Egyptian government. An exhibit.

What do you take me for?

There's already a King Tut
exhibit touring the country.

Meeker is arranging
for a second one

after the first one
is over.

At least,
he's supposed to be.

Wendkos keeps
pouring money in

and Mr. Meeker
keeps spending it.

What does Robert Wendkos

want with a bunch of mummies?

He's into conglomerates.

Oh, come on, Harry,
let's wrap this up.

No, no, no, no, really!
I'm telling you the truth.

I mean, this, this thing
is a real mania with Mr. Wendkos.

I tried to interest him
in the Hittites,

but he wouldn't have
a thing to do with it.

Egyptomania
is a historical fact.

I mean there was Homer,

and Karl Richard Lepsius,

and Sir Gardner Wilkinson,

and Napoleon,
for Pete's sake.

Robert Wendkos
isn't doing this for cultural contributions.

He isn't into anything
that doesn't add up to cash.

But it does.

This exhibit has been
playing in museums all over the country

and it's been raking in
millions of dollars.

Now, imagine if this
were booked in the convention centers.

You could charge top dollar

and accommodate ten times
the amount of people.

And that is what Wendkos
is going to do?

Yes, sir. They're taking
a whole real big show business approach

to the whole thing.

Vegas casinos,
possible tie-ins

with some
Neil Diamond concerts.

I personally
don't approve of this.

But what the hey?

I mean, if the Egyptian
government is willing to go along with it,

you know, it's not
that easy to find a job as a curator.

How much money
would you say is involved?

Harry.

Hey, look, I don't know
anything about it. That's not my end.

But if you promise
that he won't hurt me anymore,

I'll... I'll do
my best to help you try to find out.

All right.

Hey, Freddie, Freddie!
Big problems!

We couldn't get into
the curator's office.

The whole wing
is off limits.

We tried the gas leak story
to clear out the staff

but the security guy
said nobody could leave,

not even during
a bomb scare.

How much time
do we have? None!

Brockelman's on his way
with the mark.

We'll have to do it
in the museum proper.

How, Frederick?

I'll explain
when we get in, Amy.

We'll have to station
ourselves so the Brockelman kid sees us.

Let's hope he can
roll with the flow.

You don't need us.

Yeah, let's get
out of here.

Now Mr. Coombs,
I need your assurance

that you're not going
to say anything to Dr. Henning

here at the museum
about Mr. Meeker's plans.

You see,
I wouldn't want him to tell the press,

put the kibosh on things.

I wouldn't want
to take that risk.

As curator
of the new Tut exhibit,

I'll be able
to write my own ticket.

Now, that may not mean
a great deal to you but it does to me.

Great deal?
How about nothing.

The office is right
over this way.

Yes, Doctor.

There's Dr. Henning
now.

The entire display
of decorative art

from the reign
of Louis Philippe should be here.

Now, people are
into Art Deco now

and there's
a connection.

So all this goes up
into the Connolly wing with the Bayonne tapestries...

Dr. Henning.

Oh, Dr. Fennimore.

Hi. We had
the 12:30 appointment. This is Mr. Coombs.

We tried to call you
back to cancel

but you never seem
to be around, Doctor.

I've got a rush project
on my hands.

We've got Louis Philippe
coming in here.

A loan-out from
the Musee des Arts Decoratif in Paris.

I'm Harold Jack Coombs.

Your appointment
was actually with me.

I'm very pleased
to meet you, Mr. Coombs.

I've heard a lot about you.

But as I told
Dr. Fennimore, I really can't discuss

the finances
of the Tut exhibit when it was hosted here,

except of course,
in the most general terms.

And now today
is really a terrible day. I'm sorry.

Well, as I intimated to you,
Mr. Coombs is interested in making an endowment

to the Egyptology
Department.

Right. And I want
to talk specifically, not generally.

Well, an endowment
would of course be appreciated

but really
you should take this up with Mrs. Connelly

who's head of the museum
board of directors.

In fact, I'm sure
you must know Mitzi Connelly.

Forget Mitzi Connelly,
will you, please?

I want to talk to you
about Tutankhamen.

Now, what's the problem?
Let's go to your office!

You do have one,
don't you?

Oh, there's Sergeant DeRitter.

I want to talk to him
about TV security cameras

for the Louis Philippe.

Could you
tell me what time the museum closes?

5:30.

Okay.

Look, all I want is
10 minutes of your time.

It might get you a whole
Harold Jack Coombs Memorial Wing

stuffed with every
Egyptian artifact you could want

and Louis Philippe
and 18th-century

Italian window sills
for all I care.

Ten minutes.
It's all I can spare.

Amy, would you get me
the Tut exhibit files.

Then cancel
the Brody lunch,

push back Luis to 4:15

and obviously I won't
have a chance to look at those mosaics.

You're interested
in these figures for what purpose?

I don't quite see...

In terms of his
possible endowment.

Yes, that's right.
You see, I'm in this partly for my PR.

And I want to see
what I'm getting into.

Well, the traffic
through the museum went up 176.2%

during the time
the Tut artifacts were displayed.

And if dollars
are any indication of interest,

and let's not
kid ourselves, we made...

Look, you promise
to keep these figures to yourself?

I mean, this is
a nonprofit institution

but the staff doesn't
always understand that

when it comes time
to negotiate,

nor does the public
when it comes time to canvas donations.

Well, absolutely.
I understand.

Well, I knew it was popular

but we're talking
about millions here.

Incredible, isn't it?

The Greco-Roman,
you can't pay people to look at them.

But this?
Who knows why the mania?

Maybe it's the mystique

of the ancient curse
that the general public can hook into.

What curse?
Superstition. Mumbo jumbo.

People defiling Tut's tomb,
that sort of thing.

People strangling to death
right and left.

Well, thank you, my health
has never been better.

And neither has the museum's.

Yes and at
seven dollars admission.

I mean, what would happen
if we beefed up that admission?

Serket, incidentally,
was the hit of the show. It was lovely.

Although the small
mummiform coffins

containing the king's viscera

were also quite popular.

Yes, well, the figures
are certainly encouraging.

But that doesn't even include
the ancillary rights.

T-shirts, calendars,

books, watches, bathrobes.

Here are the figures
from our gift shop.

Incredible.

This is as far
as I go.

Don't be dramatic.
Get in the car.

No, sir.
If you're going to kill me,

you're going to have to
do it right here

at high noon
on Wilshire Boulevard.

Kill you?

As far as I'm
concerned, Fennimore,

you can go back
to your water bottle and your clay pots.

But if you say
one word to Meeker,

you'll disappear from
the face of the Earth.

Like the Hittites.

I think we sit
on Meeker for a while.

But I'm going to get
that sod-kicker,

if that's the last
thing I do.

Let's go.

I feel so foolish.
I transposed the numbers in the address.

It was so good of you
to let me use your telephone. Thank you.

It's quite all right.

Goodbye.

Nothing like 20 minutes
of cold silence

to bring old memories
rushing back.

What right have you
got to be sore?

Aren't you
forgetting something? What?

Your appalling accent,
Mr. Meeker.

It's best to stay
in character, don't you think?

Angel? What are you
doing here?

Save the thanks
for later, Jimmy.

Pigeon is on
your left flank.

Where's Dr. Wetherford?

He's in the car
cutting some z's.

Why didn't you
wake him up?

It's hard with narcolepsy.

When they're gone,
they're gone.

Wetherford's
a narcoleptic?

But he's our
Egyptologist.

I got him laid out
in the seat. Nobody can see him.

Angel, you knew this
when I hired him, didn't you.

Don't worry about it, Jimmy.
I got my Egyptology down.

Besides, who else here seen
Mummy's Tomb 12 times?

A dozen even.

Besides, I been
rehearsing with Wetherford.

I know the scam
as well as he does.

I don't think
we've got any choice.

All right. But you keep
your mouth shut just as much as possible.

A lot of nodding
and a lot of knowing looks.

Well, meaning
no disrespect,

but I never seen
such a bunch of nervous Nellies.

You put me in mind
of my old Aunt Hattie.

She collected teacups.

We're dealing with
a little more than teacups here, Mr. Meeker.

These objects
are thousands of years old.

Magnificent!

The temperature
must be controlled.

And salt water is lethal.

How could you store them
near the harbor like this?

I assure you,
Miss Cavafy,

I had no idea
this was going to happen.

You don't need
to apologize for me, boy.

You can see
the stuff's all right.

The king's ushabti,
wearing the crown of Lower Egypt.

Anubis.

Professor Stein?
A pendant representing

Amenophis III,
wearing the Khepresh.

Good, good.
We can all see it's a genuine dealie

and no harm done
by the storage.

The boy's got
his Khepresh. See, it's all right.

Hey, that would make
a right nice belt buckle.

Seventy degrees.

No more, no less.
And no humidity.

The conditions
must duplicate pyramidal storage exactly.

And the security
you've commissioned is laughable.

Fifteen men
at all times.

Can you understand that?

I think you can
tell the ambassador

there's been no damage
to the present.

When is the next
shipment expected?

Within the month,
Professor.

It's so difficult
because of public interest

to secure
the necessary secrecy.

But I would say
within the month.

Feel free to call on me.

The brilliance
of the ages before us.

Beauty unsurpassed,
wealth unimagined!

Thank you,
Professor Stein.

Who wouldn't risk
the infernal spirits?

Who wouldn't dare
the vengeance of the pharaohs to touch such splendor?

I have held greatness
in my hand.

We better slip out of here
before we're spotted.

Harry, I finally know
how I'm going to get him.

Come on, Jack.

Carol,
that fellow Coombs is on his way in.

Thanks, Henry,
we'll take it from here.

Hello.
Mr. Coombs?

Well, you managed
to find your way in,

do you think you can
find your way out?

Suppose I could
if I wanted to.

Did you barge your way in here
just to make sport of me, boy?

Jimmy Joe, nobody
has to make sport of you.

You do such a good job
all by yourself.

But there are facets
of your personality and your life

that fascinate me.

Your association
with Robert Wendkos, for instance.

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

Now you've got about
five seconds

to get yourself
out that door

or you're going
butt-over-teakettle out of that window.

And it's 26 floors up,
Mr. Coombs.

Your association
with Robert Wendkos,

your secret agreement
with the Egyptian government.

Now, those
are interesting things.

I mean,
I can see it now.

The second
King Tut exhibit,

sponsored by
Jimmy Joe Meeker and Harold Jack Coombs.

So how does that sound?

You're talking
Pritikin County hogwash.

Jimmy Joe,
I am in on an equal partnership basis.

Or Robert Wendkos
is going to find out that you have been playing

Bet-a-Million Gates
at the Vegas tables with his money.

You see, Dr. Fennimore
started talking

and I just couldn't
shut him up.

I'm going to tell you
something about threats, Mr. Coombs.

They're a lot like
sidewinders.

You can start them out
in one direction,

but they got a mean habit
of doubling back on you.

Why don't you just
translate that for me, huh?

Let me explain
it to you.

Now let's say
that you talk to Mr. Wendkos,

if you can find him.

And you spread
all these poison lies about old Jimmy Joe, huh?

That doesn't leave me
too much options, does it?

So I figure
I'd just have to get myself in touch

with this little filly
that you kicked out of your house.

Marian Belford,

who ain't so hard to find,

tell her what you did
with the car.

You see, old Vern,
he just started talking and I couldn't shut him up.

That car
is not Marian's!

The Coombs Special
is mine.

Oh, well, not according
to the newspaper articles

I've been reading.

She's claiming
that's community property.

Look, I don't care
what she claims. She's not my wife.

Ah, well, now you see,
the courts,

they getting funny
about those things these days.

You know, you live with a gal
for seven years like you did

and you never get around
to doing the right thing

by her, legal like.

Now the court sometimes will
just split everything right down the middle,

just like you was married.

Marian has nothing
to do with this.

Oh, but she has.

You see,
it all comes down to this.

You see, you threaten
to tell Mr. Wendkos

that Jimmy Joe
ain't doing a job for him because you want in.

Well, I want you out.

So I threaten
to tell Marian

that you gambled away
the Coombs Special

which the court says
you can't do until everything is settled.

It's a technicality.

Oh, really?

Adios, Jackie Boy.

Adios.

Sir?
I would like to see Miss Cavafy.

I beg your pardon.
Miss Cavafy.

We never met.
My name is Coombs.

If you'll just tell her
I'm an associate of Mr. Meeker's.

I'm sorry, sir.
We have no one by that name here.

Look, I know
it's supposed to be top secret.

If you'll just tell her
I'm here.

We have no Miss Cavafy.

All right,
you never heard of her.

Will you humor me,
give her my card?

Tell her that
I am in possession of some information

of great importance
to the Egyptian government.

She'll want to know.

Thank you.

Ain't you
supposed to be doing something constructive?

I am doing
something constructive.

I'm trying to
straighten up my bank book.

When you're running a con,
you don't get much of a chance to do anything.

You know,
there's nothing as sinful to me

than one man who tries
to fleece another man out of his life's work.

Of course,
there are those who say

a man is lucky to have
half million dollars to get took for.

Half a million dollars?
I didn't hear nothing about half a million dollars.

That's because
you're not a partner.

You horned
your way in.

And, what are you
doing here, anyway?

I thought I told you
to hole up until this thing was over.

Hole up some place?
You like that?

What am I,
some rat in the corner?

I'm supposed to curl up
in Wino Alley

while you live
like Wayne Newton?

Do you think I enjoy
living like this?

All right.
Here, go get yourself a hotel room.

Hi, Richie, come in.
Oh, hi, Mr. Rockford.

How's your pa?
Oh, I'm worried about him.

He just sits around
all day.

Mom can't get him
to eat anything,

can't get him
interested in anything.

It's like
he's given up.

What did you get,
Rich?

Oh, more
fabulous news.

Doyle and Amy
didn't get the crates of Egyptian chochkis

back to the Universal Studios
prop department on time.

So we got charged
for an extra day.

I'm gonna make your pa up
a pot of soup. That will do him good.

I'll stop off at the store
on my way home and get everything I need.

Oh, good. Thanks.

You know, Jimmy,
you could save some money if we bunk in here together.

You got a massive room here.

Forget it, Angel.

Barley soup.

Jim, Coombs wants in.

Why don't we just say
okay and take the money?

Richie, these have
to be classic moves.

There aren't
any shortcuts.

You tell him the tale,
you show him the goods

and then you
give him the stall. That's the way it works.

Yeah but what if
he decides to take no for an answer?

He won't, he won't.

Toulie caught him hitting
on the Egyptian consulate.

They turned him away.
He left his card.

Odette will take it
from there.

You really think
she can handle it?

There's nobody better.

She could look
an elephant in the eye,

relieve him of his tusks,

and he'd catch himself
saying, "Thank you."

There is nobody better.

Thank you
for meeting me here.

They said
at the consulate they didn't know you.

I have a friend
who works there.

He told me
of your visit.

Well, I understand
the need for secrecy.

I'm sorry
if I caused you any problems.

I'm an Egyptian national,
Mr. Coombs.

I'm here to make sure
you won't repeat the mistake.

If my government
felt I was here misrepresenting myself,

claiming diplomatic
privilege...

Well, you are
their cultural attach�.

No, I am not,
Mr. Coombs.

Well, why don't I just
tell you what I know

and we'll stop
sparring around.

You are representing
the Egyptian government

in their agreement
with Robert Wendkos.

You're arranging
for a second King Tut exhibit

to tour the country.

You're a man
with an extraordinary imagination, Mr. Coombs.

Then you wouldn't mind
if I released that information to the public?

Of course not.

Except for the
embarrassment to you when my government denies it.

I don't enjoy
seeing men made fools of.

I prefer to think of them
as strong, wise and capable,

whatever the truth.

An idiosyncrasy.

You must have
some problems in that area with Jimmy Joe Meeker.

Mr. Meeker is a problem
of long standing.

Thank you for the wine,
Mr. Coombs.

And, as I requested,
please don't compromise me further

by any other visits
to the consulate.

Miss Cavafy, please.

I understand
your position.

Try to understand mine.

I am interested
in this exhibit.

I understand
its potential

and I could get it on.

I don't think you people
quite understand

the kind of clown
that you're hooked up with.

If somebody isn't around
to control Meeker,

you're going to have
a first-class fiasco on your hands.

Are you saying
there will be no second Tut exhibit?

Exactly.

As for Mr. Meeker,
I know him extremely well.

Yes, he's a...

He's a thief
and a liar.

And he'd be horrified
to hear me talking this way

but it's something
I've waited to say for a long time.

Please go on.

Oh, yeah!

Hold your horses!

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

You remember
our conversation we had this morning?

You almost knocked it
plum out of my head.

You remember?

Harry.

I remember.
I remember.

Well, since that time
I've had a very interesting chat with Miss Cavafy.

You fixing to move in
on my filly too, huh?

She loathes you.

She just ain't used to me
yet, that's all.

Do you mind
if I get up?

Slowly and carefully.

That's just about
all I can manage.

Are you all right,
Jimmy Joe?

All right, Coombs,
just what is it you want?

The same thing
I wanted this morning. Only now I want more.

Fifty percent.
An equal partnership with Robert Wendkos or,

I turn Harry loose
and you wind up in long-term traction.

I can't do that.

Why sure, you can.
You're out looking for investors, you've found one.

Here I am, Jimmy Joe.
We'll sign the papers in the morning.

Well, you ready to come
up with half million bucks?

'Cause that's what
it's gonna cost you.

No, not if you
draw up the contract the way I tell you.

You see, I get
50% for $1, and other valuable considerations

and you know
what that is. Your life.

So you have the papers ready
in your office by 10:30 in the morning

and just so you don't worry,
I'll bring the dollar in cash.

Harry.

Half his action for a buck?
Yeah.

Wendkos is gonna kill me, boy.

Why don't you just throw him
one of your West Texas dowers.

That will get him
over the hump.

Jimmy Joe, you typed up
this partnership arrangement just fine

but you forgot
to sign it where it's typed in there.

Oh, and Dr. Fennimore,
I would like you and Grace,

if you please,
to sign right down here where it says witnesses.

And Harry will then
notarize it since he's a notary

and it will be
completely legal.

Are we celebrating then,
Jimmy Joe?

I sure as hell ain't.

But you satisfied, ma'am?

My government
is satisfied. I'm satisfied.

It should work out well
for all of us.

Maybe not for all.

Uh, Mr. Meeker, does this mean
that I'll be reporting directly to you,

or to Mr. Coombs?

Who cares?

To me, son.
That'll be just fine.

Yes, my government
would prefer that you report to Mr. Coombs.

You and your government
can go milk a duck, ma'am.

Miss Cavafy, I noticed
they had very little of the serpentine and bubbly here

but I think I can
take you some place and scare up a little bit.

Shall we?

Oh, excuse me,
just to make this completely legal,

$1, U.S. legal tender.

Bye.

If there's a market on "smug",
Coombs has got it cornered.

Not even a new one.

This isn't the way
it was supposed to work, is it?

Well, it's just
another variation.

Yeah, well, how does this
particular variation work itself out?

I don't know.
I've never seen it before.

You know, Doyle says that
any con where two of the principal players

get beat up by the mark
probably has some basic flaw in it.

He also... Hey, hey,

I'm not doing
any criticizing here. The thing of it is,

is I'm just trying to figure out
if we have any options.

Options?
Of course we've got options.

I mean, a con
is not a con without options.

They're built in.
Where?

Hey, hey, I'm only asking
because I'm trying to figure out, you know,

which direction I should
be working in, so to speak.

Now, I'm not saying
that this is a bad con, no sirree,

this is a dynamite con.

I'd like to find the guy
who's going to say that this isn't one of the best cons...

He gave us
the old greased pole, didn't he?

Hmm.

Yeah, but we still
got a few aces.

Like what?

What about Wendkos?

He can't get back
in the country.

There's 18 government agencies
waiting to land on him.

Yeah, but we're using
a ringer for Wendkos. That's our edge.

Yeah, but how are we going to
keep Coombs in line until we figure out what to do?

What if he wants to see
the artifacts again?

They're back at the studio.

That's why
we have Odette.

Thank heaven
for little girls.

Here's an example
of the jewelry collection.

Actually, this was probably
the finest found on the king.

The pectoral of the vulture
Nekhabet. Gold, lapis,

and small gold
and glass beads.

It's really exquisite.

Of course, this particular
pectoral was part of the

first exhibit, but
to give you an example.

I take it we're not
repeating any items?

Oh, no.

I have a photograph here
of the pectoral of Isis and Nephythys.

It's in here
somewhere.

These were in order
until Mr. Meeker got his hands on them.

He handled them
so greedily.

That's Jimmy Joe.

Do you know
how relieved I am to have you a part of this?

I feel as like some great
weight had been lifted.

You just
leave everything to me.

May I?

It's done.

Now, let's get on
with the celebration, shall we?

The inventory...
Oh, that can wait.

I suppose my government
doesn't expect 24 hours of my day.

Let me just get these
picked up a little.

You know, most men
with the prospect of millions of dollars

would be trying
to rush things.

And that could
cause problems.

Of course, with Mr. Meeker,

I've been contending
with the reverse of that.

That's because he has
no financial stake in it.

He was just using it
to bleed Wendkos.

Don't you worry
about Jimmy Joe.

He won't be bothering
anybody from here on out.

Thank you, Jack.

Mina...

You say that
beautifully.

I want to please you.

You do.

You will.

Thanks.

You know this is my
favorite time of day.

It's the middle of the night.

I think it's the quiet.

It gives everything
a sense of importance.

A car passing,

a breath
being drawn.

How'd everything
go today, all right?

Fine.

How were things
at the office?

All the show-and-tell
material work okay?

I said it was fine.

Of course,
I had to seduce him.

Oh?

That's what you wanted,
isn't it? I mean, you said to keep him distracted.

That ought to do it.

You asked for a report.

That's the report.

I'll be in touch.

Odette, you really climbed
into bed with that goon?

He's a very
attractive man.

He's a hood.
He's a crippler, a thief...

A thief?
Somebody should have told me that.

You know how I feel
about thieves.

Yeah, I know.

I never told you
to go to bed with the man.

I wouldn't ask you
to prostitute yourself.

It disturbs you?

You're damned right
it does.

Poor Jim!
Always so sensitive.

How can I make you
feel better?

Really, it was nothing
to do with you.

I enjoyed it.

You said there was
an emergency. Robert Wendkos.

I got a call at my hotel
telling me to round you up

and herd you
up to the office.

Think he wants
to talk to both of us on the horn.

Come in.

Oh, Mr. Wendkos...
This is...

A happy surprise?

Oh, well, yes, sir...
This is more of a shock.

I mean, what with the
Justice Department...

The Justice Department
thinks I'm still in Costa Rica.

Just the three of us
know that I'm here.

Oh, well, Mr. Wendkos,
this is Mr. Coombs.

Shut up.

You're finished, Meeker.

I'm leaving instructions
with the bank

that you're not to draw
one more penny on the account I set up.

The locks on all of these
offices will be changed,

all company-issued
credit cards will be revoked.

You just hold on
a minute there.

Now, we got ourselves
a contract.

Not anymore.
The Tut exhibit was mine.

I conceived the idea, I made
the initial arrangements with the Egyptian government.

There's a lot of time,
energy and cash in it.

You were authorized to
sell 30% because of my cash flow problem.

You sold this pirate,
this sports promoter, 50% for one dollar!

Mr. Wendkos, you're
forgetting one thing.

You gave your power of
attorney to Meeker.

Now, the idea of the sale
may not appeal to you, but it's legal.

Not after this is filed.

It's a revocation
of that power dated 24 hours

before you signed
your contract.

It's notarized
and completely in order.

No deal, Mr. Coombs.

You're both out.

Give me that.

What do you think
you're doing?

I ain't gonna let
you do this, Mr. Wendkos.

I ain't going back to
work on no oil rig.

Oh, you're right,
Jimmy Joe, you're not.

You're going to jail.
Now, get out of here.

The son-of-a-gun
stopped breathing on me.

I'll go down and get Harry.
He'll know what to do with the body.

You forget Harry,
I can't trust you, but I'm stuck with you.

So, I'll handle the body.

Now, Coombs, you're
still in and so am I, huh?

But where I plant Wendkos,
well, I'm gonna be the only one who knows that.

Well, I couldn't talk
anyway. I'm an accessory!

I'll rest a whole lot
easier knowing

I'm the only one
who knows where to dig him up.

All right.
I'll be in touch.

You can get up.

You did a nice job.

Thanks.

Come on.
I'll buy you a drink.

There you are,
my dear.

Thank you, Jack.

I spoke this morning
with Mr. Halzaz, the curator of the Cairo Museum.

Also, with certain members
of the President's cabinet.

Both the museum
and the government are delighted

with Mr. Coombs' participation
in the venture.

Why don't we all
just call him Jack?

Also, they've cabled the
contents of the shipment

which is now being
prepared for export

and that would be
your department, Dr. Fennimore.

Oh, you have no idea
how much I've been looking forward to this.

Oh, wow.
The King's sandals.

That's a first.

His drink strainer...

Reliefs of
the feast of Optet... The royal vulture!

Is that good?

Oh, it's the goddess
of Upper Egypt.

The pieces will have
to be more suitably housed than they have been.

Oh, don't worry about that.
I'll take care of that.

As you take care
of everything.

Well, gentlemen,
the photographs are here, the descriptive texts...

You're welcome to
peruse them at any time.

As to the actual, physical
display of the exhibit...

if you'd care to
leave that in my hands

and of course
Dr. Fennimore's.

Oh, that's
an excellent idea, sure.

Well, then.
Oh, there is one other thing.

I haven't had a chance yet
to see the first shipment.

Now, when can
that be arranged?

I did want to work a bit

on the display with
Dr. Fennimore.

Would tomorrow afternoon
be terribly inconvenient?

No. That's fine.

All right, Meeker,
let's go.

I'll talk to you later.

I got that warehouse
for next to nothing.

What that woman's
talking about... You got any idea what

dehumidified storage
is gonna cost?

We'll pay for it.

Who'll pay for it?

I got zip in
my back pocket.

The old cash flow ended
for Jimmy Joe at 3:00 a.m.

You got rid
of the body all right?

Yeah, it ain't the first,
ain't gonna be the last.

I gotta tell you, Jack,
that man was a real disappointment to me.

He plucked me
right off an oil rig.

He knew I had the reputation
as a hell-raiser and a no-good.

What did he expect?

Maybe loyalty.

Yeah, I guess that's
what it boils down to.

I don't know.
A lot of loyalty I seen out of him.

I mean, you take
a West Texas boy,

you put him in city clothes,

you give him a taste
of white bread and serviettes...

Ain't no way you're gonna
kick him back to pinto beans and jackass whiskey.

That man was just
a disappointment to me.

Meeker, I want to
tell you something.

You and I are partners
because of your little mishap with Wendkos' neck.

That doesn't mean
I have to stand here and listen to

your chicken-plucking
life story.

Good morning, sir.
Good morning, Harry.

Listen, there's a draft
around here some place.

Would you check it out?
Yes, sir.

Did you read the paper
this morning, Harry?

No, sir.

Did you hear anything
on the radio last night about the curator for the museum?

No, sir.

He died.

Some kind of freak accident.

He was...
Bicycling.

"Dr. Henning,
an advocate of physical fitness,

"and onetime miler
for Dartmouth College..."

I thought
they only skied.

"...yesterday fell victim
to what officials deem a bizarre accident.

"While on a route traveled
every day for the past 15 years,

"Dr. Henning became
entangled in a clothesline, which ruptured his esophagus.

"Dr. Henning had,
for the past four..." The rest of it is just bio.

Hey, that's good.
I like the clothesline bit, it shows flair.

Well, I had four units
in Journalism.

No, no, no, no.
That's not four units, that's style.

Did you have any trouble
slipping our page three in his morning paper?

No, no, no... so you liked
the clothesline thing?

Oh yeah, yeah.

Well, you see, the idea was,
as I saw it, was to come up with something, you know,

really memorable.
So that immediately ruled out

you know,
choking on chicken bones, drowning,

you know your everyday
sort of fatality.

And then, I thought
clotheslines.

You don't even see
clotheslines anymore.

I mean everyone has dryers.

I don't. I have a clothesline.

Oh.

Hey, I thought Odette
said the meeting was at 10:30.

Yeah, well, Odette says
a lot of things.

What have you got
against her?

Me? Nothing.

Boy, I think
she likes you.

You can tell
just by the way she's looking at you.

The 14-year-old
expert, huh?

Oh, thanks a lot,
Grandpa.

All right, all right.
I'm sorry.

You're right.
Odette likes me. I like Odette.

And you're both mad
about something.

If there's anything
I hate more than an amateur psychologist

it's an amateur psychologist
before breakfast.

Would you like
to eat? Okay?

Sure.

Oh, they did it
to the eggs again.

Coombs is on his way up.

Dr. Fennimore is
exceptionally well informed

for one whose specialty
is not Egyptology.

I'm sure he can answer
any of your questions, Jack.

If not, Professor Stein can.

Oh, that will be fine.

It's out of
the question. Completely out of the question.

You'll have to find
somebody else.

Settle down now.
You're just a little upset.

Upset?
Yeah, upset.

Now, you go on back
in my office there and you just sit yourself down

till you're feeling
right again.

Well, is Dr. Fennimore
ready to take us to the warehouse?

Fennimore?

No. No, he's not
ready yet.

Fennimore... He's
gonna be in late today.

Very late. You want to know
the facts, I don't even want to talk to you.

Now, I was in there once
which I consider a technicality.

I could have been anyone.
I could have come in off the street.

What's he
talking about?

What's the matter
with him?

Nothing!
And so far so good, nothing,

and I plan
to keep it that way.

I can be of no further
help to you, Miss Cavafy.

What do you mean?

Well, he's just a little
upset like I said.

Do you mind?

I've lost two colleagues
in the past 24 hours.

I don't plan on adding
myself to the list.

Are you talking about
Dr. Henning's accident?

Accident?

A clothesline
across the windpipe?

And you call that
an accident?

Yes.

Well, it wasn't, sir,
any more than Fennimore's death.

Dr. Fennimore's dead?

Yes, he suffocated
in his sleep in the prime of his life.

Now, Mr. Meeker might
call this coincidence...

Well, what do you call it?

The Curse of the Pharaohs.

Oh, it's hogwash!

I suppose Lord Carnarvon's
death was hogwash

and George Benedite,
and who knows how many others?

There are inscriptions
in the tombs of the Pharaohs

that date back to centuries
which threaten, and these are their words, not mine,

which threaten
"the living who violate the tomb."

Dr. Henning put on
a nice little show at his museum.

Fennimore was
fixing to do the same.

There was no violation
of no tomb.

These objects are sacred.

They have been
profaned by handling,

exploitation or
put on public display. I want no more of it.

Now, I'm sorry about
Dr. Fennimore, but

you'll have to find
another curator for the museum.

I wouldn't touch the job.
Now, Doctor, please...

Please just go
into my office.

There's some aspirin in there.
I'll be right with you, sir.

Nincompoop.
I'll find another curator. I'll round one up somewhere.

There's got to be
a whole bunch of them out of work.

Yeah, but what if they share
the Professor's attitude?

How do you people
feel at home... I mean in Cairo?

Well, there's a
certain amount of... I mean,

there are people
who believe that... But, it's just superstition.

Why, sure it is.

Yeah.
The deaths are coincidental.

I mean,
there can't be any other rational explanation.

I'll show you through
the warehouse, Jack.

I'm not as knowledgeable as
Dr. Fennimore or Professor Stein, but...

Well, I don't think today
I will... We'll save it.

I understand.
Dr. Fennimore's death is a great loss.

Uh, what we'll do is
we'll wait till Jimmy Joe signs on another curator.

There'll be plenty of time.

Whatever you say.

Poor T.J.

Your lunch is ready,
Mr. Coombs. Steak.

Thank you, Harry.

If you don't mind,
would you cut it for me? Small pieces.

Yes, sir.

I don't know why
you bring me to a Mexican restaurant

when you know
I'm on a bland diet.

Oh, the guy said
he's got a night job teaching.

Would be
more convenient.

Hey, you're the one who
wanted me to get cracking on this new curator.

I don't know why
he couldn't come by the office in the morning.

Oh, honey, uh,
I'll have a margarita, no salt.

A glass of soda water.

Now this resume thing here
says like he ought to know what he's doing.

I'll look at it tomorrow.
All right.

You know, it's strange
the way those people died in the '20s

that Professor Stein
mentioned.

Oh, I don't think
it matters too much. All that mojo business.

You'd think a grown man
like Stein would know better.

Haven't you read
some of that junk about that curse?

Are you funning me,
boy?

Curses belong in
Mexican bar rooms.

Yeah...
Uh, excuse me...

do you think, uh,
I got air coming down my back from an air vent.

The air conditioning
is hitting me.

Do you think
you could move us to another table?

I'd appreciate it.

I'm telling you.
It's getting me right between my wings.

Air conditioning
always gives me a cold.

I'm gonna be
stiffer than home brew by this time tomorrow.

Oh, hey, why don't
you sit here?

I always like to sit
where I can see everybody, you know?

I've been giving
this curse business a lot of thought.

Now, ain't that just
damn fool silliness?

Well, I don't know.

Now, you know the Egyptians
were culturally very advanced.

Scientifically.
Embalming and all of that.

Yeah, I suppose.

Hey, they've got some really
tasty things on this menu. Have a look at it.

I'm not really hungry.

You know, it is possible

that these deaths
could be related to the Pharaoh's tomb.

Come on, now,
a smart man like you. You can't believe that.

Well, maybe not
a mystic curse, but something

maybe like...
Like germs.

Well, an obscure disease,
a virus maybe, in the wrapping of the mummy

or on the painting
of the horses and the boats.

Come on, it's coincidence.
Just pure and simple.

It's like
when I was a kid, down in Texas.

You know, they had
this big Indian medicine man.

You know, big mojo,
they said.

Well, he got into a beef
with this dirt farmer named Beaudry.

So he goes home to paint
himself up, see, and he does

a soft-shoe outside
old Beaudry's place...

I mean, he's chanting,
and he's shaking this gourd and everything.

Says he's putting
a curse on him.

What happened?

Old Beaudry?
He died.

You never saw
such a hoopla.

They ran this Indian
right outta town just like it was his fault.

I tell you.

Do you remember what
Dr. Henning said about the curse?

No.

Everybody strangling
left and right.

And not only
Fennimore and Henning, but also Wendkos.

Now, I knew you were
gonna start throwing that up at me.

I didn't mean it that way.
I'm not making an accusation.

But think about it,
how did he die?

You strangled him.

Coincidence.

And I'm tired of chewing
on the same old bone.

I got other things to
think about, like money.

Which is something
you and I have not talked about.

I mean,
I got certain expenses, certain obligations, you know?

You're not going to bleed me
the way you bled Wendkos.

Now, I will pay you
what I think is fair.

I can't wait to take
that to the market.

Hey, we gotta wait
for that new guy.

Come on, come on. Why
don't you order something?

There's nothing here
I can eat.

You think
they'll scramble me a couple of eggs?

You think
they'll scramble me a couple of eggs?

Meeker?

Meeker?

What's the matter with him?

Oh, my God!

Meeker!

I'm a doctor.
Maybe I can help.

There's no pulse.

This man is dead.

Herb, where have you been?

I've been doing
a buck and wing with no music.

Traffic ticket.
Sorry, Jim.

He's dead.

Who? Jack,
what's the matter? Meeker is dead.

I mean, we were sitting
at the table, talking. All of a sudden,

he couldn't get his breath,
he just keeled over and...

Let me
get you a drink.

I don't want a drink.
I just want out.

Out?
I want out of our deal.

Now, I don't know
if there's a curse or not...

but people are dying
all over the place.

And I don't want to hear
anything about coincidence.

It has something to do with
this damned Tut exhibit.

Jack, please, sit down.

Let's try to approach this
with some degree of calm.

Mina, I am not here
to talk about it.

Now, I want a release
from the contract signed by your government.

I can't do that, Jack.

Do you want to
see me dead?

Of course not.

Listen to me,
you're in shock right now.

You're not
thinking clearly. Not thinking clearly?

I wasn't thinking clearly
when I got into this.

I hated Meeker's guts
because he made an ass of me out at the track.

I wanted to destroy him.
Well, he's destroyed all right.

And I have a feeling
I'm next.

And don't tell me
you can't let me out of the contract.

You've got to!

You know I'm very
fond of you, Jack.

If I could...
But my government would never agree.

But why not?

Well, you have to
look at it from their side, too.

They've spent
a great deal of money arranging this exhibition.

How much?
I'll reimburse them.

Oh, I'm afraid
that's impossible.

The figure's close to
a million dollars now.

A million dollars?
I can't pay them that!

I won't pay them that!
I've only been in this thing a week!

You own 50%
of the rights.

That gives you 50%
of the responsibility.

All right.
A million dollars. 50%.

Would $450,000
buy me out?

I don't know.
It might.

Tell them to get
the rest from Wendkos.

I suppose he is
primarily responsible.

Mina, please.
It means a lot to me.

Then I'll try, Jack.

Jim?

Jim, come on,
the phone's ringing.

All right, all right,
take it easy, either we did it or we didn't.

Hey, could you come up
with something a little more encouraging than that?

Yeah, hello?

He's meeting me
at his bank. Noon tomorrow.

How much?

A cashier's check
for $450,000.

Oh great.
That's great, Odette. $450,000.

Great!

We'll meet you at
Mr. Brockelman's house

tomorrow at...
you're meeting him at noon?

Make it 2:00.
You have the address?

I have it.

All right. Odette?
You did a good job.

Thank you.

We did it, kid.
We did it!

This releases you
from any connection with the Egyptian government,

the Cairo Museum,
the proposed exhibit... everything.

Relieved?

Relieved?
No, I'm frightened.

I don't care how much money
I paid to get out of this.

I have a feeling
that in the end that Little Boy King

is gonna have me
across the river in a rattan chair.

Jack, let me buy you lunch.

I don't eat,
I don't drink.

I'm afraid
to swallow pills. I can't sleep.

It's been the worst week
of my life.

Do you believe
in premonitions?

More than I believe
in curses.

I have been a winner
all of my life and I have

this strange premonition
that I'm never gonna win at anything again

as long as I live.

I mean, it's creepy.
It's like there's a noose around my neck.

Take care of yourself, Jack.

You were supposed to be
tailing her!

I didn't think
it would be necessary.

We can trust Odette.

Maybe Coombs took her
out to lunch afterwards.

You know, to celebrate.

She wouldn't have gone.

I told her 2:00, here.

If she was hungry and
we didn't say anything about the party.

She didn't know
there'd be any food.

If you had a check for
$450,000 in your hands,

would you be thinking
about food?

She split on us.

Odette?

Come on, Jim,
you know her.

I mean, what happened when
you worked with her before?

She split on us.
With $50,000.

Only this time
it was your dad's money.

That's why I wanted you
to follow her.

Actually,
I just wanted to believe she wouldn't do it again.

Well, Jim,
you should have said something about this before.

I mean is that why
you didn't want to talk about her?

What am I gonna tell my dad?
I've just made things worst.

And his $40,000
is now flushola.

Hey, Jim, great party.

You ought to try the
gefilte fish.

Yeah, I bet.

I think we ought to tell him
in the bedroom.

It's going to be hard
and with all these people here...

Hey, Jim, sorry Amy
and I were late getting the Egyptian stuff back.

The studio's got
no sense of humor.

What's a couple of bucks
when you score big like you did?

How much you get, Jim?

Oh, less than
we had hoped.

Well, we were just
talking about you boys.

Mr. Brockelman, Richie
and I would like to talk to you for a moment

in private, if we can.

Well, Mr. Rockford,
there's something I'd like to say to you right here

in public,
if you don't mind.

People. Everybody.
Can I have your attention, please?

Dad, not now. Can we...

Richie, just let me
say something.

Sorry I'm late.

I imagine you've been
waiting for this.

I figured you'd be
well on your way to San Francisco.

Las Vegas.
I changed my mind.

I thought I wanted
to get even.

With me?

You don't know how I felt
when you took off with that 50 grand.

You just left
Carl and me... I left?

You're the two
that took off.

I never saw
a penny of that money.

Neither did I.

You don't think Carl...

Don't you?

Oh.

Well, Odette, you and I
have some catching up to do.

That might be
very pleasant.

Oh, I think it might.

Look at all them zeroes.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
listen, as I was saying, I got a lot of

thanks to give today
to all of you.

May you live to be
a thousand and never owe a dime.

I got a special thank you
to give to my friend

Jim Rockford here.

I'll never forget this,
Jim.

You're a mensch.

And a very special thank you
to say with all my heart

and with such pride
to my son, Richie.

Hey, Joseph, have we got
a couple of kids here, huh?

We sure have.

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