All language subtitles for Rockford Files s06e03 Lions Tigers Monkeys And Dogs 2.eng

I like having you around.

I like being around.

Keep to the shadows.

I know all those
back stairway moves.

Do you know who
she reminds me of?

The girl that
married dear old dad.

Men's pajamas. Great!

June Allyson
always looked cute as a button in them.

(SCREAMS)

(PHONE RINGING)

ROCKFORD
ON ANSWERING MACHINE: This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

(BEEPS)

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

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

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

I mean, just stop
taking it so big.

She is just
another princess.

Princess?

Don't even
think it, Angel.

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

I think someone's
trying to kill her.

Kendall!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

NARRATOR: Here are some
scenes from Part 1

of "Lions, Tigers,
Monkeys and Dogs."

(LOUD SPLASH)

WOMAN: A man threw
himself overboard.

Well, what's
been going on?

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

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

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

I keep forgetting.

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

Mr. Fairfield's
misconception of First Amendment rights

is going to put him
out of business.

Maybe a couple
of dozen costume rental places in town.

I'll check 'em out.

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

Oh, yeah?

There were two friars
at the party last night.

Blake was furious.
I'm furious.

It puts me in an
untenable position.

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

"Richard Soderling
of Pacoima."

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

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

Keep back!
I'm warning you!

Hey, watch out! No!
Shut up!

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

(SCREAMING)

You mean that he just...

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

Yeah, Princess
Rachevsky, please.

Someone I know
may want to kill me,

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

What are we
suppose to do now?

Now, we keep a close
eye on the obits.

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

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

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

Richard Soderling
provided a small corner of comfort and light

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

and leave refreshed,
replenished, if you will.

How many times
has it been said

that you can always
count on Richard for a laugh?

Let us remember him that way.

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

for the repose of
the soul of our brother?

See anybody
you recognize?

No.

Not a very
big turnout.

I hate this.

Yeah. Me, too.

Look at those flowers.
The flowers.

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

Looks like a
gangster's funeral.

"So long, pal"?

JULIANO JR:
Now, what was that name again?

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

I am the manager.

And I don't know
anybody named Hammersmith.

Helen Hammersmith?
She called you from London.

Not me she didn't.

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

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

I think I know
my sister better than that.

Don't get yourself
upset, Alice.

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

And your delivery person
was extremely rude.

There was no order
from Hammersmith.

We saw them.
We spotted them right off.

A wreath of gardenias.

Helen always sends
a wreath of gardenias.

You might say
it's her signature.

There hasn't been
a funeral since '62.

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

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

It's a very
distinctive arrangement.

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

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

Richard Soderling.

Helen's flowers
went to a total stranger.

Well, I handled
the order for Soderling.

Here it is,
Richard Soderling.

"Little Chapel of
the Sunrise, Pacoima.

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

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

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

JULIANO SR: Hey,
what are you doing?

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

Our orders are confidential.
Our clients are confidential. What's the matter with you?

Actually, he's
been very helpful.

Can you imagine?
An identical wreath.

Helen's going
to be furious.

Oh, yes.
Thank you very much, son.

You told them
Mr. Manette ordered those flowers?

It was...

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

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

I don't know anyone
named Tommy Manette.

This thing is taking
some weird turns.

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

Did I miss something?

Tommy Manette.
He's local talent.

He's very well connected.

Are you talking
about organized crime?

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

How did I?

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

The IGCU,
something like that.

He's also quite a player.

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

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

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

Monkeys?

That's not my terminology.

That's one of
Henri's expressions.

You remember
Henri of Chez Tayir?

A memorable encounter.

Henri divides his
clientele into categories,

lions, tigers,
monkeys and dogs.

And you are a lion,
of course.

Only by association.
Rene's a lion.

Most royalty,
some presidents.

You mean making president
doesn't automatically qualify you?

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

Oh, was he ever.

And rock stars, actors,
sports figures,

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

Well, Manette's
not that amusing.

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

I know who the dogs are.

What are you going
to do about Manette?

I'm going to try
to avoid him.

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

Uh-huh, that's fried chicken.

Over here we got...

Well, this is some
sort of a vegetable salad.

You got enough here
to feed an army.

Yeah. Help yourself.

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

I just said help yourself.

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

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

Dad, my refrigerator
is your refrigerator.

You know I like having
you around. Come on.

You want a piece of chicken?

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

What is that list?

It's the inner circle.

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

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

to kill a nice girl
like Kendall.

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

Beany, a.k.a.
Otis Benwith.

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

He's a walker.

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

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

Sort of like a
gigolo, I suppose.

No, no, no. A walker.

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

Doesn't make
much of a suspect.

And there's
Blake Sternlight.

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

to have anything
to do with this.

There's Freddie Danzig.

Freddie Danzig?
Who is he?

He's Princess Irene's
current romance.

Now, he's a
viable candidate.

The Princess and
Kendall are very close.

He might somehow
feel threatened by their relationship,

and he gets around
too, you know.

He could have met
Tommy Manette.

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

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

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

Except Kendall
and the Princess.

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

What am I going
to tell her, Dad?

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

I'm sure not doing
a very good job.

Well, you been doing
the very best you could.

Spoken like a relative.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
MAN: Mr. Rockford?

Yup.
Tommy Manette.

We've never met, right?

Right.

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

We don't know each other,

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

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

A reliable source.

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

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

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

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

I'm trying to do it nice.

Yeah.

I got some business downtown.

Meet me in 45 minutes.

Triborough Manufacturing.
Sixth and DeSoto.

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

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

Forty-five minutes.

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

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

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

Are you limping?

No.

Well, I got to
tell you, Charlie,

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

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

Four months.
But it wasn't your fault.

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

Four months?

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

he don't belong
in this business.

Look, I consider this
a real vote of confidence.

I can handle it, Jim.

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

Okay. Okay, Charlie.

Yeah, Helen?
Manette. Any calls?

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

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

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

You got it? Okay.

Mr. Rockford?

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

I thought we had
an agreement.

Just the two of us
to talk things over.

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

Jumpy as a cat.

Come on down here.

What I had in mind
was a private meeting.

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

This one
we don't negotiate.

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

I mind.

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

(EXCLAIMS)

I send a bunch of flowers
to an old pal,

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

Yeah, I got it.

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

A lot of questions,
speculation...

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

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

Look, Mr. Manette...
Shut up.

(SEWING MACHINE RUNNING)

This ends here. Now.

If I hear different,

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

Charlie!

Charlie! Charlie!

Yeah. Yeah,
I got you covered.

Well, got it
all typed up.

Assault with a
deadly weapon.

You really consider
a sewing machine a deadly weapon?

Well, Charlie Martell's
at Saint Stephen's

getting his skull
put back together.

Whatever they hit him
in the head with

seemed like a pretty
deadly weapon, yes.

And Jim said
they had guns.

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

Lieutenant, we got
Tommy Manette outside.

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

Yes, sir.

If she recognizes Manette,

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

you've got a conspiracy
to commit murder charge.

We've already linked him
to Richard Soderling.

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

Okay.

Come in, gentlemen.

So?

I just have a few
questions to ask you.

EYLER: Mr. Manette has
nothing to say at this time.

MANETTE: Lieutenant, I was...
EYLER: Mr. Manette, please.

Look, but I want to...

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

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

What for? You got
your attorney with you.

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

All right. Go ahead.
But make it quick.

(WHISPERING)
So she doesn't recognize him.

Now there goes
your conspiracy beef.

You never saw him before?

(WHISPERING) Never.

Hello, Helen?
Yeah, it's me.

I'm on "555-6000.

"Extension 1633."

Yeah, okay, babe.

(SIGHS)

So?

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

some very serious
charges against you.

He claims that he
and a companion, Charles Martell,

were physically
attacked by you and men in your employ.

Now this alleged
assault took place earlier this evening

on the premises
of the Triborough Manufacturing Company.

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

What side?

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

Except, of course, to
deny these allegations unequivocally.

Where, incidentally,
is this Mr. Martell?

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

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

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

against the word
of another.

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

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

Look, I wasn't anywheres
near the Triborough.

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

It's my poker night.

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

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

Everyone takes me
for a clothes maven.

(PHONE BUZZING)

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

Excuse me.
Lieutenant Chapman.

Yeah. Manette,
it's for you.

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

MANETTE: Hello? Yeah.

Without Charlie to back
me up, he probably will.

MANETTE: Yeah,
keep it simple.

KENDALL: Oh, Captain.

Oh, Miss Warren.
Nice to see you.

Everything humming
along all right?

No, it isn't.

Oh. Sorry to hear that.

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

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

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

Okay, will that do it?

Yeah, yeah,
for the time being.

Lieutenant, the man
made a mistake.

A big mistake.

Princess Rachevsky
has taken a personal interest in this case,

you may remember.

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

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

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

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

Charlie's in a coma.

What?

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

He was a good friend,

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

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

Nothing!

Hey, are you listening
to me or what?

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

Grow up, huh?

I know who I'm talking to.

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

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

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

and I can make
some phone calls.

Where am I going?

Amsterdam, Hawaii,
I don't know.

Well, you have to
get out of town.

Because of Manette?

Can you think of
a better reason?

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

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

Amsterdam would be perfect.
The Van Cotts are there.

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

They can always use
an extra man for dinner.

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

now what about
plane fare, huh?

Do you have a friend
at one of the airlines?

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

We always use
a courier service for our tickets.

First class, round trip.

All you have to do
is deliver an envelope

or occasionally
a small package.

And what's in the package?

Nothing illegal.
It's a legitimate business.

Mmm-hmm,
sometimes.

You really don't
need money, do you?

I almost wish I could
take you up on it.

But, Jim, you have to go.

Well, I don't think
Charlie would understand.

You know, I really
feel rotten about that.

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

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

And I kind of like
having you around.

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

I think I'll stick to him.

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

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

Kendall, please...

You're going to lose him.

What do we do now?
We wait.

For what?

Oh, to see if
Manette goes out again,

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

You do a lot of this
in your work?

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

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

Sounds exciting.

What do you do
with your time?

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

for your disapproval?

(GASPS) Such a look
of surprise.

Who me? Disapprove?

I don't disapprove.
Of course you do.

You have us
neatly categorized.

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

incapable of
real friendship...

I don't think
any of those things.

You don't belong
with that bunch.

You think I just
stumbled in off the street

and couldn't find
my way out again?

Something like that, yeah.

I like it, Jim.

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

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

Good food, good clothes...

Mmm. Good tailoring.
Uh-huh.

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

Yeah, I might.

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

Kendall, Kendall...

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

It's just going
to be a quick look.

You're not going
to miss anything.

But I want to
watch you work.

It's like watching
a man shave, intimate.

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

Mmm-hmm.

All right, keep
to the shadows.

I know all those
back stairway moves.

(INAUDIBLE)

That guy's always
talking on the phone.

Lieutenant, they're
in the squad room.

Sure they are.

(SCOFFS)

I see you're being
well taken care of

by our social director,
Lieutenant Becker.

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

They've had
a tough night?

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

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

What about
my tough night?

Who cares?

Uh, black with
two sugars, right, Doug?

I don't want any coffee.

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

Lieutenant, before you two
take this behind the barn,

could you tell us what
the coroner had to say?

Manette was poisoned.

Oh, no kidding.
Who would have guessed?

Uh, refill, Jim?

What'd they use?

That information
is confidential at the moment.

Suffice it to say...

"Suffice it to say"?

(CHUCKLES)
Suffice it to say, it was a chemical

used in silver
plating jewelry.

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

Watch this expression.

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

Jim...
Stay out of this, Becker.

What's the matter
with you two?

Stay out of this, Kendall.

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

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

That's under investigation.

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

At any other time, I might
find it fascinating.

But tonight,
I saw a man die,

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

That information
is confidential.

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

I'll tell the Princess.

She'll probably
tell the Governor.

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

The poison used
was vanadium dioxin,

introduced into a bottle
of Ch�teauneuf-du-Pape.

That's going first class.

You know something?

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

What's the matter with you?

You're asking for trouble
smarting off like that.

It satisfies some
primal need.

Friendly tip?

You better keep
a low profile, very low.

Chapman's going
to be waiting for you.

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

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

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

What can they possibly
have to do with Kendall?

Well, the key is Manette.

Who do you know who
might conceivably have known him?

Nobody.

Well, nobody in
organized crime,

but how about the
garment business?

You mean cloak
and suiters?

Yeah, or anyone connected
with it or with clothes.

I know dozens of people
in the fashion world.

Designers, models,
photographers,

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

That's it!

Women's Wear Daily?

No, Fashion Forecast.

Isn't that the newspaper
that Gus Fairfield publishes?

Gus?
Jim, he isn't a candidate.

His quarrel's with me,
not with Kendall.

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

What would be the motive?

Forget about
the motive for now.

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

He wouldn't know how.

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

he knew someone in
the garment business, Tommy Manette.

Manette would
know someone who would know how.

Richard Soderling.

You remember
the telephone call

that Manette took
at the police station?

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

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

Have you
told the police?

It's only speculation
at this point.

Well, if you're
right about Gus,

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

The proverbial
sitting duck.

No. We're going
to hire bodyguards.

As many as you
think are necessary.

I want around the
clock protection.

Rene...

I won't listen to
any arguments, Kendall.

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

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

Or she could stay here.
You both could.

Does "she" have
anything to say about it?

No. We're going
to Rocky's.

Must be nice
to have a home base.

I'm always having
to jettison things.

There's something
cozy about junk.

Oh, have I got
a garage for you.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHING) You know,

I'm wondering what set
Fairfield in motion.

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

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

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

If he hadn't had
such a personal dislike,

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

It'll cost him
about 35 million.

Why isn't he
trying to kill her?

I don't know.

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

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

Men's pajamas. Great!

June Allyson
always looked cute as a button in them.

(CHUCKLES)

You?
Who else?

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

Reminds me of
graham crackers.

Well, that's
Rocky, all right.

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

Is it, Jim?

Yeah, it's going
to be just fine.

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

Why don't I make us
some hot chocolate?

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

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

Well, if you do,
you just holler.

Thanks, Rocky.
Good night.

(WHISPERS) Good night.

That's a mighty
nice lady, Jim.

Yeah, she's nice.

She's an awful
nice lady, Jim.

Real nice, Rocky. Yeah.

You know who
she reminds me of?

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

It's sort of
a quality they got.

You know who
she reminds me of?

The girl that
married dear old dad.

(LAUGHING)
You seen it, too, huh, sonny?

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

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

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

The good old shoes
and rice routine.

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

Well, once would have
been enough for me.

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

(SCREAMS)

(MUFFLED CRIES)

(GRUNTS)

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

Yeah, I will.

You all right?
You sure? Mmm. Mmm.

(PANTING)

Why, Gus?

I didn't want to.

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

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

You know Irene
was going to ruin me.

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

(PANTING)

Look. Look, Dennis...

Lieutenant Becker.

Who reads all the
fine print, anyway?

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

What makes me special?

How come I gotta know
all the crummy statutes?

I say we call it
a misunderstanding.

And I say we throw
the book at you.

Some friend.

That's another thing.

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

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

that's a false, irresponsible
and inflammatory statement.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
What is it?

They said you wanted
to see me, Dennis?

Did you call me in
here because of him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't have time
for this, Angel.

Kendall was almost
killed tonight.

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

You haven't got
time for this?

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

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

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

That's it.

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

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

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

Because besides
finding the eight ponies,

we found a forged
British passport,

and a letter of
recommendation from Queen Elizabeth.

Let's go, Duke.

Oh!

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

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

Your Highness,
I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

But we'll just take
your statement.

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

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

Well, whatever you say.
Right this way.

Thank you.

They could have waited.

Until the Princess
got her eight hours?

You've denied it,
of course.

Denied what?

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

What is the
accusation?

You told me
to kill Kendall.

I see.

Why?

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

A whim, perhaps?

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

Lieutenant, earlier tonight,
the Princess hired bodyguards for me

for additional protection.

She also told me where
to find you tonight.

How did you think
I managed that?

You followed us
from the hotel.

Isn't that what
you said, Jim?

Yeah. I said
it was a possibility, yeah.

She was afraid he
was going to make another attempt.

(LAUGHING) Afraid?

She was calling
the shots.

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

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

It's all right, Freddie.

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

Like assigning you
a number and that sort of thing.

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

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

you had what you wanted.

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

in entering a plea
of diminished capacity.

It's that damn lawsuit.

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

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

He started it with
his smear campaign against you.

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

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

Mmm. Freddie's.

Call me in the morning.

I will.

Good night.

Kendall.

Well, he talks.

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

repeating all that garbage
Gus was spewing out.

Yeah, that's me,
the town gossip.

All right,
you had to tell him.

But you might
have handled it a little differently.

What, wait until morning?

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

Fairfield could be
telling the truth.

You're not serious.

Does Irene have any reason
for wanting you dead?

She's my best friend.

Friends kill friends,
husbands kill wives,

lovers kill lovers.
It happens all the time.

Good night, Jim.

Walking away from me
doesn't change anything.

(SIGHING) It changes
the atmosphere.

Would you at least
consider the possibility?

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

Well, for a long time.

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

Now because Gus
is smearing her again,

you want me to start
playing his game.

Pass.

It's over, Jim,
so thanks for everything

and adi�s.

Adi�s.

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

This Middle America stuff
gives me the creeps.

I think I know where I am.

Turn right
at the next corner.

VOICES: (CHANTING)
TD, TD, TD, TD, TD...

Irene, Irene.

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

Simi Valley High.

Irene, can we go home?

Please? I've got the
Steinmetz party tomorrow.

Tulips, inside and out.

Do you love me, Freddie?

Sure.

I mean, of course
I love you.

(SIGHS)

Alex always handled
everything so well

'cause he was
trained to as a child.

As an infant, really.

In royal households,
they always had imperatives.

I could always
rely on Alex.

He never disappointed me.

But now that he's gone...

You have me, Irene.

(INHALING SHARPLY)

Have I?

(SIGHING) Alex would
do anything for me.

Look, Irene...

Kill her, Freddie.

Come on...

I'm a florist.

Alex would
have killed her.

Is it because you don't
love me enough?

We just left
the police station.

Fairfield's making
accusations.

You can't be serious.

Do you know how
much money I have?

Well, you've
thought about it.

Money can buy freedom,
it can buy innocence.

It can buy
anything you want.

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

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
IRENE: Kendall?

Rene, what's the matter?

I'm out here and it's dark.

Where? Where's Freddie?

I don't know.

Kendall, what almost
happened to you tonight,

it's all my fault.

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

(STAMMERING) It was, Kendall.
You don't know.

Rene, where are you?

You remember the
homecoming game against Marshall High?

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

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

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

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

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I wanted
to see the place again,

but it's so dark.

I didn't know
it would be so dark.

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

I'm on my way.

Rene.

Rene? Where are you?

I'm up here.

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

So solicitous.

I'm not drunk, you know.

I didn't say you were.

Well, implied in
your tone of voice.

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

What a horrible
place this is.

I never belonged
here. Never.

That's why
we got out, Rene.

But you never
let me get out.

Not all the way.

Always reminding me.

Always threatening to tell.

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

Indirectly.

Well, I won't
have it, Kendall.

I won't live with
that threat any longer.

Any longer!

Don't do it, Freddie.

Don't!

Don't do it, Freddie.

Put the gun down
to your side.

Do it!

(GRUNTS)

You see,
it wasn't over.

I knew you'd
destroy me, Kendall.

I knew it
from the start.

Rene...

IRENE: I am not Irene Pinchuk
from Simi Valley.

I won't have them
all laughing at me.

I am a princess.

VOICES: (ECHOING)
Push 'em back, push 'em back, way back.

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

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

Yes, yes, yes.

I am...

I am...

I...

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

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

What is this anyway?

Every time you lose
something, you come over here

and you tear
my poor house apart.

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

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

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

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

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

They started out together
in Simi Valley and ended up in the C�te d'Azur.

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

Just because someone
tries to kill you?

I've got to tell you
something, sonny,

that would leave me
feeling less than friendly.

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

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

Will you keep looking
for that pen?

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

and see if she could
see Irene.

Well, good,
you stick close to her.

That girl could use
a little cheering up.

Uh, later, maybe
we could go to dinner.

You know, just family?

(CHUCKLES)

You never give up,
do you, Dad?

Kendall?

She wouldn't see me.

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

(SIGHS) No.

I talked to my friend
from the courier service.

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

It's nice there
this time of year.

Yeah, so is California.
You might like it yourself

if you just give it
a chance.

Yes. I just might.

(HONKING)

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

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

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

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

Nothing fancy,
strictly family.

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