All language subtitles for Rockford Files s06e05 Only Rock N Roll Will Never Die 2.eng

Renegade Lotion LP.
It shipped platinum.

However, 300,000 bootleg
copies hit the stands the same time ours did.

Bernie Seldon murdered
somebody and then buried them on his own property?

Somebody blew my cover.

You are talking about
the woman I love!

You were
an uncooperative source.

I was just
following up.

You really are a trophy,
lady, you know that?

Do you hear what
I just said to you?

You put your finger on me
one more time, ace,

you're gonna be eating
soft foods for a month.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Turn it left! Turn it...
Not my car again!

(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)

Jimmy, this is Dora.

I'm going to move in
with the kids, but I'll sure miss you, dear.

Thank you for taking out
the garbage every week.

I'll send you a card
for your birthday.

News at 6:00.
Lindy Jones has the story.

This is James Garner.

Here are scenes
from Part I of "Only Rock and Roll Will Never Die."

John, it was
the first day of testimony for plaintiff Diane Bjornstrom

in her suit against
pop star Tim Richie

pondering the $15 million
price tag of love.

Did you meet with Miss
Bjornstrom in connection with this project?

Honor� and I wanted
her to play the central female role.

Is this a copy
of the shooting script of Vitriole?

Yes. This is my rewrite.

I knew when
I called you, you'd show up.

Even though, like you said,
you're not exactly turned on by missing persons work.

But back in Quentin
we didn't call you Mr. Stand-Up for nothing.

I never was
too comfortable with that name, Eddie.

What, are you head
of security here?

I don't know how much
Eddie's told you about the problem.

Not much. He just said
that you're worried about a friend.

Yeah.

His name's Brian Charles.
Brian and me started the group back in the '60s.

Anyway, it's been a
week now and no Brian.

Talking about Brian?

Jim Rockford,
Ron Martz. Tim's manager.

You are?

Jim Rockford.

Hi, I'm Whitney Cox.
You're the private investigator. Am I right?

You're here about
Brian Charles.

Women like that
don't break out into a sweat over guys like me.

Women like
that don't sweat, according to you.

Whitney's going to do
an in-depth profile on Tim in three parts.

(SIGHS)
Oh, really?

You know, I never would have
thought you were a reporter unless somebody told me.

What's the angle
on your three parter?

That Tim Richie is the most
sensual man of his time.

(GROANS)

You all right?
Who was it?

That's the point I'm trying
to make, Eddie. I don't know.

How well do you know
Brian?

Well as you can
know a smackhead.

We're right in the middle
of reworking some tunes. What do you need?

I was kind of curious about
just how she and Brian got hooked up together.

We both met him at
Bernie Seldon's house a couple of weeks ago.

He has a pretty hefty
yellow sheet for violent crimes, doesn't he, Dennis?

BECKER: Bernie Seldon.
So what?

I've heard of Evergreen
Management,

though I know nothing about
this greaser connection.

But even if there is one,
hoods in the music business?

That doesn't exactly rate with
"Japan surrenders," does it?

And if Brian chooses to
hang out with a couple of broken noses,

that doesn't mean
he's involved with them in any real way.

No. No, it doesn't.
It only means that this is as far

as I'll take an
investigation of this kind.

Look, Brian disappeared
in the dead of night over a week ago.

Now I'm not going to
be the next one to follow him into the flying saucer.

Pay him off.

So how's it going with
the Brian Charles case? You come up with anything?

You know Miss Cox...
Whitney.

I do not discuss
my cases with anyone but the principals.

You just won't have it
that way, will you?

Eddie, you don't
even know her.

You're reacting to her
looks, her appearance.

Oh, Jim. It's not
just physical. I know what she is.

Hey, Jimmy could
you maybe reconsider on the case?

(GUN FIRING)

Behind the car, Eddie!
They're shooting at us, Eddie!

(GROANS)

Why in that leg?

GARNER: And now the
conclusion of "Only Rock and Roll Will Never Die."

The best laid plans.

Can I use your phone?
I want to call the auto club.

Make it quick.
I don't want to be hanging around here,

swatting nine millimeter
slugs again.

Grab a change of clothes
and get a toothbrush.

Holy cow, they blew
the doorknob off. We got to use the bedroom.

I'll tell you, Eddie,
I'm not gonna hang around here waiting for the cops

to get off their
bureaucratic duffs.

I'm going to get to work.
Try to put together a package to take to them

on Bernie Seldon.

Bernie Seldon? Jim,
we don't really know that the shooting happened

because you were
investigating him. I think...

(SIGHS)

All right, look, I still
have two weeks until I have to get out of Tim's place.

We could just go up there
and you could bunk in with me. You've seen the house.

I mean,
nobody's going to get in.

It's like
an armed compound.

Yeah, yeah, that's a
great idea. You and me and the Shah of Iran.

Yeah, look my car
is broken down. I need a tow.

29 Cove Road, Malibu.

Jimmy, what's your
nearest cross street?

The Pacific Ocean.

I don't know. There
really isn't one. It's just 29 Cove Road.

Yeah, it's a silver gray
Mercedes 450.

Goes to Santa Monica
Deutsche Sales. Yeah.

What?

Did you tell anybody
about how the investigation was going?

Huh? Did you tell
them that I was going to Evergreen?

Or that I'd been
to Evergreen

or what I knew about
Seldon's background?

No. Well, Tim yeah.
I told Tim you were going.

No, no, no. Besides Tim.
Now, I went over there under a different name.

Somebody blew my cover.
Or else how could Seldon come back at me?

How about Brenda Starr,
the ace reporter?

Whitney? No. I never even
discussed the case with her and I never would.

All right, all right.
If you say so. No hard feelings.

Jimmy, if Bernie Seldon
is trying to have you stopped, why?

What is he trying to
keep buried? And where the hell is Brian?

I don't know.
I don't know.

But I'll tell you
one thing, Eddie,

Tim Richie is showing an
awful lot of concern about a guy who is basically

one big pain
in his neck.

Yeah, but...

Then I told him that
I'd linked up Brian and Evergreen Management,

a family store.

Did he seem upset?
Did he show any surprise? No.

Well, what did you want,
the actor's studio?

You want him to scream
and eat his tie?

I don't know but
I'm going to tell you something, Eddie.

I don't like your
boss. And besides,

we've still got
a $2,000 account to settle with him.

You're not gonna go
up there and confront Tim, are you?

He's not used to
being questioned.

I'm already in terrible
trouble and I'm hoping I could still get my job back.

Maybe you will
and maybe you won't.

Maybe you'll end up as
the night security guard at the Sepulveda Pitch-n-Putt.

But I'll tell you
something, Eddie.

I am willing to risk
all that.

When it's put up
against my neck.

Who cares anyway?
I... Job, money, joy.

(SIGHS)

These past few weeks,
ever since Whitney,

I'm beginning to think
how little life holds in store for me.

It's like a cold room
with no light

and in some ways
I'd be better off dead.

Are you coming,
Heathcliff?

(WOMAN WHOOPING)

Hi, Eddie! If you guys
are looking for Tim, he's in the room.

All right, that's it. Jimmy,
we can't disturb Tim if he's up in his room.

Why not? We had
our first meeting up in the bedroom,

we can have
our last one.

No, Jimmy...

Jimmy, I'm telling you.
This is not his bedroom. This is the other room.

It's way up on
the top floor.

He goes there to get
away from everybody and write songs.

Now nobody's ever
been in it and nobody's supposed to disturb him.

Good, then I'll feel
like an innovator.

Just hush,
Eddie, hush.

Mr. Richie?
It's Jim Rockford. I need to talk to you.

TIM: You're not supposed
to be up in this part of the house. Who let you in?

It's about Brian Charles.

Go down to the patio.

Mr. Richie, somebody
tried to kill me last night. That's why I'm limping.

Eddie almost got his arm
blown off. Now what are we supposed to do, huh?

How about it, Mr. Richie?
You going to clean it up

or are you just going to
let what happens, happen?

All right.
Renegade Lotion LP. It shipped platinum.

However, 300,000 bootleg
copies hit the stands the same time ours did.

A million four,
it cost us.

Tim's got his own label,
Butter Records.

RONNY: A million four
it cost us to date.

Yeah, things like
that are why the mob likes the business.

Yeah, I know all this,
I read the papers.

Now you figure it was
Brian Charles who rolled over on you?

The man is a jealous,
spiteful person. That's all. Emis.

But Brian does look
pretty good for it.

A master disc was missing
on one of his trips to the pressing plant.

You see, when I decided
to give Migraine or Yours disco shadings,

I guess he figured
I was just cashing in. So why shouldn't he?

And that's not jealousy.
I don't know what that is.

You know all this
and you sent me to Evergreen Management

to walk into
the propeller?

No, no, no, no.
Evergreen Management and Bernie Seldon,

well, that was
news to me.

But it did confirm
my suspicions.

I wasn't sure Brian
had sold me out. What if I'd been wrong?

So I just kind of
left that part out.

Then if you found him
and I was wrong...

Well, well, I have
no reason to feel bad at all then, do I?

Okay, Mr. Richie,
you want to put in a call to the police

and tell them about it
or shall I break the ice?

I'm sorry. I won't tell the
police anything about this.

Why not? Come on, Tim.

Let's give Brian the spike.
He's got it coming.

You're not the
one in the middle of a court case.

It won't be you the press
glom on to as trying to skewer your best friend

in a play for sympathy,
with no real evidence at all.

In other words,
this is my grain and not yours, eh?

I'm sorry.

My, my, my.

Wait until Whitney Cox gets
an earful of this chit-chat.

Oh, she'll have
a field day.

Just last night, Tim
was telling me that she was bugging him

about Brian and
Evergreen Management.

I don't even know how
the hell she found out.

Oh, say, guys, did I
say something wrong?

Darn this silly
mouth of mine.

Jimmy! Wait!

You wouldn't discuss the
case with her, huh? So much for jailhouse loyalties!

You see? I knew you'd
jump to conclusions. So I kept quiet.

Okay, so Whitney asked
me what you were doing the other day,

and I kind of mentioned
you'd be going down to Evergreen and I...

Yeah and she probably
told Bernie Seldon I'd been to his place and why.

Now she's gonna truck
her little hips down to the police station with me,

and tell them
all about it.

I'm building probable
cause for that shooting

and if that gets in the way
of your junior high school fantasy, that's tough.

Now where's she staying?

The Bever-Wyn hotel.

But you stay out
of her way, Jim.

You are assassinating the
character of a woman who would never harm another person.

Who are we talking
about? Molly Pitcher?

You think it takes some
kind of grit to sleep with a dozen guys

just to get an
angle on a story?

What is the matter
with you, Eddie?

You are talking about
the girl I love!

Ow, Eddie, don't!
You think that's funny, huh?

(GROANING)
How do you like it? How do you like it?

(GROANS)

You crazy nut!

Out of the way,
you turkey!

Let me see if I can sketch
out this little scenario you've got in your head.

You think that I've
been pumping your friend about you?

And you also think that I've
been dogging your footsteps to gain access to information.

That's the scenario. Yeah.

Well, that's
an untruth.

But not a lie?

What are you doing?

Well, now this is a
real un-coincidence.

I had this mud on my shoes
after I took a spill in Brian Charles' organic garden.

It's a combination
of red clay and...

You think that I
went skulking up to Brian's after you?

Well, you're
totally wrong.

...manure.

(SIGHS)

I don't know why I
should be embarrassed.

You're an uncooperative
source. I was just following up a story.

Well, how about
beating me in the head with a rock?

That may not embarrass
you but the side of my head was flushed.

You really are a trophy,
lady, you know that?

Look, I didn't mean to
hit you in the head with that rock. Honestly.

I was trying to throw it
in the brush past you so it would make a noise,

you would go toward it
and I could get away.

Oh, come on.
That didn't even work on The Cisco Kid.

But it's the truth,
Mr. Rockford. Really, it is.

Look, I admit,
I have been behind you a lot of the time.

I did go to Bernie Seldon's
office at Evergreen Management right after you'd been there.

But I was just trying
to feel him out.

All I said was, did he
know why a private investigator had been hired

to look into
the activities of Brian Charles?

Boy, did he blow up.

Didn't he though?
Lady, I think you owe it to me

to come down to the
Hollywood division.

Yeah, I know. I'll just
go change my clothes.

I am sorry.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yeah?

Whitney,
it's me, Eddie.

Listen, I have to
talk to you.

My friend, Jim Rockford,
he's got this idea...

Oh!

Look, he told me
about the shooting. That's just terrible.

He said you were
hit in the arm.

Well, they sutured it up.
My wrist will always be numb, but that's the way it goes.

They wanted to give me
pain pills, but I just don't believe in that stuff.

Hey, look, I don't
know what he said,

but you don't have to put
up with his accusations.

Look, don't be silly.
He's absolutely right.

I did manage
to foul things up.

We're going to go down
to police headquarters.

Eddie, I'd like to get
something straight.

You rushed over here to
warn her, but you stopped to change clothes?

(CHUCKLES)

When you leave here,
which is going to be in about 30 seconds,

I'll place a call to
a Mr. P. Truman Dixon,

who's a very dear
friend of mine in the justice department.

Well, it's up
to you, sir.

Mr. Seldon, why did you react
so extremely when Miss Cox told you that Mr. Rockford

was investigating
the disappearance of Brian Charles?

Oh, is that who
we're talking about here, Mr. Rockford?

I do know I was upset
to hear that a licensed investigator

was in here misrepresenting
himself as some cracker in a 10-gallon hat,

offering bogus
promotional schemes, upsetting the talent.

Where's Brian Charles?

Now this man isn't a cowboy
and he isn't a police officer either, is he?

Or is he?

I'm asking the questions, sir.

What do you know about
the theft of a recording master from Butter Records.

Tim Richie's label.

Nothing. Look, we're not
going to a bris. We're talking Grammys here.

I'll be sitting with
major people. I need something more current.

Nobody wears this
stuff anymore, do they?

You never had
any dealings with Brian Charles?

Dealings that might have
resulted in a loss of revenues to Tim Richie?

Brian Charles and I
are social friends.

I've had him up to the
place a couple of times,

because we have a business
interest in Robert Indiana. He's a painter.

I got two of his.

Where were you last
night about 1:30?

At home, listening to
tapes by the talent. I put in 18 hour days.

At home. Probably
all by himself.

Oh, well, he really threw
us a curve with that one, Dennis. Didn't expect that.

You see that door?
Grab the knob, turn it, pull.

Now as a person,
I am very cooperative but now,

if you have anything you
want to say to me, you say it with my lawyer present!

I told you, not the
regular black shoes.

I want patent leather
with the velvet bows!

You jocko, I'm
gonna remember.

So this is what happens
when I'm cooperating with the press, huh?

Oh, you were very
anxious to talk to me at first, Mr. Seldon.

You said that publicity
in the right magazines

is something money
couldn't buy.

You told me your story was
about the private life, or whatever, of Tim Richie.

So now what?

Evergreen Management
gets linked up in print with record piracy?

Tarred by the same brush?

Same brush?

You know what
I mean, innuendo.

You think you're talking
to some chaim yonkel,

who stepped onto
Ellis Island in his baggy coat?

You think I don't
know how things work

at those chic little rags
like Knickerbocker?

Okay, everybody.
Let's go out.

Now here's a man
who's making sense. A little too late.

Why... Why threaten
Whitney, too?

I mean, she wouldn't
print anything about him and illegal activities,

unless she could back it up.
And record piracy isn't even her line of work.

You know, it might be
an interesting sidelight to the Tim Richie story.

A man embattled on all
fronts, love, business.

Folks, do you think
we could get back to our problem,

which is what cathedral we
go begging to for sanctuary?

So you think that's what
happened to Brian Charles?

I mean, you actually
think he's dead?

He's been gone long enough.
And you take a guy like Bernie Seldon,

I mean, once he's gotten
whatever he wanted from Brian, he'll easily dispose of him.

That creep.

Whitney ordered a glass
of Chianti, and the guy forgot all about it.

I'm gonna go straighten
him out. Excuse me.

He's a very nice man.
But, boy, he's awfully morose and quiet.

Well, only for the
last couple of weeks.

Actually he's
a firecracker.

Eddie?

Yeah, yeah. You know,
he's top man on the prison variety show.

Told jokes and
played blues harmonica.

You take him to parties,
he goes into orbit.

What's wrong?
Has there been a death in his family?

Uh...

You know, since
you're asking,

he's really taken
with you, you know.

He thinks
a lot about you.

Eddie?
Yeah.

Who are we
talking about?

You've never noticed
that he's attracted to you?

No. I mean, he never even
looks straight at me.

And he either mumbles
or is short with me.

I mean, I never even
thought he liked me.

Well, I don't think that he
thinks you like him, you know.

Sometimes it's very
difficult to approach someone

that you really think
a lot about.

Is this for real?

Do you think I really
enjoy fixing people up?

Do you think I get
my kicks that way?

Nine times out of 10
it's a sucker bet.

I'm only taking
this chance because I know he's unhappy,

and I just hate to see him
walking around with his tongue on the sidewalk.

The lady ordered
some wine, a glass of red wine.

WHITNEY:
You know, he's kind of cute. Come to think of it,

I have noticed sort of
a virility in his walk, an animal energy...

Eddie?

Yeah, of course,
he's no

Ronny Martz or Tim Richie.

Ronny, has the sexuality
of a pocket calculator.

As for Tim,
well, unfortunately, I wouldn't know.

Oh, I kind of
thought that...

Thank you,
kind sir.

So you think Bernie Seldon
really laid poor Brian in the case, huh, Jim?

I think you're
probably right.

I'll tell you something
else. If the cops can find Brian's body,

they'd have a
corpus delecti, and after what we've told them,

I don't think they'd have any
choice but to launch a murder investigation against Seldon.

Great. Well, all we have
to do is find the body.

You know, if we really luck
out, we might come up with Jimmy Hoffa while we're at it.

ROCKFORD: You know, I've been
giving that some thought,

and I'm not too sure
that Brian ever left his house that night

after he and Chiyoko Takai
were rolling on the sofa.

I mean, the guy
didn't drive a car,

there was an uncashed
airline ticket on his desk.

You remember what
Dwight Deleau said?

That Brian had gone gaga
over organic gardening and then he lost interest

and everything died.

Well, the night that
I fell and Whitney, too.

I mean, the ground
wasn't dry and hardened.

It was freshly dug.

That's right.

That's not too shabby, Jimmy,
that's not too shabby.

I think it's worth a shot.

Personally, I think
it's a long shot.

Bernie Seldon murdered
somebody and then buried them on his own property?

Seldon's too savvy
for that. I just think it leaves too much hanging.

Hey, Whitney. Maybe you
better not watch. I mean, if Jim is right,

it's not...

Oh, Eddie, you see
a lot as a journalist.

I did this story
once on gang wars in the South Bronx.

You wouldn't believe
some of the things I saw.

Hey, why don't you give
me your jacket? It looks like a nice one.

You wouldn't
want to ruin it.

Well, thanks, Whitney.

It looks like
a Ventino.

EDDIE: Yeah.
I think he's the best.

Wonderful material.

Yeah, I think the days
of the unconstructed jacket are numbered.

I think Ventino really
made a sharp move.

Hey, folks, we are digging
for a man's body.

You do realize that, huh?

I'm sorry, I didn't
bring the Chablis, but that's how it goes.

Okay, Jim, we're sorry.
You made your point.

I think I liked things
better before dinner.

Well, what's that
supposed to mean?

Frankly, I think we're
digging for nothing. I still think...

Uh-oh!

Oh, boy.

Oh!

That's him.
That's Brian Charles.

RADIO HOST: '60s rock
and roller Brian Charles,

whose body was discovered
by an associate this evening,

buried in the garden of
his Topanga Canyon home.

Charles was one of the...

I got to talk to you.

Get out of here.

You want me
to close this?

I thought everybody'd left.
Should have locked the door.

I'm only here
because everybody has to pay their bills,

just like the grown-ups.

I did what I was hired
to do. I found Brian.

I have a lax attitude
toward money.

Most people who come
around here either adjust to it or they don't stay.

Oh, don't look at me that way,
Mr. Rockford, I'm supposed to have that attitude.

You can't sing songs
about personal anarchy on the one hand

and be checking
your bank statement with the other.

How do you explain this,
huh? It's quite a layout for an anarchist.

(LAUGHS)

I can't. Oh, I used to have
some line I fed myself.

It had something to do with
my contempt for it all and how that made it okay.

How much do
I owe you?

Two thousand.

Two thousand.
Two thousand.

Well, let's see
what we have.

I'm afraid that doesn't
quite make it.

I've got it. I'll give it
to you downstairs.

Oh, hey. This was on the
door. It came for you.

"Ronny phoned me
regarding Brian. Stop.

"Despite all that's happened,
wish to say I feel for your loss of oldest friend,

"Stop.

"Diane."

You should have seen her
when I first met her.

Before photographers,

before all the snow
went up her nose, before this, Malibu.

(LAUGHS)

Do you know she was
older than me? You would've never known it.

She still had her
Christmas stocking given to her as a kid

when she first
moved in with me.

We had to have
stockings at Christmas.

Brian was clean then.

You know he was
going deaf? Yeah.

So he tried to get away
from this kind of music.

Went to New York,
composed some half-baked rock opera in '73,

scored a couple
of movies in London.

But he couldn't stay
away from it. Fads come, fads go.

Glitter, reggae,
now disco.

But he couldn't
stay away from it.

All he wanted was
to sit up with me till 4:00 in the morning

playing Johnny B. Goode
till his brains popped out of his ears.

(CHUCKLES)

Same as when
we were 16.

But you're a sellout,
is that it?

You see those
45's over there?

Those were ours
when we were 16.

The record player's his.

He kept it in his room
above his parent's garage.

I appropriated
it somewhere along the line.

But those records...
Those records.

Mystery Train,
Little Queenie, Rave On, Mona.

We used to cut school,
sneak up to his room

try to follow
the chord patterns.

Practice Chuck Berry's
duck walk

and dream, dream, dream,
that maybe one day

we'd be good enough
to go back to our high school assembly

and blow their socks off.

Show them we really
were somebody.

(SIGHS)

That's a long way from
singing songs about tension headaches

for a lot of coked out
swingers at private discos.

Long way.

Did you ever go
back to your high school and play?

You bet we did.

What do you
want from life?

Hey, come on.
That's a million in one jolt, you know.

I mean, most people
go back to their high school reunion,

they're overweight,
frustrated and unmemorable. You...

You've got this big
house on the ocean, you're still alive.

You... You're gonna
be remembered always by the people back home.

So what do you want from
life? A putting green?

You're going to miss
him a lot, aren't you?

That's what it always
was, wasn't it?

I mean, the
adverse publicity,

the rationalization
that you gave me,

the truth of it is

you really cared a lot
about Brian. You didn't want him hurt.

I blew the chance to
ever tell him, didn't I?

Yeah.

Yeah, you did.

Those things you said.

Is that how you felt at
your high school reunion?

No, no, I always
kept myself in pretty good shape.

I've got my big house
on the ocean. A big house on big wheels.

Besides, I was in
prison at the time.

Come on, I'll give you
the rest of your money.

How long you
been out here?

Not too long, Tim.
I just wanted to see how you were doing.

I just didn't want
to disturb you.

I'm very sorry
about Brian Charles.

I am, too.

Thank you.

This ought
to cover it.

Walk up from your big
beach house sometime, Mr. Rockford.

What do you think Eddie?
You want to wind it up with some cherrystone clams and...

... in excess of 40 miles
an hour, when he hit

the 76-year-old
Mr. Allen, a retired cantor.

So far, a door-to-door search
has failed to apprehend

the suspect
hit-and-run cyclist...

That's disgusting.

Boy, it's nice to have
a meal at home after four days away.

You should have
seen this, sonny.

Some fella just run over
some poor old senior citizen on his cycle,

then he run
off like a rat.

Poor old guy was a
former horse trainer.

FEMALE REPORTER:
A crowded courtroom was surprised this morning

when pop star Tim Richie
failed to appear in this the 18th day

of his settlement trial
against former live-in actress Diane Bjornstrom.

Here, sonny, here...

I heard, Rocky,
no thanks.

I'd just as soon let
the whole thing slip into history.

After the session,
Miss Bjornstrom's attorney, Mitchell Robinson,

offered his own theory
as to what caused Richie's absence.

MITCHELL: I'm certain that
Mr. Richie is keenly feeling the loss of his friend.

Neither do I doubt
that last week's testimony by these two gentlemen

caused him to lose his
appetite for the fray.

There's little doubt
in anyone's mind that,

not withstanding
Mr. Richie's protestation,

it was he who caused a
halt in Diane's career,

as witnessed by the fact
that he refused to allow her

to film Vitriole
in London in 1974.

In a related story,
charges of grand theft and copyright infringement

were filed today
against Bernard Seldon,

president and general manager
of Evergreen Management, a Beverly Hills talent agency.

I don't believe it.
Atta boy, Dennis.

The charges of theft
from Tim Richie's Butter Records label

were formally filed
after coded documents

and numbered Swiss bank
accounts were found hidden in the home

of Butter Records
producer, Brian Charles, who was murdered...

Yeah, well, Dennis
got lucky. Big deal.

Well, I don't see
you finding any Swiss documents up there.

Police say they are
continuing to investigate the murder of Brian Charles

and the subsequent
attempted murder of a Malibu investigator,

but so far they have
no new leads. More after this...

Did you hear that?
That's... That's you they're talking about.

You made the 6:00 news.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, boy, I wish
they'd mentioned your name, though.

Yeah, maybe when I
plummet to my death in a hang-gliding accident.

What? Who you calling?

Whitney Cox, please.
When did she last pick up her messages?

Okay, thank you.

She hasn't
been in her room since yesterday afternoon.

Who for the love of Mike?

Whitney Cox.
Now, let's just rethink this a minute, huh?

If you were Bernie Seldon,

and you'd entered into
an illegal arrangement with Charles,

why would you
have hid him?

I mean, he's
a valuable resource. Why use him up?

All hell broke loose for me
when Whitney Cox started dogging my footsteps.

She shot off her mouth
to Bernie Seldon.

Now what if she did the same
with the Florio brothers?

She even knew them
in New York.

I'm going to Eddie's,
Dad. See you later.

Hey, sonny, wait a
minute. Don't leave me eating all alone here

with just a TV set.

(DOOR CLOSES)
Sonny!

TVANNOUNCER:
... Hurricane Floyd was one of the most powerful

and most deadly
storms of the year...

Hey, Eddie?

Jim?
Yeah.

Hey, is Whitney here?

You're pretty sharp,
Jimmy. You don't miss too much, do you?

Well, it wasn't too hard
to spot the way the trend was going last night.

I need to
talk to her.

Well, she just left
about a half an hour ago.

Come on in.

What's the problem?

The Florio brothers.

I'm starting to wonder
if maybe it was them who planted Brian

in his garden and
then tried to take you and me out.

Why, those two pinkies?
Jim, they arraigned Bernie Seldon today.

You ought to try
and stay current.

Did anybody arraign
him for murder, huh?

I mean, the cops said
they have no leads.

And when they say no leads,
they mean no hope.

Now Tim told me that Brian
was scoring pictures in London in the early '70s.

That's London. Pictures.
Moving pictures.

Yeah, so what.
I mean...

Wait a minute.
That explains it.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
Don't talk to yourself. Talk to me.

Whitney. We were watching
the progress of Tim's trial on the 6:00 news

and when the Florio
brothers came on

and Robinson started talking
about the picture in London,

Whitney all of a sudden
sat up in the bed

and she whispered
something like, "Dear God."

I asked her what
was the matter and she didn't say anything.

I went into the kitchen
and when I came back,

she was getting dressed,
and said she'd be back later tonight.

Yeah, yeah. Sure she
put it all together.

You know, she was
standing outside Tim's room when Tim told me

that Brian was in London.
You were right there.

Was I?

Yeah. Was that
what Tim was talking about?

I was kind of
preoccupied.

Eddie, just suppose
that the Florio brothers testimony was perjured

and it was a whole souffl�
that they cooked up and then offered to Diane

for a cut of her settlement.

Now Brian was in London
in the motion picture business at the time.

Maybe he knew that Diane
was never even considered for that role.

I think little Whitney put
a press card in her hat and went out to scoop the world.

Well, she wouldn't be
stupid enough to confront the Florio's with that.

No, but I still think we
ought to try and find her.

She might try
to talk to Diane.

You know, send up
a few trial balloons, watch for a reaction,

and then get into trying
to prove it out.

Brian Charles, he was
a talented man, some say he was gifted.

Why don't we talk
about Brian Charles?

We all loved Brian.

So it seems, but
here was a man to contradict John Donne,

a man who was an island.

John and I once had
an argument about that.

Once people become
critics at Rolling Stone,

they think
they know everything.

(CHUCKLES) Yes. Well, anyway,
you must have known Brian

after his fall
from fame.

I mean,
his years in obscurity,

in sanitariums,
trying to write motion picture scores.

Living in exile in London.
What was he like then?

Pretty much like himself.

I'm not sure I understand
the question.

Well, Diane, what
I'm asking you is

what was Brian like after
he left The Suspects?

Were his years in
London happy ones?

We kind of lost touch.

I sent him money
a couple of times.

WHITNEY: Well, did you
ever see Brian on your trips to England?

Did you ever hear
any of his scores?

They must have
been interesting, to say the least.

DIANE: He was
such a cutup.

She knows about
Brian. Are you blind or just stupid?

Alain and I, we could go
to the electrical chair!

You killed Brian?

Honor�, that wasn't
part of the agreement! I never...

How did you think
he was going to be kept quiet?

I better call Alain.
He'll know what to do now.

(SIGHS) I guess
that's what happened.

Whitney went out to dinner
with the Florio brothers after they met me.

They must have played
her like a violin.

Oh, wow.

I know this is hard for you
to listen to Eddie but...

I'm going to tell
you something, Jim.

But it's gotta stay just
between the two of us.

Yeah?

It was quite a night.

(EXHALES)
It was amazing.

Well, I'm happy for
you in that respect.

No, you don't
understand.

I don't really know
where it all went wrong.

Maybe it was when
we ordered out at Ricky's Rib Ranch.

That's a big mistake
right there.

You get sick?

No. It's just hard to stay
turned on when somebody's got dried barbecue sauce

in the corner of their mouth
and on their chin, you know.

There's something about
the color of that sauce.

Eddie, do I have
to listen to this?

(SIGHS) Well, we were
drinking a little and talking and fooling around

and then she says
she's not comfortable unless it's dark.

I said fine. So I started
closing the shades, closing the drapes.

I got it exactly
the way she wanted it.

Then she gets up
and raids the icebox.

I follow her. Well,
in the light of the refrigerator bulb,

I put my arms
around her...

ROCKFORD: Yeah.

Turn her around
and I touch her lips with mine, you know.

Yeah, yeah.

And all night sexually,
it was just... It was nothing.

I mean...
I don't know.

I'm sorry Eddie,
I really am.

It's nobody's fault, really.
It's just no spark.

The appeal to me
was strictly looks.

I was taken in
by appearances.

Now, Eddie, I tried to
make that clear to you.

And talk about
self-centered?

All night long,
yammer, yammer, yammer.

Her father, her job,
her French food processing machine! Who cares?

Well, she probably feels
that nobody does and that's why she stays that way.

A bright, good-Iooking
person like her?

With a lot to offer if she
wasn't so messed up? How could you think that way?

She could have it all.

Yeah, well, so could you,
Eddie, so could you.

You know, you give power
away by the shovel-full to people you don't even know.

EDDIE: This doesn't
look too good.

That's Alain's car,
and there's Whitney's car.

You carrying a gun?

No. Silly me. When they
arrested Seldon, I thought my troubles were over.

ALAIN: Honor�,
what is this?

HONOR�:
Must have been Whitney.

There's no
time for arguments. This is madness!

Now why are you here
to begin with, Honor�?

I told you to stay away
from her until after the trial was done!

Now do you know
how this would look?

All your life you've
been betraying Martz.

And now you risk
doing the same to me.

I want no
part of this.

Everything,
everything will be okay.

But first, we have to do
something about Whitney.

Let's get her out to the car.

HONOR�: Alain!

Honor�.

Eddie?

I'm all right, Jim.

Turn it left! Turn it...

(HORN BLARING)
Not my car again!

Finally!

You go ahead,
I'm not hungry.

What is the matter
with you today, Eddie?

All I'm getting from
you is monosyllables or bad news.

Well, I wasn't gonna
bring it up, Jim.

But since you ask,
I'm more than a little yanked off

to find out that it was
you who told Whitney how I felt about her.

You were in misery
at the time. Remember?

Life was a cold
room with no light?

Don't come down on me just
because she didn't turn out to be the lovely Irene Rich.

It doesn't make
any difference how it turns out.

I just don't want
you interfering in my personal life, Jimmy.

I mean, I don't need
anyone to speak for me.

Well, that is choice,
that's really choice.

You know, I had to hold
your little hand for a week and listen to you braying.

Now you tell me to stay
out of it. Boy, I knew I was making a mistake.

I just knew it.
Never again.

Okay, I don't want to
talk about it anymore.

I mean I just don't
want it to happen in the future, okay?

Uh-oh, boy.

Who told her that we
were going to be here?

Well, I had left
a note for Rocky...

Look, I'm leaving.
Tell her you don't know where I went.

I am maxed out with
that lady, Jimmy. I just couldn't stand it.

Oh, hi!
Hi. Mind if I sit down?

Oh, no. Please, please.
You just missed Eddie.

Yeah. I'm sure you
could probably find him at his place.

Oh, that's okay.
I didn't really want to talk to Eddie, anyway.

I wanted to
talk to you.

I'm going back
to New York.

Oh!

I just wanted to thank
you for what you did.

Well, no need to.
It was pretty much a thankless job.

(CHUCKLES)

Look, while we're
talking about it, I was just wondering,

you know that little cassette
that you took from me

the other night
up at Tim's?

I was wondering if
I could have it back.

Oh, well, sure, sure.

Oh! I gotta tell you,
a really dumb thing happened.

You know, the other
night the whole Rockford clan got together.

You know, we sometimes
do that and my dad got out his squeeze box

and we played
The Dust on Mother's Bible

and
Will the Circle Be Unbroken, Amazing Grace...

You know, all the old
favorites and I wanted to tape it for my nephews.

And well, cluck that I am,
you know, I taped right over everything you had.

(CHUCKLES)

You are no cluck,
Mr. Rockford.

I think you've got
enough on Tim Richie to do a real good job.

Guess I'm just going
to have to make do.

I'm sure you will. You've
still got the sexual angle working for you, right?

You know, it's a
funny thing about that.

You know, I came all
the way out here just to see Tim Richie

and, well, when that didn't
work out the way I wanted it to,

I started to see
Michael Womack, his bass player.

And I don't mind telling
you he's a real attractive guy and a good lover,

but really just
wasn't Tim Richie.

(CHUCKLES)

But I hung in there anyway.

I started seeing Doyle Kaye,
his head roadie.

Real funny guy and very
exciting and amusing.

But he just
wasn't Tim Richie.

And then there was Eddie.
What a nice man. So kind and warm.

I don't know, afterwards,
it just wasn't Tim.

And then the last night
when I was doing my last tape of Tim,

afterwards he started
playing with my hair and I knew what was coming.

I thought this
is incredible. Tim Richie!

He's amazing. He's so
sensitive and so warm and so strong

and I just couldn't
believe it.

I sat there and I just
said this is great except...

He wasn't Tim Richie.

No. He wasn't.

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