All language subtitles for Rockford Files s06e11 Just A Coupla Guys.eng

Jerseyites are among
the most friendliest people

that you're
ever gonna meet.

Hey!

Stole my car.

I want Lombard hit tonight.

I have
never taken a case where I knew up front

that I was dealing
with organized crime.

We don't need you here.

You just keep it up, son,
and I'm gonna find your off switch.

You two want to hustle.

Yeah.
Yeah.

You want to
deal your way up.

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Welcome to New Jersey.

(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)

Mr. Rockford,
this is Betty Joe Withers.

I got four shirts of yours
from the Bo Peep Cleaners by mistake.

I don't know why they
gave me men's shirts, but they're going back.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(DOORBELL BUZZING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(RADIO SIGNAL CRACKLING)

BUTLER: (ON INTERCOM)
Gentlemen, I'm sorry. Mr. Lombard does not

wish to see you
at this time.

Hey, Jeeves, did you tell
this guy what we told you?

Did you tell him there's
a couple of guys out here

who can help him
with his problem he's havin'?

A couple of guys
who ain't afraid to jump in with both feet,

get their hands dirty?
A couple of...

I explained the entire
situation to him, sir.

He thanks you
for your interest,

but he doesn't wish to
discuss it at this time.

Good day, sir.

Hey, hello?

Hello?

MAN ON PA: The white zone
is for immediate loading

and unloading
of passengers only.

Well, I don't know.
I read the national crime statistics in the papers.

Newark sounds like
a pretty rough town.

Let me
tell you something.

I've lived in Jersey
all my life.

And you know
where I had to go to get mugged?

(MUMBLING)
Los Angeles.

That's right.
Broad daylight.

Right out in front
of the Hamburger Hogan.

Guy with a Hawaiian shirt
and rubber sandals, yet.

Sure, the east coast
is starting to show its age a little.

But you should see the
urban redevelopment we got.

And let me tell you,

Jerseyites are among
the most friendliest people

that you're
ever gonna meet.

Sid, it's
been nice flying with you. I enjoyed it.

Hi.

MAN ON PA: Please do not
park in the white zone.

MAN ON PA: Attention.
Parking facility B is full.

Please use
the available parking in lots A and C. Thank you.

Hey! Hey!

Stop him!
He's got my watch!

Hey, stop that guy!

MAN: Get out of the way!

(CAR ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Hey!
Hey, fella, that's my car.

Hey, hey!
Come here. That's my car.

May I say something,
Officer?

This whole thing is
beginning to smell a little odd.

Do you know
what I mean?

I mean, we rent
this man a car,

and then
10 seconds later somebody just happens

to steal his watch?

And then he just happens
to leave his car with the keys in it.

In a high crime area.

I'm gonna ask you
to come along with us, okay, sir?

Just so we can
get a few things straightened out.

You gotta
be kidding me. Look, my watch is gone.

My luggage is in
the back of that car.

I'm here on a case
in Short Hills.

I'm already late.

I am trying to help you,
sir.

I'm trying to
help all concerned.

You'll have to go to the Port
Newark precinct and fill out a report.

Okay, it shouldn't take long.
Now, step this way with us. Please? Now.

WOMAN ON PA:
... to Los Angeles is now arriving at Gate 5.

Hey, boys!

EUGENE: Hey, Tony.
What do you say, doll?

TONY: Nothing much,
Eugene.

How you doin', Uncle Bep?

It's lunchtime.
What am I, a magician?

I can make 100
submarines all by myself?

Abracadabra
and the prosciutto jumps on the roll

and the
little red peppers make a conga line

and walk right onto
the paper plates, huh?

I'll be out to
help you in a minute.

I gotta do
some things first.

Come on.

MAN: Hey,
I ain't got all day.

Give me a number seven.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Oh, hello,
Mrs. De Stantis. Yeah, we're working on it.

Don't you worry about Nicky.
We're gonna talk to some of our people

down at the
Mayor's Office.

We're gonna get
pressure put on those people

down at
the Police Athletic League.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yeah, I totally agree. That
boy's got God-given talent.

Hey, how you doin', bro?
You come in the back way?

Uh-huh.
I agree he should be on the starting lineup.

You got the three C's,
chief?

You betcha, boss.
Here you go.

MICKEY: Yeah.

One, two, three.

MICKEY: Okay, Mrs. De Stantis.
Thank you.

Same to you.

She says God bless us.

See that?
Hong Kong. It's better than that Japanese stuff.

I know this guy, tells me
that, like, the beauty shops and the chicks and like that

are nuts for these
Style Air blowers

on account of
Gore Vidal and all them famous haircut guys use them.

Ah, well, all I gotta say,
Eugene, is these better move

and they better move quick
'cause that was the last of our bread.

Okay.

I admit it. We got
a little cash flow problem at the moment.

So let's review some of
the matters we got pending.

Eugene,
we ain't got nothing pending.

We tell
Goldy down at the newsstand,

we're gonna
use our connections with the Soul brothers

to lean on
whoever's knocking over the newsstand, right?

Only
Richie Soul won't take our phone calls.

So twice
Goldy's been knocked over.

We'll get on it.
I think something's gonna break on that.

I met this guy
on the 29 bus yesterday.

He says he knows
a guy who knows who's boosting the newsstand.

Who?

Couple of brothers.

From over in the
Walt Whitman Apartments.

Real psychos.
They both done time for murder and aggravated assault.

I told him
I'd get back to him about the exact names.

I didn't wanna get
into it on the bus.

I figure it's not exactly
the time nor the place, you know?

Let's face it, Eugene.

We ain't operators
in this neighborhood.

We ain't
connected up right and we don't have respect.

Don't we always seem to be
movin' in bigger and bigger circles?

Take this Lombard thing.

That's why, Mick,
I keep trying to impress upon you

the importance of that.

Somebody
throwing dead animals in his lawn?

This is a deal
that's gonna put us in the center of things?

Mr. Lombard is very upset
about these dead cats and chickens.

He's been
consulting the Bible about it.

Yeah. No, my cousin
Gina's husband, Ralph,

helps out Lombard's gardener
and Ralph told me personally.

Lombard
don't wanna work with us.

He obviously thinks
we're a couple of jerks.

Well, that's why we gotta
work on this matter ourselves.

On our own.

We get the creeps
responsible and, bing, we have Lombard's attention.

Ah, Eugene,
they're probably just a bunch a neighborhood kids.

The butler'll
give us $5 and a ride right down the driveway.

So what if it's kids,
man?

It's a foot in the door.
We get these creeps responsible,

then we get
to Mr. Lombard.

We say, "Mr. Lombard,
here's a couple of guys

"who took care of a very
unpleasant matter for you.

"A couple
of guys who would like to be remembered

"should they need
a good word from a man of your high caliber."

Mick,
that's how influence works.

One hand washes the other.

Eugene,
you don't understand.

Lombard
ain't even active in the outfit anymore.

He don't even handle
half the action in North Jersey.

Tony Martine does.

Lombard's a born-again
Christian.

Listen to yourself.
Will you listen to yourself?

Suppose you were
one of the top hats in the organization,

head of your own family,
and the State Department

and Justice Department
was always breathing down your neck.

Wouldn't you like
to convince everybody

that you was
retired, religious,

out of the rackets?

Yeah.
Yeah.

I'll get us
a couple of beers.

You said to
watch for anything weird happening up by Devon Road

where Mr. Lombard lives,
right?

EUGENE: Yeah.

Well, just the other day,
I saw some car cruisin' by there twice

when I was
walking home from school.

Here. Got his
license number.

Come on, kid, I mean,
anybody can write down a license plate's number.

Now, what we're lookin' for
is a punk on a tricycle, okay?

Pennsylvania plates
he gives us.

You guys said anything.
Now, I gave you something.

I want my money
just like you promised.

All right, all right.
But forget the money.

Give me the keys, Mick.
Come on, kid.

I got something
better than money.

Wait till you see it.
Here you go.

Here you go, kid.
That's pure rayon.

Last you a lifetime.

Ugh!

Where'd you get
all those, anyway?

Well, uh, we're sort of
the distributor for this area.

It's been over four hours.

I don't know
what the holdup is,

but this place
is really jammed.

RENEE: Well,
please keep in touch, Mr. Rockford.

My father
goes to bed early.

It's going to be
hard enough to get him to talk to you as it is.

Yeah, well,
I'm trying to get clear of this place

just as fast as
I can, Miss Lombard.

Oh, look,
here comes somebody I might get some answers from.

I'll be talking to you.

Hey, Officer? Officer,
my name is Jim Rockford.

I've been here
since before 3:00.

Could you tell me
when they're gonna get to me?

The Lieutenant said...

About as much as he did.

Hey, Eugene.
I'm just thinking.

A guy like Lombard,

a guy who's been in
the mob all his life,

a guy who's used to goin'
to the mattresses and stuff like that,

how come a guy like him
is gettin' so jacked up

about
some kids throwin' dead pets on his lawn?

I don't see your point.

Well, we keep thinking
it's just kids.

Maybe Lombard knows
it's not.

Maybe that's why
he's scared.

You know.
You know what the mob does.

Like, they send warnings.

Dead fish wrapped
in newspaper,

a severed finger.

You know, Mick,
you're always lookin' at things negative.

(EXHALES)

You know, Mick,
I'm thinking here.

What are we bustin'
our humps for here?

I mean, tomorrow we could
check back with those kids,

probably get
a line on this mook who's throwin' the dead animals,

and this way,
we don't miss Carson.

Yeah.
Yeah?

Let's go.

Walt a minute,
get down, get down.

(SHUSHING) Listen.

They killed their motor.

(GUN COCKING)

Get down.
I heard someone cock a shotgun.

Hey,
did you see it? He flung a chicken.

Hey, you!
Hey, kid!

It's all over for you,
Jack.

When my dad finds out
about this,

you creeps'll be worse
off than those chickens.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we're shaking all over.

Come on, scungille.
You got an appointment with the man on the hill.

EUGENE:
You only got a few minutes, ace.

So you better
start talking.

Is it you, or
you got a partner?

What's your name?

Who supplies you
with the chickens?

Mr. Lombard
will be down shortly.

Right.

Say, Mick? Did you
notice the old-time fireman's outfit?

Did
Mr. Rockford call again while I was at the gym?

Oh, yes, miss, he did.

It appears
that he's going to be quite late now.

Apparently, the computer found
some unpaid traffic violations

in California
and now he has to straighten all that out.

Oh, excuse me.

Are you waiting to see
my father or something?

Yeah. Matter of fact.
I'm Mickey Long and this is Eugene...

EUGENE:
Hey, Mickey, do you mind?

The thing is, Miss Lombard,
you see, we're from down Newark.

And we caught
this kid throwing a chicken carcass onto your property.

Figure he's the one been
causing your problems these last weeks.

Oh,
is that right? What's your name?

MICKEY:
You're not gonna get nothin' out of him.

He's a professional
hard guy.

He's a scungille.

You damn well
better start talking, buster, because you're in big trouble.

LOMBARD: Renee!

That's enough.

And I've told you about
using profanity in this house.

Good evening,
Mr. Lombard.

I'm Mickey Long
and this is Eugene...

Mickey, you mind?

Mr. Lombard,
it's an honor to be under your roof.

Me and
my associate, we're pleased...

Son, have I caused you
any pain that I'm not aware of?

Go rotate on it.

This kid's gonna leave here
with his bicycle seat in his mouth.

Well, maybe somebody else
egged you on to do this, huh?

What's your name?

Mr. Lombard,

if you like,
me and my associate,

we'll take
this little dip outside

and introduce his
head to the cement.

No, thanks.
But I do want to thank you two fellows

for bringing
this young man to my attention.

I won't forget it.

Personally,
Daddy, I think this little miscreant

could use some
knocking around.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
This young man knows what he did.

His punishment
is between him and his God.

Daddy! Then I'm sorry.

I don't see
why you were so upset to begin with.

Are you through with me,
you old geek?

Or you got
somethin' else you want to say?

Yes, my friend, I do.

Tell him.
Tell him, Mr. Lombard.

Tell him
what happens to creeps like him.

"But these, like
unreasoning animals

"Born as
creatures of instinct to be captured and killed

"Reviling where
they have no knowledge

"Will, in the destruction
of those creatures, also be destroyed"

Second Peter,
chapter 12, verse 12.

Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

What?

Now, you come
along with me.

I got something
I wanna show you.

MICKEY: Mr. Lombard,
what you were sayin'

about showing
your appreciation for me and Eugene...

LOMBARD:
Yeah, come along. Come along with me.

You wait here.

The Building Block.

Published by
the Reverend Ron Garmes.

Ron Garmes?

Also, two tickets to the
Gospel Cavalcade of Stars.

We tape every Sunday
from the studios of Station WHIS

in Flushing,
Long Island.

This week, we're having
Jet's linebacker Gayle Stubbs,

who came to
Christ this year.

And also the Sandals,
a Christian rock band.

I think you'll
enjoy yourselves.

(CHUCKLING) Well, Mr. Lombard,
thanks, but this isn't what we had in mind.

And now for you,
young fella, tickets for you and a guest,

and this magazine,

Sports and the Scriptures.
You'll do well to read it.

And now, thanks
for stopping by, fellas.

Mr. Lombard, Mickey and
I, we appreciate this,

really, honest.

But, like,
what we had in mind

was, like, you know,
one hand washes the other.

What?

Well, you know.
Like, we know this guy

whose newsstand keeps
getting knocked over.

Now, maybe since
you've seen how we work,

maybe you can get
some of your people to put the word out

that if it ever
happens again,

somebody's gonna get pensioned
off to the bottom of the Passaic River.

Oh, I see.

You two want to hustle.

Yeah.
Yeah.

You want to
deal your way up.

Right.
Right.

I understand ambition.

But so does the Lord.

I don't wield
power, anymore.

He wields his
power over me.

A blow off.

A total,
complete blow off.

I don't believe it, man.

I mean, some guys,
you know, they fall in a sewer,

they come out with
gold watches in each hand.

Me? I work
like a slave

and what do I get?
Nothing.

And then you don't
face up to it?

You come sneaking in the
back door at this hour on a school night?

You listen to me
when I'm talking to you!

Now,
what in the Lord's name made you throw

dead chickens on
Mr. Lombard's lawn?

What are
we raising here, an animal, huh?

You don't like
old man Lombard.

You're the one who's
always saying he's a creep.

I hear you
from the TV room, complaining to Mom.

And now, just 'cause
I don't like him, either,

I get all this
trouble and stuff.

Incredible. You hear that?
Incredible!

You did it for me,
is that what you're saying?

Where? Where does
he learn these things?

Honey,
if you would just stop yelling at him.

Boys grope around
for male role models

and what
their fathers think of them

is especially
important to them.

And so they try,
in their own way, to be rough and tough.

He is 12.
It is an age of transition.

Transition?

He's gonna transition his way
right into military school if he keeps this up.

From now on,
I want him to see that child psychologist

two times a week,
not just on Wednesdays!

He can miss
his drum lessons!

These guys beat me up.

They hit me
with a fungo bat. They punched me around.

I know, I know.
You told me.

Big men
beating up a little kid.

You gave
me their names. I'll look into it.

Anthony.

Anthony.

Anthony, now,
listen to me.

Even if Daddy
doesn't like Mr. Lombard, that's none of your business.

That's Daddy's affair.
You understand that?

(CHUCKLING)
Now, you see what happened, huh?

You put Daddy in
a terrible position.

Very awkward.

Now, go on.
Now, you go on up to bed, hmm?

Go.

Yeah, it's me. Listen,
I've been thinking it over.

This thing
dragged on long enough.

Yeah, that.

Now, listen,
it's upsetting everybody,

my whole family, now.
So I want Lombard hit tonight.

Now.

No,
just a message he can't forget.

And listen, I want you to
track down a couple of guys for me.

They live in Newark.

A Mickey Long and another
comedian named Conigliaro.

Yeah.

Mr. Rockford.

What's left of me.

What happened?
When you called from the police station

you said you'd
be up in an hour. It's almost 1:00.

I went to my hotel
and they let the room go because I was late.

So, I've been spending
an hour or so looking for a vacancy.

No luck.
Oh, how awful.

On top of
everything else that's happened.

Yeah, well,
I'm sorry to put you in this position,

but I don't know
where else to turn.

Would you happen
to have a spare room

that I could use, until I
get a hotel room tomorrow?

Oh, sure.
Don't you have any luggage?

Well, no, no.
You see, the luggage was in the car that was stolen.

I think I'm just gonna
look at it like my dad would, and figure that

whoever stole it needs
it a lot more than I do.

We can certainly
wait until morning to discuss the case.

Have you eaten?
No.

Let's see what we
can do to give you

at least some kind of
welcome to New Jersey.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

(RENEE SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

Welcome to New Jersey.

WOMAN 1 ON RADIO:
1187, clear.

WOMAN 2 ON RADIO:
1813, clear.

I'm gonna be frank with you,
Renee.

If I'd known about
your father's past life,

I wouldn't have come
here to begin with.

Well, does it
have to matter?

Look, Renee, I'm sorry.
I'd really like to help.

But I have
never taken a case where I knew up front

that I was dealing
with organized crime.

It's too risky
and complicated.

But the
reason I called you instead of someone local

was because of the way
you handled that mess with Gordon and me

when I was at UCLA.

Gordon was just
a sick graduate student.

He didn't own machine guns
and have button men on retainer.

Mr. Rockford,
my father walked away

from the Martine family
when I was 15.

Cut off all his contacts.

He's given away most
of his money to charity,

spends
his time working as a lay preacher

with the Interfaith Council.

Renee,

I think
you knew there might be this problem

when you didn't level with me
on the phone about your father's background.

You're right.

I don't blame you
for wanting out.

I can understand
your attitude.

Ah, for what it's worth,

I don't really think that
was an attempt on your father's life.

I mean, you're not
gonna spray the statues

and the juniper bushes
when you want someone dead.

My advice would be to
keep talking to your father.

Find out who's trying
to pressure him and how.

And then get him
to cooperate with the police.

Your relationship with him
is the best weapon you've got.

Well,
you must be exhausted after the day you've had.

I'll have Robertson
make you up a room.

You can
get an early flight out tomorrow.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Mickey,

why don't you go
pre-slice the turkey roll like Uncle Bep wants.

You use half the office,
right?

So, how come I gotta
work off the whole rent?

Eugene,
remember what them radicals used to say

about power
coming out of the end of a gun?

Well,
I guess people are gonna say, with you,

power comes out of
the end of a mop, huh?

Very funny,
very funny.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Would you quit
your bellyaching? Open the door for Vito.

Funny guy.

(EXCLAIMS)
God love us, what a life.

Hiya, Mickey.

Eugene?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Mr. Conigliaro.

MAN ON RADIO:
Coming up on 1:00 now,

here's John Cunning
with the news.

CUNNING: In other
New Jersey news,

police are looking
for a suspect after a shooting incident

at the Short Hills home of
Joseph Lombard late last night.

Police could offer
no motive for that machine-gun attack

in which no one
was wounded.

Lombard,
alleged to be a former top figure

in the powerful
underworld syndicate

now known
as the Martine family, was unavailable for comment.

That must have happened
last night after we left.

Here we spend all
night chasing a kid with a chicken and we miss this.

Hey, remember
that license plate? The one the kid gave us?

Pennsylvania plates.
Yeah.

Well, he said that car
was cruising Lombard's house.

Maybe it was a scout car,
or maybe they were the ones.

The ones who did it.
Right, yeah, yeah.

Listen, we...
We run that plate, man,

and we may just deal
ourselves right back into this.

No.

I'm tired of you
always pumping me

for favors
and appointments.

This isn't
the police station.

It's just
the steno pool of the Mayor's Office.

How would I run
a license plate?

Well, then,
talk to one of the guys on the Mayor's security staff.

Tell 'em
some car banged your car and took off.

Look, lay a little
vulnerability on him,

cross the legs,
cry into a tissue.

You really
can be revolting, buster, you know that?

Kathleen,
what do you got against me?

No, seriously. I like you.

I really like you.
I never done nothing to you.

So how come
you don't like me?

You're a hustler, Eugene.
You're insincere.

There's 15 sides
to your face and you talk out of every one of them.

What's so insincere
about sucking up to a guy?

Oh, dear God.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute, look.

Now, look, Kathleen.

I mean, you are friends
with a couple of guys on the security staff, right?

I mean,
you've even dated a couple of them.

I don't think they'd mind
if you used their names to call the cops.

They would mind
if they found out.

Nah. Like the guy
you told me about? He wouldn't mind.

Who?
George Bizak? Ron Allen? Who?

You know,
look, man, forget it. I guess it's too much to ask.

And quite frankly,
my feelings are hurt here.

No, hey, that's just
the way I feel about it.

Yeah, this
is George Bizak, Mayor's security.

I need a run on
a Pennsylvania tag.

EUGENE:
So you see, Mr. Lombard,

this car is registered
to one Albert Constantine,

88 Drexel Street,
Philadelphia.

Now, Mickey and I,
what we was thinking is maybe this Constantine

is a shooter for
the south-side outfit.

You could find out,
take some action and protect yourself.

"They have eyes,
yet they see not"

Gentlemen, I appreciate you
bringing me this information.

But how am I gonna
tell you this so that you'll really understand it?

I'm finished
with all that.

So I'm not
interested in your information.

Mr. Lombard,
you don't understand. They're gonna kill you.

Mr. Long,
in my past I have done many things that haunt me.

And now, if the good Lord
chooses to visit burdens upon me

for what I've done,
that's the way it's gonna be.

There's nothing I could do
that would change his plan for me.

Now, again,
I thank you.

You know, Mick,
you want my opinion. Faith is a wonderful thing.

But this is Jersey
and that guy's gonna wind up eating a Magnum.

You know what?
I'm thinking to myself.

If this guy's
not interested in covering himself,

there's still people
who care about him.

What, the Martine family?
Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, we get word to 'em
about this guy from Philly, they'll take care of him.

Hey,
I know a guy who runs numbers

for the
Martine family from high school.

He'll pass
the word upstairs.

Sure, and listen.
Tony Martine is Mr. North Jersey.

We could come out of this
in a very strong position.

Oh, hi.
Hi.

Where you off to?

I'm being packed off
to Stockbridge for my own safety.

I dance up there
most of the year.

I was only down
here for a visit.

My father
should leave, too.

But he says
he has too much evangelical work to do.

My plan is to get
up to Massachusetts,

then concoct
some phony crisis in my life to force him up there.

I'm pretty sure this
plan of mine will work.

Thanks. I should have
thought of it before spending $800

to fly a private
detective out here.

Private detective?
Well, you should've told us.

You know, we got
a lot of connections.

We can do things
a PI can't get near.

Yeah, where is
this gumshoe, anyway?

Gone. On his way
back to California.

(GRUNTING)

ROCKFORD:
Hey, help me. I'm getting mugged!

Get me some help!

(GROANING)

MICKEY: Where is he?
I'm freezing my tail off.

EUGENE: Quit bellyachin'.
He'll be here.

Long, Conigliaro?
Come here.

Come on.
Take the jump seats.

No smoking.

MICKEY: Good afternoon,
Mr. Martine.

I'm Mickey Long and
this is Eugene Conigliaro...

Mickey, Mickey, do you mind?

Now, Mr. Martine,
we are happy that we can be a help to you

and a certain friend
in this matter,

and that a tragedy
can be diverted.

Also we would
consider it an honor

if you would be
our guest for dinner while we talk this matter.

I'm not sure
if you're familiar with Danny's Chop House

out on Route 22. It's...

Hey, let's hear it.

You have information of
a specific nature for me on the shooting?

See, we figure this
Albert Constantine was in the car

casing Mr. Lombard's house.

Or maybe he
was one of the guys in the car that night.

And what
with Mr. Lombard's former activities,

it's better
you see this than the cops.

Oh, absolutely, absolutely.

The police we don't
need in this. Thank you.

Now, you guys have gone
through a lot of trouble for this.

There must be something
in this that you want.

Am I right?

To be remembered.
Plain and simple.

You know,
you remind me of somebody.

Really?

Yeah. I can't
place the face

but I'll be damned if
you don't remind me of somebody.

Don't he, Eugene?

Could've been
a little kid?

No, I don't think so.

You sure?
About 12 years old,

got knocked of his bike,
slapped around?

Mr. Martine,

let me say first
that we didn't know.

And B, that's some
spunky kid you got.

I tell you
what happened...

Hey, you pinhead!

You guys keep
causing me terrible problems, you know that?

Now, we're gonna pass
on Danny's Chop House.

Because
there's somebody I want you to meet.

This is Albert Constantine.

And this is
Albert Constantine, Jr.

EUGENE: Mickey, wait!

EUGENE:
Run, Mickey, run!

Go, Mickey!

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hello?
Mr. Lombard?

Anybody here?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

MICKEY: Mr. Lombard?

What are
you doin' in here? How did you get in?

The gate was open,
so we just...

Then we knocked, but...

What do you mean
the gate was open? Who...

(EXCLAIMING
IN FRUSTRATION)

Never mind. It doesn't make
any difference now, anyway.

Mr. Lombard? Uh, sir?

If I may, is there
somethin' wrong here?

(LOMBARD SIGHS)

Renee.
They kidnapped Renee.

Look, Mr. Lombard.
I don't know exactly what's going on here now,

but maybe we know something
that can help you out here.

You see, a couple hours ago,
Eugene and me, well,

you see we got in...
We kind of got into a hairy situation with

a Mr. Tony Martine.

Yeah, I know all about
Tony Martine.

He's the prime mover
behind this.

He has my daughter.
He phoned about a half hour ago.

This really comes
as a blow.

I mean, up until today,
we thought you guys was friends.

Yeah.

What exactly do they
want from you, anyway?

What do they want?
What do they always want?

They want their way!

(EXCLAIMING
IN FRUSTRATION)

I've fought against
their evil.

I've resisted
their pressure.

But I can't anymore.
Not now.

So I guess they'll
get their way after all.

In little
less than an hour,

I'm gonna be
driving into Newark

for a meeting with
a very important man.

And I'm gonna
put pressure on and on and on and on.

I've been to so many
meetings like this before.

But not for the last
12 years.

Mr. Lombard,
I don't know what's going on here,

but you don't seem to
be in any shape to drive.

So, uh...

MICKEY: We'll take you.

EUGENE: Yeah.

Joe.

Your Eminence.
I thank you for coming.

Cardinal Finnerty?

I know that
this is delicate for you, politically.

That's why I thought
it best that we don't meet at your office.

You're right, Joe.

This whole flap
has become a regular hot potato, image-wise.

And it's very
difficult for me, Joe.

Now, you must know that.

But the position
of the Archdiocese has to remain unchanged.

The Holy Mother Church
simply cannot allow a man

like Vincent Martine
to be buried in consecrated ground.

LOMBARD:
I understand your position,

but as I told
Monsignor Kelly on the phone,

I resisted coming to
you for over a week.

But Renee,
Your Eminence,

she's only 26.
She's an innocent in all this.

Listen to me, Joseph.

As your good friend
who sat beside you

on the Interfaith Council
for six years,

you must know
I certainly don't wish any harm to come to Renee,

but the church cannot
yield to terrorism.

I told Anthony Martine,
Vincent's cousin,

Vincent was
a notorious sinner.

And in addition,
he died by his own hand.

A suicide.

He died unrepentant,
in a state of sin.

I'll pray for
Vincent's soul every day,

every hour,
for the rest of my life.

That's not gonna
get it, Joe.

And as a former Catholic,
you know that.

(GRUMBLING)

Here's a man who made
no effort to lead a Christian life.

He confessed to
shooting three people. He was convicted

and rather than spend
one day in jail,

he laughed
at the court and killed himself.

If we allow
Vinnie Martine to be buried in blessed ground,

it's like
we're saying to all the others,

and to ourselves,
too, "Go ahead, laugh at God's Commandments.

"It's okay
because, in the end, something will be worked out."

I know, I know, but...

What do I do? My kid.

You know what to do.

You know
where your power and your hope come from.

Put your faith in him.

Remember,
He loves children. He watches out for them.

We'll talk again, Joe.

Remember,
I'll always be there.

Yeah, I didn't know where to
tell the police to drop me off.

I mean, you know,
I don't have anything.

They took every penny I got.

They took my wallet.
They took my airlines ticket.

They took my
traveler's checks.

Well, that's no problem.
I'll just call National Express.

Yeah, well,
they weren't National Express traveler's checks.

Oh, really.

Well, most people
carry National Express.

Well, I don't. All right?

I was thinking
maybe Miss Lombard

could advance me
plane fare to... Till I get to LA.

I'm afraid that's impossible,
Mr. Rockford.

Miss Lombard is in
very serious trouble.

Well, I think you were
right not to call the police.

At least not yet.

A guy like Tony Martine
has to have his pockets full of cops.

How do
you like this? All of a sudden,

the gumshoe's
dominating the conversation.

Yeah,
you are so hot to get back to LA?

Go ahead. Go surfing
or join a cult or somethin'.

We don't need you here.

You just keep it up, son,
and I'm gonna find your off switch.

Hey, he's right.
Knock it off, fellas.

If I was Mr. Rockford,
I'd have done exactly the same thing.

Nobody could've
prevented her from being grabbed off the highway.

Did Martine give you
any idea when he might call back?

He just said something
about somebody being at the phone at all times,

and if
I gave him some good news,

he'd let me
talk to Renee again,

and then he'd
release her unharmed.

Any hunches where
they might hold Renee?

(GRUMBLING)

I wonder where
Vinnie Martine's body is right now?

They've been moving him
from mortuary to mortuary,

and then Tony said
they ran out of their string.

Something about some law
governing the length of time

that a funeral home could
hold an un-cremated or an unburied cadaver.

Well, they're
gonna have to have Vinnie's body on ice.

They gotta
keep it cold someplace and some place private, too.

Yeah, that's right.

That's right.
Rockford's right. Yeah, they probably got him

in the house in
the basement, right?

Then keep puttin' ice on
him, like a beer cooler. That's how we'd do it.

Yeah, I know.

Do you think
another possibility might be a large freezer?

I say
the thing is Mickey and I hit the streets,

check out our contacts,
right?

See if we
can get a line on a Martine meat company

or freezer house like...

To what possible end?

'Cause it's better
than sitting around talking, that's why.

Yeah, right.

Well, yeah, yeah,
that's not a bad notion, not a bad notion at all.

Uh, we'll stay here
and watch the phone.

You guys hit
the bricks, okay?

We'll be talking
to you, Mr. Lombard.

Look, if
there's a chance in hell, we'll come through for you.

They mean well.

Just a little limited,
you know?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Who are they, anyway?

Well, to be
perfectly honest with you, it beats me.

Just a couple of
guys from Newark.

Huh.

Well, I don't know
how much I'm gonna be able to help you

on this thing,
Mr. Lombard.

I mean,
it's not my turf.

I would like to give
you the benefit of any experience

that I might've had
in this kind of thing.

Like what?

Well, first of all,
and it's gotta be your decision,

but you should
be thinking about contacting the FBI.

And the stall is important.

It buys you
time to make some of the big decisions.

So when Martine calls,
you tell him

that you haven't
been able to get in touch with Cardinal Finnerty yet.

But you're trying.
You're trying very, very hard, huh?

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

EUGENE: What, are you
still there, Rockford?

Look,
I don't talk to you. Let me talk to the man.

You're
a real dim bulb, you know that, pal?

He's trying
to grab some sleep. You're tying up the phone.

All right,
all right, all right. Look, give him this message.

We got a line
on this restaurant

that Tony Martine's
godson owns.

It's called
Bally's Clam House, right?

So we go down there
and all of a sudden it's closed for renovations.

Then who do we see
goin' in the back? Al Constantine.

So we figure
they got the stiff here in the freezer, right?

Or else why is
Al Constantine here?

Maybe he's guarding it.

Yeah, but you don't know
for sure.

Will you let me finish?
Okay.

So we go
up there, right? And we listen,

and we only hear
one other voice besides Constantine.

So, the thing is,
we got a plan.

We'll lure
these two walyos outside and we deck 'em,

then we take off
with the casket.

Mickey went to get
his old man's piano dolly.

What?

Look, they got
Renee Lombard, right?

Well, we got Vinnie Martine,
so we deal.

They give us Renee,
or they got nothin' to bury

except Vinnie's bathmat.

Wait a minute.
Are you crazy?

I gotta go.
I see Mickey.

(SCOFFING)

I heard the tail end of
that on the bedroom phone.

They could ruin everything
and get themselves killed doing it.

Bally's Clam House,
do you know where that is?

Yeah.

You'll have to direct me.

And, uh, we're gonna
have to call the police.

We don't have
any other choice now.

(CLATTERING)

John? What are you doin'?
Was it a cat?

EUGENE: Stay here.
I'm going home for a minute.

What?

Wait a minute,
wait a minute. I can't hear you.

John?

(GROANS)

Ready? Heave.

Straighten up slowly.

Abby, go get Al.

I don't care what's
wrong with him. Get him on his feet.

Tell him to bring
the car around.

Step back from my cousin.

ABBY: Al, Tony needs you.

I'm gonna
take you guys out to the meadows

where I am personally
gonna blow you away!

Tony, they're both down!

(GUN FIRING)

ABBY: Come out of there!

Hey, you!

Get him off!

(EUGENE YELLING)

Hey, scungille,
over here.

Over here,
you big jerk.

Come on.

Freeze! Everybody. You.

Get out of there.
Get over there.

You, too, get... Get...

Hey, man, you're
making a mistake.

You're gonna be embarrassed.
We work here.

We're salad chefs.

Shut up.

There's Tony Martine.

(SIREN WAILING)

Mr. Lombard?
There's a young woman back in the restaurant.

I believe
it's your daughter.

What are you worried about?
At least Mr. Lombard saw to it that you got paid.

Us,
he gets out of jail, and nothing.

Of course, you never know,
you know, with these guys like Mr. Lombard.

They don't
operate like other people.

I wouldn't be surprised
if, in a week or so, we didn't get a call

to come on down
to Zimmer Cadillac

'cause there's two
Sevilles waitin' for us.

That's how these
guys operate, Mick.

Yeah, well,
at least Renee Lombard invited me up to Stockbridge.

I'm a guest at this
dance-prom thing they're doing.

Then we're goin' up to the
Springsteen concert in Boston.

If you ain't
in a coma by then.

Did you ever see
that kind of dancing on educational TV?

No, Mick, I saw right away
how it is with a snobby chick

like this Renee Lombard.

Take presents. You want
to buy her something for her birthday, right?

Start talking at $200.

You notice her feet?
Those toes don't know from American shoes.

It all comes from
Italy, Mick. Italy.

Remember them guys
who used to paint chapel ceilings?

They now make shoes.
And they don't work cheap.

Hey, Rockford, listen.
About your luggage and watch that was stolen.

Maybe Eugene and me,
we can do something. Talk to some people.

And maybe you'll get it
parcel post at your doorstep.

Wow.

We ain't saying,
"Count on it."

We're saying
it could happen.

Yeah, anything can happen.

Absolutely,
that's how guys like us operate.

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