What are you going to do, Dave?
DDave
I'm gonna get a woman, and get drunk!
I'll drink to that.
Well, I guess I can too.
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
[enters the squad room, trying to avoid meeting Sgt. Becker] Jimmy, Jimmy, come here. [motions for Rockford to come over to him]
Angel, where have you been?
Jimmy, can I talk to you for a second? I know you're mad at me. I know this thing can be explained, I swear.
Where's my car?
Your car? It's fine. There's no need to report it stolen, Jimmy. I filled it up with gas, I even got it washed.
[Angel looks at Becker and waves to him]
Hi Captain!
You've got jailbird written all over you. Where'd you do time, sport?
Time? Time... [he reaches into his pocket for his watch] It's five o'clock. [He reaches for Rockford] C'mon let's go.
[Becker gets up and walks over to Angel]
San Quentin. Four years, but I got out in three for good behavior. I even sang in the choir, didn't I, Jimmy?
Who's this guy?
Oh, uh, Angel Martin, Dennis Becker.
Angel Martin... you're in the known associate's file.
Right, right, probably with Jimmy, we were both in at San Quentin, together. [laughing] I guess you could say we both owned a 'piece of the rock.'
[after Angel has been grilled by Becker] Angel, where is my car?
It's in the L.A. area.
Angel!
Listen, Jimmy. You was about to make a giant mistake in there. You were going to tell that flat-foot to go looking for your car, and I couldn't let you do that. For your own good, I couldn't.
Why?
[Angel looks nervously around] Because there's $30,000 cash hidden in the left front door panel.
[At a momentary loss for words] Where'd it come from?
I put it there. Listen, Jimmy, I can't tell you how bad this police station's affecting me. I'm getting a bad case of the Fifth Amendment. Now let's get out of here and I'll tell it so much better. A whole lot better!
[riding with Jim in Rocky's truck, about Tom Little] Anyway, I told him 'I'm your man', you know, but, I said, 'can't be anything illegal', and he said he's going straight - just like me, so we shook on it, went in the men's room, and he gave me 30 G's in a brown paper bag.
Now, look; if I go through with this, you gotta do everything I say, and I mean everything - no weaseling, no arguments, no nothin - everything.
[Meekly] That's a promise
First time you balk, I am through.
Anything you want me to do, you just tell me.
Can we get into the paper, late at night?
Yup, yup. It's not a problem.
Well, then, it might work.
[Smiling] You got a plan?
[nods] Mmm, maybe.
What'd I do? You just tell me. You name it!
Well, to make the plan work... [pause] you gotta die.
[grabs Jim's arm, and looks terrified] I'm, I'm not balkin'. I'm not balkin', I... just give me a... minute to... get... used to it.
Hey, Angel, what about my car? I want my car!
We're gonna find it any day now, Jimmy!
This is Jim Rockford. At the tone leave your name and message, I'll get back to you.
CCaller
[beeep] Jim, it's Maria over at the laundromat. There's a yellow dress in with your things... Is that a mistake or a special handling... or what?
Well don't forget you're dealing with a civilian, colonel. You know the nice thing about being a civilian is, you outrank lieutenants and colonels.
If you feel grief for the man who bounced you on his knee and went out and bought dresses for you and took you out to the park, that's fine, that's great. But why mourn a military record? Leave that to the men who write obituaries.
This is Jim Rockford. At the tone leave your name and message, I'll get back to you.
CCaller
[beeep] Hey Jimbo. Dennis. Really appreciate the help on the income tax... Ya wanna help on the audit now?
Yes, your honor. The defense is rather impressed at the speed with which the county was able to amass this formidable display of evidence. But it is my client's contention that all of it is either irrelevant, circumstantial, fabricated, and/or falsified.
VSVern Soper
I stop to help you out, and all I get for it is complaints.
And fifty bucks.
VSVern Soper
Yeah, well...
This is Jim Rockford. At the tone leave your name and message, I'll get back to you.
CCaller
'[beeep] Hi, Jim, it's Jamie at the police impound. They picked up your car again. Lately, they've been driving it more than you have!
GBAgent Gary Bettingen
Gee, what are you supposed to be?
[smiling] Well, I'm the messenger who's been sent back here to ask very politely what you're doing following that young lady around?
GBAgent Gary Bettingen
Un huh. Well you're the guy who's going to be checking into County General in about twenty minutes with a busted jaw and a couple of cracked ribs.
No kidding. You're going to do that all by yourself?
GBAgent Gary Bettingen
Yeah, that's right Groucho. All by myself.
Look, I'm trying to be nice. Why do we have to speak to each other in such violent terms, huh?
[Rockford suddenly drives his heel into the other man's foot, then taking him by the head, slams his face down on to the table]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I guess I should have said one, two, three go, huh?
Agent Gary Bettingen: [reaches inside his jacket, Rockford grabbing his arm, and he slowly pulls out his ID] How'd you like to be booked for assaulting a federal officer?
[the ID says Gary Bettingen, FBI. Rockford smiles sheepishly] Ohhh, look I think I know how we could fix this right now. Why don't I just go and pay my bar bill right now and then fade right out of the picture, huh? You want to say anything to Miss Perris, you just go right ahead.
GBAgent Gary Bettingen
Why don't you do that.
[stands up, still smiling] I will and hey... [offers his hand] if you ever have the chance why don't you just drop around and we'll have a drink. I'd like to make it up to you...
[the agent looks uncertain about accepting a handshake]
No, no, I'm serious! I'm serious! That was a sucker punch. Hey, you'd been ready, you'd probably knocked me silly!
[the man takes his hand and is clobbered by Rockford's left fist, knocking him and his chair on to the floor]
BBarman
Hey! What's going on here?
Here. [throws money on to the bar and taking Angie, quickly leaves the bar room]
Well, I said he had a federal ID. I didn't say he was a fed. He wasn't.
APAngela Perris
How do you know?
Ah, because the picture on his ID was taken against a blue field like your driver's license. Feds have theirs taken against a yellow field. What he did was cut the picture out of his driver's license and paste it into a federal ID, and then encase it in plastic. Nice job, but it was a phony.
APAngela Perris
How can you be so sure?
Oh, because that's what I did.
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