Jim Rockford walks through a field of scrubby wildflowers somewhere in the California foothills. He finds a grassy clearing and sets down his bags, begins to open them. A taxi, an older model, drives along a road. The driver asks his passenger, an attractive woman, how much further. She thinks about another mile. Jim removes a video camera from its case and begins connecting a cable to it. The taxi driver comments that he's taking his passenger a long way to the middle of nowhere, and asks if she's sure he just wants him to drop her. She's sure. In the hills, Jim has readied his camera, save for a few adjustments. The woman directs the hack to pull up in a clearing – a clearing Jim's position overlooks. When he sees the hack pull up he puts camera to eye and begins to record...Read the full recap
Jim: This is Jim Rockford. At the tone leave your name and message. I'll get back to you.
Caller: Hey, Rockford – very funny! I ain't laughin'! You're gonna get yours.
Hack: By the way, I'm a Scorpio. With Pisces ascending.
Debra Ryder: How nice for you.
Hack: Yeah! Yeah, it is!
Carl Brego: Why, Countess! You look lovely. You know, we're going to have to stop meeting like this.
Jim: If you'll just tell me what's going on, maybe I can tie a can to his tail. I need that much leverage to make it work. You've got trust somebody.
Debra: And you're applying for the job? How sweet.
Debra: Mike was born in a hovel. He never made it past the fifth grade. He made a fortune, and he married a Countess. That's not why he married me, but it is important to him, and I would like to save that for him.
Jim: And maybe save it for yourself, too?
Debra: I think I like you. You certainly aren't impressed by the fact that I once had a title.
Jim: I got a message from the Countess.
Carl: Oh, yeah? What's that?
Jim: You don't wanna talk in from of Leah, sport. I'm gonna make you look bad.
Carl: Is that so? Well, won't be the first time.
Jim: If I see you hanging around her again, I'm going to come down here and pound your mouth full of sand, and drop you off the pier.
Lieutenant Diel: You got a right to consult with your attorney... but I got a suggestion.
Jim: Well, let me guess. If I confess, you'll get me off with twenty to life, and then you'll make sure that the warden puts me in a cell with color TV.
Jim: I didn't come down with yesterday's rain. You've got a very creaky case here, and all of it circumstantial.
Terry: If you want I can run this guy off.
Jim: I wouldn't try it, Terry. I'm in a bad mood today; I'm liable to make you eat the rest of the tennis balls in that basket.
Jim: Your best bet to stay out of prison is to plead temporary insanity. Who knows? They may toss you in one of those head basket wards.
Debra: Chivalry is really dead, isn't it?
Jim: I know.
Jim: Listen, if it helps any, I think he was killed by organized crime.
Man: I'm IN organized crime, Mr. Rockford. And I know how it works.
Lieutenant Diel: You like this jerk, don't ya?
Dennis: No, I don't like him. I owe him a punch in his belly, and I can't collect if he's doing time!
Debra: They keep fooling you, don't they? You think everything's real. Then when you get close enough so you can see it's just... made of plastic. Mike was the only genuine article around.