(male narrator) Tonight on "Spenser, For Hire.."
You gotta work on your rebound.
[screaming]
So I got this niggling hang-up above proof.
Oh, we're gonna get the proof, Walter.
[tires screeching]
- You're busted. - For what?
Tourism with intent?
You're very charming. Your generosity could use some work.
Oh, yeah?
- You're going to bed. - You're kiddin, huh?
You'd have to pay a lot to reset the pussycat..
[expl*si*n]
[theme music]
[instrumental "Wedding March"]
[indistinct chattering]
[cheering]
[laughing]
There you go.
[laughing]
You gotta work on your rebound.
For that you'll pay.
[accordion music]
[indistinct chattering]
- So, what's this? - Oh, Mike, it's from you.
- Oh! - Oh!
[clapping]
Oh, it's beautiful, thank you.
Alright, uh, I'm Michael Glinn.
You guys must, uh, work with Pete, am I right?
Yeah, but don't tell him we're here, okay?
- It's a surprise. - You got it.
Go have yourselves a drink, fellas.
(all) Oh!
Oh!
Daddy!
I told you orange Tupperware
might clash with some of the other gifts.
Black sable doesn't clash with anything.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Thank you.
- My pleasure, darling. - Oh!
Cynthia!
[accordion music]
What? She only gets married once, right?
[chuckling]
You know the saddest thing about you, Frank.
You never learned how to enjoy life.
[indistinct chattering]
I don't know how you do it, Frank.
I mean, how do you keep up your physique what with this
constant Boston PD social world.
Oh, you gave me quite a scare, seein' you here, Spenser
I figured I wandered into a job fair
for unemployed security guards.
Oh, just to help me keep up with you fast trackers
how does a retired patrol officer afford a coat like that?
Ever hear the term, independently wealthy?
Glinn, the guy for two weeks had me believing
that a rookie's supposed to buy his partner lunch?
I never blame Glinn for your police career.
Yeah, maybe I should have stuck it out.
He might be inviting me down to INS
to the compound to play touch football.
Try the family farm in Westport.
- Connecticut. - County Mayo.
Hey, don't drop that on your foot.
Excuse me, Mr. Glinn, I was out in the kitchen.
The caterer says it's an emergency.
Oh, thank you.
What's the problem, Lucy?
- What do you want? - We know you took them.
[scoffs] Took what?
And you're gonna tell us where they are?
Right here, right now.
Right now, there are cops within the sound of my voice.
And if my partner hears your voice
'it's gonna be one hell of a short marriage.'
Alright. Alright.
They're all in my farm.
It's Route , north of Ayer.
A mail box says Holt.
[g*nshots]
[thud]
[screaming] 'No! Daddy! No!'
Oh! Daddy!
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[crashing]
(female #) 'Oh, is anybody hurt?'
[indistinct chattering]
So?
- Harker screwed up. - What?
- He didn't find out? - I don't know.
Private cop named Spenser iced him after he took out Glinn.
Oh, damn, damn, damn!
Hey, guy got k*lled tryin', man. What do you want?
I wanna know where the hell that stash is?
That's what I want.
- There's only one chance. - The partner?
- Yeah. - You said he was clean.
Clean, yeah, but they made the bust together. He knows.
He's the only one left, and we can't blow it this time.
We need somebody better that Harker
to put the squeeze on him.
You get Frankie.
- Frankie? - Yeah.
- Frankie's gonna cost. - So do it.
James Harker, age
spent or of those years behind the wall.
None of his priors tie him to either Glinn or Belson.
Belson?
A correction snitch up at Walpole.
I just got worried about a hit on two Boston cops. Partners.
Glinn and Belson weren't partners?
Oh, but they were.
That was before your time.
See, Glinn broke Frank in.
Then they rode together for four or five years after that.
[scoffs] When I was riding with him, Mike used to call Belson
the least effective cop since the Sheriff of Nottingham.
[chuckles] Yeah, well, they had a fight, Belson took the detective exam
and Glinn stayed in field training.
- What was the fight about? - Frank never mentioned it.
And you think Frank's the next target?
Mm-hmm.
- That's where you come in. - That's where I..
Wait a second, you want me to watch Belson?
Can't you think of anything more exciting for me to do?
How about watching yogurt ferment?
He would pick up my guys the first hour.
Yeah, they probably fall asleep.
[clears throat]
[sighing] Alright.
I'll need backup.
As in your favorite enforcer.
[clears throat]
Okay, every fat man has a right to pick his own elves.
I don't know how long this is gonna take
but I'm gonna give you your first week upfront.
Put your checkbook away.
I don't want any favors here, Spenser.
I'm not giving you any favors.
I just wouldn't know what to charge for this plum assignment.
[instrumental music]
[dramatic music]
(Spenser) Wily Frank Belson was taking on new interest.
After he finished at the courthouse
he went to a furrier about as far off
the haute couture track as the old sheriff could get.
Unless he checked out the label and made Marian's new fur coat.
Belson had been back at work for two hours.
He had stop for donuts
lottery tickets, and the call of nature.
Belson's in that corner..
Everything he gets is a dead end.
- What about the furrier? - What furrier?
The one I followed him to, near South Station.
- What? - He wasn't there to buy a coat.
And I take it he didn't tell you anything about it.
Oh, wait a minute. You're not saying that Frank is dirty.
Look, I'm not sayin' anything.
You'll not find anything else taken at the police station.
H-A-W-K spells relief.
Oh, no.
Hey, let me give you a hand with that.
Oh, thanks. The tape broke.
Now if you just could get it from the bottom
I can clear the books.
You're movin' in to Mrs. Aubrin's apartment?
Uh, I guess, first floor.
They must have got the smell out of there, huh?
Smell?
Yeah, she's been dead for three days.
Uh, listen, it's a, it's a great apartment.
It's bright. Lots of windows.
Yeah, I like it.
Okay, I can get this. Thanks, really.
No, hey, let me give you a hand. I'll carry it up.
- Oh, well-- - No, no problem.
You can just grab my bag for me.
Sure.
Word on the street is young man Harker
is a card-carryin' Aryan Brother.
Aryan Brother?
The muscle that works the streets
for the hood still on side of the joint?
- Serious? - Hmm.
He wouldn't happen to know who's pushing
the buttons inside those walls.
My credibility with the Aryans is somewhat tenuous.
Hmm. Must be your haircut.
Indubitably.
Belson inside. Got caffeine?
- Espresso. - See you at .
Right.
[instrumental music]
When I suggested to Susan that we go try on some fur coats
she got dressed for Newbury Street.
When she saw a Gelman storefront
I could see revenge in her eyes.
- Mmm, I like it. - You're tall. You can carry it.
No, it's not exactly what I had in mind.
What you had in mind?
Yes, how about something in black...sable?
There will be dark brown. I could order one for you.
That's funny. A friend of mine just bought one here.
For his daughter. It was a black sable.
Hey, hey, hey, you must have my shop confused.
I don't move much sable in this neighborhood.
- Four thousand isn't bad. - And we are having a sale.
His coat had a, had your label right inside.
I sell raincoats with my label.
Any gonif with a scissors could put one in his fur coat.
My friend here didn't wanna go over .
He doesn't wanna make his wife suspicious.
Thirty five hundred dollars, not a dime less.
Why would anybody go to the trouble to switch labels?
Genuine black sable must be imported from Russia.
'The first breedings were in the late s.'
To export the live animals is illegal.
But you said you could order me a coat.
Sure, for dark brown.
For Bergwiesen pure black, we're talking $,.
'Therefore, the Leningrad.'
You see what my label could save just in import duties.
- Twenty eight hundred. - Three thousand.
Sold.
[laughing]
I hope you brought your credit card.
I never leave home without it.
I'll buy lunch.
You're very charming.
Your generosity could use some work.
Oh, yeah.
[both chuckling]
(Frank) 'Alright, here we go.'
I had this in a, in a closet for when my mother used to visit.
Oh, that's great.
But I feel terrible putting you out like this.
Oh, not a problem. That's what neighbors are for.
It's just that this move happened so fast.
Classes start on Monday morning.
- Oh, are-are you a student? - No, a teacher.
- What do you teach? - Literature.
I've been teaching up in Portland but..
...I was really hopin' to move down here
and I have a friend who teaches at Carlton Morrissey.
'Somebody there got, uh, appendicitis or something.'
I went to Morrissey.
- Yeah? - 'Yeah!'
You could probably tell me how to get there.
Better than that, first thing, Monday morning
I'll drive you over there myself.
Oh, no. I couldn't ask you to do that.
- You must have to get to work. - No problem.
I'm a detective. My time's my own.
A detective?
Gee! I don't think I ever met a cop before.
I'm sorry. I mean a policeman.
Oh, that's alright. We say cop all the time.
Argh, what a dunce I am. Uh, my name is Frank, Frank Belson.
Mildred Frances. Nice to meet you.
- I'm really happy you moved in. - Me too.
Now I don't have to get a dog.
I'm sorry. I-I-I didn't mean the way that sounded.
[chuckling] No, no, that's good. I like that.
- Gee! - You don't have to get a dog.
Well, listen, anything you wanna know about Morrissey
I'm your man.
Thanks.
Yeah, well, I guess, uh..
...guess I'll go eat.
Hey, listen, you haven't seen a little white bag around here.
- Have you? - Uh, I threw it away.
That was my dinner.
It was a corn-beef sandwich.
I'm a, I'm a light eater.
'Frank!'
Come here.
'I had a little cabbage.'
'You had a little corn-beef.'
So, what do you say?
It smells like my most favorite meal in the whole world.
Good.
Look, I'm gonna go to the corner for a six stout.
You probably want wine, something like that?
Actually, I'd rather have...stout.
Yeah? Okay, I'll be right back.
Maybe I'll get two six-packs.
[chuckling]
Oh, it's cold.
[indistinct]
Yeah, it's a big night for you. Two trips to the deli.
Got flowers for the new neighbor.
- Belson and flowers? - Yes.
I'm gonna get me some dreams.
Hey, look here. You keep your eyes open, babe.
You'd have to pay a lot to reset the pussycat..
[glasses clanking]
Cheers!
You know, Mildred
it's the best time I've had since I don't remember when.
Yeah, me too.
- You're honest? - Honest.
There's just..
...one thing you could do for me though, Frank.
Oh, you, you want me to get out of here, right--
No, I don't want you out of here.
The people I work with call me Mildred
and my students call me Miss Frances.
But my friends call me Frankie.
Frankie?
So, that's what you could do for me.
- Be my friend. - Frankie.
I-I like that.
I like that a lot.
Frankie.
Boston was settled by puritan separatists.
But it was impurity that led Michael Glinn
to an out-of-the-way fur shop on the south side.
And it definitely wasn't the cache of its label.
Whatever garment the furrier had sold Frank Belson
it wasn't anything Frank wanted Martin Quirk to hear.
And I wondered why?
But when I got ready to trip the alarm system
I discovered that somebody who knew a lot
about closed impedance loops had beaten me to it.
I was beginning to feel like first runner-up
in a treasure hunt.
The burglar had been looking for the link
between Gelman and Michael Glinn.
So I thought, I'd try Jean.
[muttering]
And there was record.
Not FOB, Leningrad.
[dramatic music]
(Quirk) The ME puts Gelman's death between : and : p.m.
He was a meticulous guy, he kept a record of every fur piece
he made or sold including Jean's coat.
How much did Glinn's coat cost?
Unavailable, not anything, not applicable.
You think it was some kind of a barter deal?
I don't know, but there's something even more
important floppin' around in that disk.
Gelman listed the sable as domestic.
So?
So he told me that the only black sable
are bred in Russia.
That exporting breeding pairs is a big nyet.
Hmm, maybe they were smuggled in.
Wait a minute.
- Umm, Michigan? - Raskolnikov. Karamazov.
Doesn't being pretentious bother you at all?
No, I like you just the way you are, buddy.
Oh, yeah.
[laughing]
Jean had asked some of her father's friends
to help her pack her father's things.
Susan was the first to volunteer.
Fur coat ownership had not diminished her compassion.
Frank tells me you're from Portland.
Bangor actually. Just the last three years in Portland.
- What do you teach? - Women studies.
My specialty is th century American women writers.
- 'I got all the cartons.' - Great.
I'll take this one out to the truck. I'll be right back.
Jean seems awfully sweet. How's she doing?
Well, she's a tough kid like her father. She'll be okay.
- He sounds very special. - Yeah.
He taught me most of what I know about bein' a cop.
Yeah? So why did you two stop bein' partners?
You know with some guys, it's my partner
right or wrong, you know.
You don't seem like that kind of guy.
Coffee, you two?
Now, Mike was that kind of guy.
He was the best partner a guy could have.
Me, I-I just wanted to go for the glory, or get a gold shield.
In the living room.
- Let's get a cup of coffee. - Okay.
(Quirk) 'Here, here. Victor Matskin.'
Here, Matskin was a, he was a smuggler.
Aggravated as*ault in '. Skipped parole till '.
We nailed him in ', he was tryin' to smuggle three pairs
of breeding sable in from the Soviet Union.
Here, here's the property clearance report.
They like celery and chopped meat.
"Arresting officers, Glinn and Belson."
And Belson. Before they split up.
Poor, little sables got shipped back to Siberia.
- Matskin did a little better. - What do you mean?
He got years in Walpole.
He was our librarian.
A vicious man, if dog-earing is your thing.
- Was? When did he get out? - He didn't.
Had a fatal stroke couple of months ago.
- Any family? - Nobody wanted the body.
- How about regular visitors? - He was an emigrant.
He didn't know anybody in this country.
How about a soulmate?
Well, last six years, a two-time loser named Nash..
'...Walter Nash.'
(male #) 'Victor was a gentleman. Not like most of the scum in here.
(Spenser) 'Brother James Parker, for example.'
I can't place the name.
And there's no reason why you should.
You're just somebody that Matskin might have confided in.
- Oh, yeah? About what? - Furs.
I'm not following you.
Matskin was, uh, smuggling sable into this country from Russia.
We got this theory...that Matskin had reason to believe
that the arresting officer might have ripped him off.
I've already got the name of the cop and decided to see
if one of them might not have kept a couple of those sable
to start his own breeding farm.
Huh? Dirty cops, huh?
You test that theory in the department yet?
No, they got this niggling hang-up about evidence.
What if I gave the evidence?
- The sables themselves? - Uh-huh.
- What would I get? - What do you want?
A letter. Letter to the Parole Board.
All making up for past mistakes.
I'm a private citizen.
I write a pretty good letter, but I can't make any promises.
Oh, yeah? Who else knows what you're doing?
I'm workin' alone.
Look, I may be making a mistake but, uh..
Look, I can get out in parole in a, in a few months maybe
if I'm lucky and, uh, I could use some friends.
- If you know what I mean. - Yeah.
So try me.
Okay.
I lied.
Victor was hittin' on one of Harker's chickens
and Harker got him alone in a library.
Victor saved his skin with the information about the cops
but he said that he didn't know
where they were keepin' the sables.
How would he know that?
He had one of the cops tailed, and..
...his name was, uh, Glen, Glinn?
Anyway he went to, uh, a boatyard.
It was the Captain's Marine..
Perhaps the Skippers Marine, or something like that.
When was that?
I don't know, last year or somethin'.
I don't know. Anyway, uh, you know what Victor said?
He said that there was more than of those little suckers
in an old fishing trawler named Surge tied up there.
You got any idea what they're worth today?
Not worth a cop's life.
Hey, Spenser, now listen to me.
Look, my old man has a stand in the Italian market.
Look, I wanna come up out of the T at Haymarket Square
and walk up to that stand and let him see me before he dies.
Please?
I'll do my best.
[dramatic music]
[instrumental music]
(Frankie) 'Sugar or honey?'
Uh, yeah, t-two sugars, heavy on the milk.
[sneezing]
[shattering] 'Oh, jeez!'
Aw! Sh..
Oh!
I'm sorry. Look, I'll..
I'll-I'll get it reframed. I'll get you a new..
- What are you doin'? - You've got a cold.
- You're going to bed. - Are you kidding?
I never go to bed. I-I mean, I'm never sick.
An ounce of prevention, Frank. It's the weekend.
There's only one possible reason why you shouldn't go to bed.
What's that?
If you didn't have anybody to take care of you.
Now get out of those, get into that.
[coughing]
[Frankie humming]
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me not.
She loves me.
Just give me a minute here, huh?
Hey, Jose, got a match?
Do me a favor.
Get Berger with the Skippers in East Boston, huh?
The old trawler..
Tell me he's got a contract with a private cop
named Spenser.
[dramatic music]
[glass shattering]
[music continues]
[g*nshots]
[expl*si*n]
[music continues]
"With how much ease believe we what we wish."
John Dryden no doubt would have known he was being set up.
But Dryden never tried to get information
from cons like Walter Nash.
Matskin told you about the missing sable.
'He also gave you two names, Glinn and Belson.'
You find out which one was dirty
and you told Harker where he could find him.
Hey, hey, you forget, I've been here doing and a half
to . Did I use my X-ray vision--
- You were on parole. - How do you know that?
He used the T at Haymarket Square since they tore down
'the overhead tracks and put 'em underground.'
I checked with your father too.
He'd like you to come by so he can spit on you.
(male #) 'Paroled last November.'
Picked up on a weapons violation a month later.
It's dumb to carry when you're on parole
but it's really dumb when you get caught.
Unless you're setting up an alibi.
(Quirk) 'Well, you got a brother on the outside'
'who's doing the real work for you.'
Like boatyard tours.
Nice theory.
Trouble is I got this niggling hang-up about proof.
Oh, we're gonna get the proof, Walter.
The nice thing is..
...we're gonna know right where to find you when we do.
(Frank) 'So, while Governor Hutchinson was worried'
'that the crowded old South was gonna riot'
Sam Adams' Indians created right here
civil disobedience.
- They say you could see the-- - Frank, are you in trouble?
Me? No. Why?
Well, ever since you lied to me at Glinn's..
- No, I wasn't lying. - Oh, I know.
You were doing it for Jean's benefit, I-I-I understood that
but th-there are just some things I don't understand.
What do you mean?
Well, your ex-partner's m*rder*d.
And then, there's somebody following you.
Follow...wh-when did you first notice?
Outside of Glinn's.
He's black, about six foot three.
Now he's in the gift shop.
Give me, give me about seconds, then..
...then go buy something.
A little tea chess and ice.
Yes, I've always admired the East India Company
law and order type that I am.
What the hell are you doin'?
What the hell does it look like I'm doin'?
- Whose payin'? - Client.
If I see you around here again, you're busted.
For what? Tourism with intent?
Get out of here.
Who is he?
Boston's premier muscle and g*n.
Didn't look like he wanted to fool with you.
Well, he's, uh..
He's known me longer than you have.
[laughing] Come on.
Mozzarella and peppers on fresh Italian bread.
You might wanna make this order to go.
You've been following Belson for three days.
If somethin' was gonna happen, it would have happened by now.
You're not gettin' up to speed here, babe.
[indistinct]
You're telling me he made me.
You're tellin' me a woman did?
We busy lookin' for Aryan Brothers.
Could be they sent out a sister.
Belson hooks up with a neighbor right off the bat.
- Could be. - I made a couple of calls.
There's a woman who works out of Nevada
fits the same description.
Heavy hitter called Frankie Simmons.
Frankie?
That's how Belson introduced her to Susan.
Break out the brown bags, babe.
'You got some cold business to take care'
before old Belson gets fixed up permanently, huh?
(Frank) 'You're the only person I ever have, ever will tell this to.
'Glinn and I busted this guy smugglin' four pairs'
of live sable into this country from Russia.
It was late. The Property Clerk was closed.
So Glinn put the cages in his garage overnight.
He showed up the next morning.
He only had three pairs with him.
But you didn't take them.
What does it have to do with you?
Oh, I called him on it.
He said the only thing he had in this world was his kid
and this was his chance to do somethin' for her.
I could have turned him in.
Instead I put in for a new partner.
And they m*rder*d him for some animals after all these years?
I wasn't sure.
Now, I knew Mike had this army buddy Jackie Holt
who owned this old farm north of Ayer and I knew
Mike bought it from him, except he never put it in his own name.
Couple of Canucks live out there.
Mike had sent Jackie money in Miami for the taxes once a year.
So he could breed the sables
and they couldn't trace them back to him.
Jean goes to college..
...and she goes to graduate school.
It's great. I mean, after years, who's asking questions?
Then the idiot goes and gives her a coat
made of the damn things in front of half the department.
The guy who makes the coat gets m*rder*d.
- Somebody knows. - The man who was following you.
No, no, he hangs around with a private cop named Spenser.
Quirk must have called them and somebody else.
What if they come after you?
I can handle myself.
Why don't you tell Lieutenant Quirk about the farm?
It's kind of late for Jean to find that out
about her dad, isn't it?
You're a good man, Frank.
I'm glad you told us.
Well, I, I had to tell somebody and..
You know, I don't wanna keep any secrets from you.
[instrumental music]
Frankie, will you take a drive out to Brockton with me?
There's somebody I want you to meet.
What's in Brockton?
A nursing home. My mother lives there.
Oh!
That's awfully sweet, Frank.
That may be the sweetest thing anybody has ever asked me.
But, uh, this afternoon? Don't you have to work?
I'll tell, I'll tell Quirk. He'll cover for me.
Okay, but, uh, I'd like to change for your mom.
Great, great, I'll-I'll drop you off, I'll go to the office
and I'll swing around and pick you up at about :.
Fine.
Frankie..
...you make me..
...you make me so happy.
You make me very happy too, Frank.
Very happy.
Hey, you guys, what's up?
- 'Hey, hello.' - 'How are you doing?'
Hey, lieutenant. Spenser. What's the matter?
You guys look like you just both lost your best friend.
Sit down, Frank.
Oh, this is serious, huh?
Okay, what happened?
Your new neighbor, what do you know about her?
[chuckling] I get it.
You guys gonna give old Belson a hard time about his love life.
Huh? Well, fire away, boys. I am invincible.
What do you know about her, Frank?
Oh, I know she's the best thing that ever happened to me.
- How's that for openers? - She was looking for the sable.
'The coat that Glinn gave Jean.'
Uh, he held on to some of them, didn't he?
'And you knew about it.'
She moved in across the hall from you
an hour after she m*rder*d Gelman.
He didn't know where Glinn was breeding the sables
so she went to work on you.
- You're crazy. - No, he isn't, Frank.
(Spenser) 'Her bona fides are all phonies.'
Maine's Department of Education never heard of her.
Well, that's easy, she was, she was
teaching at parochial schools.
She told Susan that her specialty was woman's lib.
What do you suppose the interest is in woman studies
at the Morrissey School for boys?
She ask you about the sable? About you and Glinn, huh?
No, no, she-she never mentioned it.
Did you?
'Frank, she works for a con named Nash.'
He was a cell partner of Victor Matskin.
You guys can't prove she was working for anybody.
[knock on door]
(Frank) 'Frankie?'
[knock on door]
'Frankie, it's me. It's Frank.'
'It-it's :. It's time to get going.'
[knock on door]
'Frankie?'
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
They're on a farm north of Ayer.
I'll know when I see it.
[dramatic music]
[instrumental music]
Best tutor I ever knew was a woman.
High praise indeed.
- Cover was a B-girl. - What's a B-girl?
- You wanna meet one? - Ah, no.
Where did you know this B-girl? Saigon?
- Atlanta. - Atlanta. What happened to her?
She tried to walk away from a lion
instead of pullin' the trigger.
Glinn sent me for the sable.
He has not ordered that I prepare any skin.
Not skins. The animals.
I'm gonna take them to a safe place.
Well, that's not possible.
They die unless I take care of them, huh?
- Open it. - I will call Glinn.
[g*nshots]
Open it.
[g*nshots]
Marty?
I want you to know, I-I didn't lie to you.
I-I knew Glinn was dumb, I..
I just didn't wanna hurt the kid.
No need, Frank. Don't worry about it.
I didn't know what dumb was.
[sighs] Damn, Spenser.
You ever don't get the heater fixed in this bucket of boats?
Little cool air gives you an edge.
Yeah, it also gives you hypothermia.
[dramatic music]
- Which one? - Yeah, start with these two.
Okay.
Easy!
(Frank) 'Police! Come out with your hands up!'
[g*nshots]
[dramatic music]
[crashing]
[siren blaring]
[g*nshots]
[crashing]
- They totaled my car. - That would be redundant.
[sirens blaring]
[splashing]
[music continues]
Drop it, Frank.
Brockton's the other side of the state.
Get me out of here, Frank.
I don't think so.
I don't wanna k*ll you.
Probably wouldn't hurt as much now
as it would have a couple of hours ago.
You're a nice guy, Frank, but you're too sentimental.
I just want what everybody wants. I wanna be happy.
If it's any consolation, you wouldn't have been.
Right.
(Spenser) 'Put it down.'
Real easy.
I've k*lled cops before.
(Hawk) 'Not today, darling.'
[dramatic music]
Neither one of them would miss.
[instrumental music]
Let's go.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[music continues]
Hey.
Hey, relax.
Freedom ain't so great.
I know it probably doesn't mean too much to you right now, Frank
but whatever it's worth to ya, I love ya.
Lieutenant, why don't you just shut up and drive?
[church bells tolling]
I had my problems that winter.
The new bushings for the motor of my quays and I
were stuck in a dock's strike at Mersey.
And Susan, over indulging a false sense
of bourgeois industriousness that came
from being swathed in fur
decided to make a run on Karl Marx's record
for the most consecutive hours spent in a research library.
But I never had a cause to doubt Susan's love..
...or mine.
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