[music continues]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) I don't know why you're so nervous, judge.
Even if we are noticed, nobody knows why we're meeting.
That's easy for you to say.
You realize what would happen to my credibility
my reputation, if any of this became public?
It won't.
I trust you're right.
Now remember, no trouble.
Give them the money, then follow them.
I wanna know who he is, where he goes, everything
You understand?
Yes, sir.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) Invasion of privacy, or the public's right to know.
Whichever the truth is, we live in a world
where our lives have become less and less private.
And perhaps no one suffers more than public figures
even judges.
Trouble is, most people have
a skeleton or two in their closet.
And that included my new client
the honorable Jason Kingsley.
It seems the judge had been a secret supporter
of the world's oldest profession.
Now he needed me because someone had gotten their hands
on his little black book.
But it wasn't until the unexpected theft
of a woman's little blue purse
that the real trouble started.
Get back here.
[dramatic music]
Hey, my purse!
[dog barking]
(Spenser) 'Just drop the bag right there.'
Who says.
Simon says.
Whatever Simon says you're supposed to--
- You're dead, man. - Wait a second.
- You didn't let me finish. - You're finished.
You know how much I like using this Kn*fe?
Not half as much as I like using this g*n.
Leave the gentleman alone before my stomach gets upset.
That always makes my hand shake real bad.
Hey, man, we didn't know Cates was a friend of yours.
Leave quicker.
Come on.
- Thanks. - No problem.
Couldn't let 'em go carvin' up the gift horse
with the red carnation now, could I?
Put the g*n away any time now.
I'll decide that. Where's the money?
Where's the book?
Just hand over the money, maybe I'll tell ya.
I'm supposed to make a trade.
You're supposed to have the book.
Yeah, well, all that's changed now.
The judge is gonna have to come up with a lot more
before he sees his precious little book.
And now, Mr. Errand Boy
the cash.
Come on.
[tires screeching]
Freeze! Alright, hold it right there.
Look, uh, I'm a PI, I'm on a case
Sure you are.
That's why you have a stolen purse.
(Spenser) 'Uh, she's right down there, ma'am!'
Ma'am!
Well, well.
What have we here?
Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Huh?
Never mind.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) After a look at my ID
and a call to Sergeant Frank Belson
the officers apologized and released me.
They didn't apologize for failing to recognize
the line from Hamlet.
- Did you get the book? - No. I didn't get the book.
What happened? What about the money?
I'm afraid he got away with the envelope.
You can't be serious. What am I paying for, Spenser?
To be as careful as possible.
I figured he might not have the book
so I stuffed the envelope with play money.
If little plastic houses ever come on the market
he's gonna make a k*lling.
So now we're right back where we started.
What if he doesn't contact us again?
Oh, he will.
I must have that book, Spenser.
And I don't care what you have to do to get it.
Don't worry, judge. I have several leads.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) The word "Several" was a slight exaggeration.
Actually, I had only one clue to go on.
One of the punks in the alley had called him Cates.
And one of the things I recall about Mr. Cates
was that he was chewing on something
when he first showed up.
It was a fancy swizzle stick.
The kind bartenders use to stir drinks.
The question was
which of Boston's several thousand bars
did it come from.
A quick call to Frank Belson
told me his full name was Alfie Cates.
And he had a considerable record
in dr*gs, p*rn, and girls.
His file even came complete with a mugshot.
With that, and a swizzle stick
I knew just who to see.
[laughs]
Still makin' a livin' on your back, huh?
[laughing]
Well, well, be still my heart, Spenser.
Oh, where have you been keeping yourself?
- Oh, here and there. - Uh-huh.
They tell me you really know what you're doing.
Naturally.
I've always believed in doing the job well
or not at all.
Maintain that reputation, if you know what I mean.
I know what you mean.
[laughs] Only things change.
Including reputations.
I straightened myself out, Spenser.
I heard.
I'm real proud of you, Jessie.
- I'm pretty proud of myself. - Hm.
Look, I hate dredging up the past but--
Uh-huh. But you're going to anyway, right?
- I need some information. - Relax, honey.
It's alright. I understand.
Twenty years on the street earns you
a special kind of degree.
One they don't offer you in college, now, uh
just because I've straightened up my act
doesn't mean I can't be a technical advisor.
'Fraid not.
Hm.
Here's another hard one.
The name of a bar that uses a swizzle like that.
Thought you said this was the hard one.
[chuckles]
Try Arman's.
Near Washington Square.
You are incredible.
Mm. You don't need to sweet talk me.
But I do like it.
[laughs]
Yeah. You work on ' Mustangs?
[chuckles]
[indistinct chatter]
(Spenser) I passed by Arman's dozens of times
but I'd never actually gone in.
I heard it was one of those tasteless clubs
with overpriced drinks
and a singer with one name
like Crystal or Brandi.
Can't imagine why I'd avoid such a hotspot
all these years.
[singing gibberish]
- What can I get you? - Uh, the swizzle stick.
[chuckles] A what?
You know, a stirrer.
I'm a collector.
Yeah, that's it, alright.
You know a guy named Alfie Cates?
- No. - No?
Well, if you happen to run into him
uh, give him that.
[chuckles] Boardwalk?
(Spenser) 'Yeah, you can tell him that if he wants to pass go'
and collect $ . He has to see me first.
[applause]
Hi.
Hi.
You know, I'd ask you to buy me a drink
but I know that you're not supposed to drink
when you're on duty.
Huh. Heh.
Thought I might take you up on that drink
but I don't have bucks for the room.
[chuckles] What makes you think I'm a hooker?
What makes you think I'm a cop?
I guess I had that one coming to me.
- You wanna start from scratch? - Sure.
- You wanna scratch first? - Okay.
I, um, heard you asking about Alfie Cates.
- Hm. - Do you know him?
Yeah, we met.
Yeah, so what do you want with Alfie?
Uh, just a little unfinished business.
Oh.
Anything to do with the envelope filled with play money?
- What are you up to? - I told you, baby.
You ask too many questions.
Well, hello there, Mr. Errand Boy.
[laughs]
You know, I like games as much as the next guy
but when people pay me money
I like it to be real.
Game's over.
Where's my , ?
Maybe I paid for what you delivered.
'Back to the beginning, huh, Alfie?'
Where's the book?
What's going on here, Alfie?
Shut up, Eileen.
No, what's he got to do with the book?
Haven't you figured it out yet?
- He's working for your father. - Her father?
(Alfie) 'Oh, haven't you been formally introduced yet?'
This is Eileen Kingsley, the judge's daughter.
Ah, that's real warm, Eileen.
Running a number on your own father
Was that your idea
or did Alfie here get real persuasive
and convince you to turn on him?
Alfie?
No, Alfie didn't have to convince me of anything.
My upstanding father did it all by himself.
Get in the back.
- Now, wait a second. - Let go of me.
The errand boy wants to hear about
how you two cooked up this blackmail scheme.
- Blackmail? - I told you.
Shut up and b*at it.
We never talked about blackmail, Alfie.
We? Oh, no, no.
There was never any we. It was me.
Would have dumped you a long time ago
if it hadn't been for that book.
But you said that you loved me.
[chuckles]
You think I could love some trashy slut like you?
You bastard!
[Eileen grunts]
[grunts]
You're deadski, you hear me?
You're both dead, both of ya.
What are you looking at?
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) What had started out as a routine case of blackmail
had become a mystery.
Eileen, the judge's daughter had kept her relationship
with Cates from her father.
That was perfectly understandable
considering the first-class creep the boyfriend was.
And since I was a party to their unhappy breakup
I figured I owed it to her
to find her a place to stay.
Luckily, there was a vacancy at Hotel Silverman.
- Hi. - Hi. How's she doing?
Well, once I got her to stop crying and start sleeping
she was out cold all night.
Hi. How you feeling?
Hi.
Okay.
- This is.. - Breakfast.
Bran muffins, fruit, granola
fiber, fruit and nuts.
- Yeah. - It's very healthy.
So is steak and eggs.
Full of cholesterol.
See, the healthier she gets, the more bland my diet becomes.
'Now if that ain't love, I don't know what is.'
So besides the diet, how's the warden treating you?
Lot better than I've been treated in a long time.
[clatters]
[sighs]
He used me.
He said that he loved me and that he was gonna marry me
'and that all this..'
[sighs] That the hooking was just temporary.
'That's what he said to me'
he said that it was just until we got enough money
to make a fresh start.
[sighs]
I'm sorry.
It was all lies.
Every single one of them, and I believed them all.
Why didn't you tell your father?
Stepfather.
He's not my real father and believe me
if he did know, he wouldn't care.
How long has it been since you seen him?
I don't know, it's been over a year.
How did Cates get the book?
What is this book everyone keeps talking about?
I don't know anything about a book
Hm.
Is there any way Cates could have used you
to get to your father?
I told you, he's not my father.
But I'm sure if he knew, he'd be concerned.
[laughs]
Don't make me laugh.
My stepfather is just a..
...a pious old fake who pretends to be a servant of the people.
You know, it's really ironic.
And he gets paid good money to, to lock people up
for something that he got away with.
What do you think he's done?
"Think?" I know.
He m*rder*d my mother.
[indistinct chatter]
[men grunting]
[Hawk grunts]
You Hawk?
- I said, "Are you Hawk?" - What if I am?
Well, if you are, I got a little job that needs doing and, uh--
Hey!
And I heard you was the best.
[grunting] You got a name?
Yeah. Alfie Cates.
How'd you like to make a quick bucks, huh?
How'd you like to turn yourself around
and find the door?
- Huh! - Huh?
It'd cost you that much
to get me to get dressed and take a shower.
How about ?
Gasoline and breakfast.
You haven't even heard what I want you to do yet.
- I don't have to. - Why's that?
My mother taught me to recognize quality when I see it.
You know, I got a feeling when you hear who's involved in this
you ain't gonna give a damn about the money.
I'm about to put you on click.
How's the name Kingsley strike you?
Judge Jason Kingsley?
Yeah. And a little book of his
that has recently come into my possession.
One that is crammed full of interesting information.
Know what I mean?
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) I did need a blow from a sledgehammer
to know that Eileen hadn't told me the complete truth.
She was holding something back
and enough heartfelt accusations
had been hurled around
to warrant some digging.
(Frank) 'Jason Kingsley, huh?'
Yeah, real knight in shining armor
as in, uh, dragons and round table.
You know that as well as I do.
Oh, even Camelot had it's black knights
from time to time.
Personally, I never cared very much for the guy.
Well, what can I tell you, we're talking Mr. Clean here.
Why the sudden interest in Kingsley anyway?
What about his wife's death?
It was last year.
Fall down the stairs, right?
Yeah, pretty much open and shut.
Anything odd about the case?
Something that might have rubbed you the wrong way?
Come on, Spenser.
I mean, thousands of people lose their lives
in household accidents every year
besides, I was there.
You went on the case?
Why not a uniformed cop?
Public relations.
I mean, it never hurts to give a VIP
a little special attention.
Whether they rate it or not.
You know, I don't miss this at all?
[phone ringing]
Just a second, Spenser.
Yeah, Belson. Hold on.
You know, there was something, Spenser.
Uh, don't get your hopes up. I'm sure it was nothin'.
But the assistant coroner that handled the Kingsley case
gave me a call the day after the accident.
He said there was something peculiar about the accident.
When I talked to him later, he said it was nothing
and he was sorry.
[scoffs] Go pick somebody else's brain, will you?
Thanks.
[instrumental music]
Don't mind the mess.
Now, what can I do for you?
Doctor Kelford, uh..
...I understand you conducted the autopsy on Janice Kingsley
a year or so ago.
Yes, uh, horrible tragedy.
The, uh, inquest indicated that she d*ed from a fall.
Uh, yes, that's correct.
Yeah.
Is there any other circumstances
that could've been a contributing factor
on her death.
No.
The diagnosis was simple.
Very clear cut case.
Hm.
I was told there was something unusual
about the case.
Something that didn't find it's way to the official report.
Well, absolutely not.
Now, the cause of death was obvious from the beginning.
'May I ask where you heard such a thing?'
(Spenser) 'Ah, you know, I don't really remember.'
It was probably a bum steer.
Well, listen, thank you for your time.
Yeah, not at all
[instrumental music]
[sighs]
[engine revving]
(Spenser) My, my, my, here I was, waiting to follow the coroner
and there was someone following me.
[engine rumbling]
Hey.
(Spenser) Guess I'd have to wait to find out who he belonged to.
Head down, step into it.
Well done.
(male # ) 'Stay down.'
Hey, judge!
Hold it.
[instrumental music]
That's all for today, Jim. Thank you.
Spenser! What are you doing here?
Trying to find out what's going on, judge.
Well, that's what I hired you for.
Have you located the book yet?
I might have a sh*t if you'd start dealing
from the top of the deck.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, for starters, let's talk
about your stepdaughter, Eileen.
What has she got to do with this?
Well, when I met her, her boyfriend..
Well, I should say, her ex-boyfriend
was none other than our old pal, Alfie Cates.
You actually saw Eileen?
You found her?
Oh, thank God, I've been worried sick about her.
- Where is she? - She's safe.
She's rather distraught about the death of her mother.
Oh, actually, they were very close.
She seemed to think there's more to it
than a simple fall down the stairs.
Well, you mustn't take too seriously anything she says.
The accident hit her very hard.
She's despondent, disoriented
given to imagination.
She seemed rather lucid to me.
Well, she doesn't know all the actual facts.
Well, the facts were left
to Doctor Robert Kelford, weren't they?
I've decided to forget about
getting that book back, Mr. Spenser.
I won't be needing you any more.
My secretary will pay you for your time.
Just, uh, please give her the bill--
What's in that book, Judge?
Why would you wanna pay Alfie Cates
blood money to get it back?
I just fired you, Spenser, now stay out of my life.
I decide when I take a case.
And I decide when I drop it.
[instrumental music]
Judge Kingsley.
Dennis! Where is she? What's going on here?
[door unlocks]
You could've turned on the light.
Would that I were night
I live in my own light.
[switch clicks]
Nietzsche.
You aren't the only one with a library card, babe.
You here to discuss existentialism
and it's impact on modern man?
You know somebody named Cates?
Cates?
I understand you're working
for the high and mighty Jason Kingsley.
What do you know about Judge Kingsley?
I'm the one asking the questions
all you have to do is supply the answers.
Well, that seems a little one-sided.
What happened to mutual cooperation?
[sighs] What's the electricity between you and Kingsley?
Like I said, it takes two to tango.
Well, I guess we won't be doing much dancing this evening.
Doesn't look that way.
Cates is trouble, Spenser.
Trouble's my business.
Mine too.
[door shuts]
No, I did, I like that one.
I noticed.
Uh, well, so why did you change your major?
Well, you know, actually, I, I really was
I, I was doing very well in psychology
but then I hit the k*ller course.
- Don't tell me, statistics. - How did you know that?
Because anyone who's ever taken it
still has nightmares about it.
Oh, God, I'm so glad to hear that
You know, I thought I was the only one.
Have you thought about going back?
You know, grad school isn't that bad.
Nah.
Nope.
My life has changed too much.
It was a long time ago.
Speaking of time
I have to get to a class.
Uh, there's some really simple cheese cake
in the refrigerator if you want it, okay?
'I have to go take a shower.'
- Thank you, Susan. - Sure.
[doorbell rings]
I'll, I'll get it.
[sighs]
Who is it?
(male # ) 'It's Spenser.'
[dramatic music]
No! No! Susan!
Let me.. Susan!
Get off of me.
Ah!
You..
[grunting]
[grunting]
[grunting]
Are you alright?
Yeah.
You recognize him?
Yeah, he works for my stepfather.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) Eileen insisted that I drive her to a friend's.
Someone Cates knew nothing about.
There, she was sure, she'd be safe.
I hoped so.
I was beginning to wonder how far
the good judge's tentacles might reach.
So our friend spends all of minutes in custody
before his lawyer springs him.
Oh, that figures.
Sounds like my dear stepfather
got right to work, having him released.
I wonder what he was doing there in the first place.
I don't know.
Well, I think we all know, Eileen.
It's the book.
And it's not full of, uh, just a list of sexual indiscretions.
If I had to guess, I'd say
bribes, kickbacks, payoffs.
Don't forget m*rder.
That's where you came in, right?
Cates got his hands on that book, alright.
But he didn't get it from the judge's house.
- You took it. - What if I did?
What's it to you, Spenser?
You know, I don't need you grilling me, okay?
No. What you need is help.
And I can give it to you.
We've gotta start dealing in the truth here, Eileen.
- I need some answers. - It's my business.
And I don't need your help.
Yes, you do, and you know it.
What were you looking for in that book?
Something about your mother's death.
Some evidence you could use against the judge.
Maybe, a greedy ambitious assistant coroner.
I'm beginning to think you really are a detective.
[chuckles]
Don't tell Susan. She thinks I'm a thug.
So when were you gonna use it against him?
I don't know.
But I will, believe me.
I'm gonna get it back from Alfie and use it.
- Hi. - Hi. Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Remember me, the old rubber ball?
[chuckles]
Is this the guy that's been helping you?
Okay, so now I'm asking.
Well, I'm freezing, do you wanna..
(female # ) 'Where do you think you're going?'
Uh, I'm sorry, sir. He just barged right in.
Should I call security?
Uh, no, uh, that's alright. Uh..
This gentleman and I are old acquaintances.
- You can shut the door. - Uh, yes, sir.
Let me think, uh..
Hawk, isn't it?
See, I remembered you.
I'm impressed.
What other tricks can you perform?
My time is valuable, Hawk.
State your business and be on your way.
Right.
It is said
that a man's taste in books
is a mirror of his soul.
Keep all your dime novels at home?
Huh.
There sure are a lot of books.
I suppose you'd know right away
if one of them were missing, wouldn't you?
Who sent you? Eileen?
I don't know Eileen.
You were hired to collect the $ , , weren't you?
(Hawk) 'Twenty?'
I would've thought a judge would understand
the insidious effects of inflation
on our present economy.
How much?
, effects.
You think I'm stupid enough to hand the money over to you?
Don't forget. I know you want that book as much as I do.
And you'll never voluntarily hand it over to me now, will ya?
Twenty-four little hours.
[laughs]
[door closes]
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) It all kept coming back to the mysterious book.
If I thought Alfie was dumb enough to carry it
I would've turned him on his head
and shaken it out of him when we first met.
But now that Eileen had come clean
I knew where it was hidden.
I only hoped Cates hadn't moved it.
[wood cracking]
[indistinct chatter]
[footsteps approaching]
(Alfie) Spenser.
A distinct possibility.
Guy must think I'm an idiot.
I've heard he's an excellent judge of character.
- 'He's dead.' - 'Do you hear me laughing?'
(Alfie) 'You think that's funny, do you?'
- 'He's way out of your league.' - 'Is that so?'
(Hawk) 'Look, I didn't come here to argue'
'you got something to tell me about the book, I'm listening.'
You say Spenser's out of my league
but is he out of yours?
You eliminate Spenser for me and then we talk about the book.
Suppose I eliminate you right now..
You're gonna k*ll Spenser for me whether you like it or not.
The name butler mean anything to you?
Oh, yeah, I know it does.
Take a look at this. Go ahead, look at it.
'It's page of the book. A photocopy.'
'All about a job you did for the judge.'
and a certain Cynthia Butler got involved.
Who was she anyway, huh?
Some chick you had the hots for?
The book's in the same place, Hawk.
Anything happens to me, and it goes right to the cops
you understand? You know what that means?
[rattling]
Like I said, Spenser is dead.
[instrumental music]
[phone ringing]
Hello.
Hawk says he gave you my message.
- Now, look-- - Shut up and listen.
You come to the club, Arman, tomorrow at .
Back door will be open, and no tricks, Your Honor.
Now, wait a minute..
[line beeps]
Hello? Hello?
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
So very kind of you to drop by.
Unfortunately, the bartender is visiting his sick grandmoth--
Get to the point.
What do you want?
Does that mean you won't be having a drink?
Well, I hope you don't mind if I do a little indulging.
You see, I'm celebrating.
I'm about to come in to some money.
Look, you've got something in mind.
I'm tired of playing games.
I assume you wanna sell me the book.
Before we talk about your book and my money
there's a nagging little problem that has to be dealt with.
What problem?
Well, one that I'm sure you're as sick of as I am.
A two-bit hired errand boy who doesn't seem to know
when to keep his nose out of matters
that don't concern him.
- Spenser? - That's right, Your Honor.
You know, I never thought I'd see the day
when I would have something in common
with someone of your high moral fiber.
Just what do you have in mind?
I intend to correct the situation.
- He's here. - Who's here?
Step right in. The door's open.
Well, well, if it isn't our mutual friend.
What the hell is going on here?
Like I said, I intend to correct the situation.
Or should I say that Hawk here is going to do the correcting.
Welcome to our little party.
'I think you know His Honor, the judge.'
Oh, yeah.
I've just never seen him in his natural element.
I warned you to stay out of my life.
And I told you I decide when I drop a case.
What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Looking for Mr. Goodbye.
Hawk has kindly consented
to eliminate a nagging problem.
One that doesn't seem to know when to mind his own business.
[dramatic music]
Must be in this real deep.
Way over my head.
(Spenser) 'Are you sure?'
About the best swimmer I know.
Well, sometimes, the current gets to be so strong
you have no choice but to go with the flow.
I would say I'm sorry but I know it wouldn't help.
No.
[sh*t f*ring]
[dramatic music]
[sighs]
You realize what would happen if I was implicated in this?
Of course, that's the whole idea
just wanna make sure you know who's calling the sh*ts here.
Well, a maggot.
[laughs]
Maggot, yeah. One that's got your book.
Tonight.
Open the door. Come on.
[tires squealing]
What are you tryin' to do, k*ll me twice in one day?
I thought I might put your seatbelt on for you
but I didn't think the law applied to the dead.
Glad you're a better cold-blooded k*ller
than you are a comedian.
- Convincing, wasn't I? - Yeah, they bought it alright.
You are involved in m*rder as of now
up to your eyeballs.
Of course you were involved in this already, weren't you?
Hawk, a lot could go down tonight.
Knowing all the facts could mean a better chance
of walking away in one piece.
You know all the facts you need to know
and knowing more will not save you.
You told me once you had a sister.
- Who d*ed. - Affirmative.
Her name was Cynthia Butler, wasn't it?
Married name.
How'd she die?
Told you, you know all you need to know.
- Kingsley k*ll her? - 'Might as well have.'
Might as well put a b*llet through her heart.
Get the book back tonight.
Expose him. Bring him down.
For Cynthia and all the other people he's harmed.
Negative. Not fighting for anyone else
on this one, Spenser
Just like you say, this be personal.
People still alive be hurt bad
by talk of Cynthia and that book.
I'm gonna find it and gonna burn it.
I will tell you only one more thing, Spenser.
What's that?
You and Cates, get it on all you want.
But the honorable Jason Kingsley belongs to me.
[dramatic music]
(Spenser) In the darkness of a cold Boston night
Alfie Cates would finally give up the book.
But to whom?
The judge wanted it
his daughter wanted it
and more seriously of all
Hawk wanted it.
(man on radio) 'Team two is in position, sarge.'
Alright, let's stay alert out there. Could be any minute now.
You sure Spenser knows what he's talking about?
This could be a wild goose chase, Frank.
He knows.
'There he is now.'
'And Alfie's right on time too.'
Alright, standby.
The judge should be down any minute.
[door closes]
Well, well, well..
All that money.
And on a judge's salary.
Well, you must have been saving your pennies for years.
Prodigal daughter returns.
It is you, isn't it?
You'll pardon me for not being sure.
'Because the last time I saw you'
you had on four pounds of makeup
and your hair was orange.
Same old dad.
Knows just how to put somebody at ease.
I doubt that you give a damn
but I have managed to straighten out my life.
[chuckles]
Be that as it may, you have to excuse me
I have an appointment.
Oh?
You think you're gonna get
your precious little book back, don't you?
Well, take a little advice from your devoted daughter.
Alfie Cates won't just give you your book back that easily.
No, he's gonna bleed you for every penny that he can get.
Is that so?
(Eileen) 'Believe it.'
I know, because he got a share of my blood.
What is it you want? Out with it.
I have to go.
You and I have a little unfinished business
to take care of.
Well?
(Eileen) 'I wanna talk about my mother.'
I already know that you m*rder*d her.
I want you to tell me why you did it.
You're just like her, you know that?
Self-righteous, stubborn.
Always demanding answers to questions
that don't concern you.
My mother is dead.
You k*lled her and you walked away scot free.
And you don't think I should be concerned about that?
She fell.
That's all there was to it.
Oh, was it?
Was it just a coincidence then
that she happened to find that book of yours
on the very same day that she d*ed?
That's right, daddy.
See, I saw her with it.
She was in the bedroom and she was crying
and I asked her why she was so upset.
but she was too proud to tell me.
To tell me how the nice, comfortable world
that you had built for her
was suddenly crashing down around to her feet.
Her entire marriage to you was nothing
but a damn stinking lie.
Shut up.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Don't I?
She confronted you, didn't she?
She threatened to expose you
for the lowlife that you are
and for that, she paid the price.
Now, you're gonna prove she's right
by exposing me yourself.
You'll resurrect her ghost.
'And get your revenge at the same time.'
'How efficient.'
But there's a small problem, isn't there?
That's right. The book.
You don't have it.
You don't have a shred of evidence
'to back up your little theory.'
I'm afraid there's nothing you can do, my dear.
Nothing at all.
I'm gonna k*ll you for what you've done.
Don't be a fool.
I'm gonna sh**t you.
- You are not. - Yes, I am.
You can't sh**t a man in cold blood.
Some can.
You put that g*n down and you leave.
Now!
[sobbing]
(Hawk) 'Don't even think about it, old man.'
'I'll warn you once.'
You got no chance at that g*n.
[g*nsh*t]
(Hawk) 'Damn fool.'
We got g*nf*re.
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[grunts]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter on radio]
Watch your head.
- You alright? - Yeah.
Have to go down to the station
and formally give them a statement
but it looks like I can go.
- You know where? - Not yet.
Think I'll stay with my friend Annie for a few days and then..
I don't know, we've been talking about
maybe getting out and starting over.
Maybe Philadelphia. She's got some family there.
- You'll do good. - Thank you.
- Bye. - Bye.
[engine starts]
[siren wails]
Locate Hawk?
No. But I'm going to.
I got a judge with a very large hole in him.
A . hole.
He wasn't armed, I don't suppose.
Yeah. He had a g*n on him, but it wasn't fired.
Sounds like he was a little slow.
Yeah. He was slow, alright.
But, uh, Hawk and I'll be talkin'
to the lieutenant about that.
You see him before I do
tell him I wanna talk to him.
[engine rumbling]
We got business. The book.
Belson wants you.
I'll go. I've got nothing to hide.
But first, I want the book.
I can't give it to you.
I gave it to him half an hour ago.
Lotta evidence in that book for a lot of crimes.
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