(male narrator) Tonight...on "Spenser For Hire.."
My father's death was no accident.
Find out who k*lled him.
[grunting]
I don't want this hotdog anywhere near my investigation.
He was investigating Bodman
for insider trading on the stock market.
[horn blares]
Ha-ha.
Come back to Washington with me, Rita.
I want you in my life again.
Spenser, I almost went to bed with him last night.
If you did go away, I would miss you.
[brakes screeching]
[theme music]
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[instrumental music]
(Frank) Come on, Marty. Give me a break, will ya?
The rest of the afternoon's all I'm asking for.
I got a sick day coming anyway.
Lost lottery tickets don't constitute being sick, Frank.
Besides, you know that I can't even spare one man on this job.
- It's still too hot. - Why?
Just because some bigshot corporate executive
gets k*lled hot-rodding in his new car?
Oh-ho, you talk like that
you're gonna find yourself with more than just one day off.
And that's a promise.
So until the book is closed..
'...I don't wanna see you give this case'
anything less than your very best. Understood?
Marty, I'm talking about the million dollar payoff!
I'm talking about your job, Frank.
- Hey, Spenser. - Hey, Frank.
Just the guy I wanna see. Can I talk to you a minute?
Yeah, we can talk. But if we're gonna talk
we're gonna talk right here.
Because I've just donated an hour of valuable time
in paying my debt towards City Hall.
- Hey, did you sign the check? - Yeah, it's signed.
Hey-hey. Hey, Duffy. Duffy, look.
Uh, take care of this guy's ticket for me, will you?
Friends in high places.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Paid in full. I helped Duffy re-panel his basement.
- He owed me one. Come on. - Great. Thanks.
Uh, what do you wanna talk about?
Ahem, it's my wallet.
I lost it. I gotta get it back.
Frank, you can't be serious.
Find a lost wallet in the city of Boston?
Do you know what's inside the wallet?
Change for the Mass Pike.
Uh, two singles and a cheese sandwich.
A base city lottery ticket.
It's a winner. All I gotta do is show up. I'm in a big spin.
I don't do lottery tickets.
Nobody does lottery tickets. Forget it.
Forget.. Forget it? For-forget about our million bucks?
Frank, you know what the odds are at winning the lottery?
Yeah, yeah, I know what the odds are.
I told you, I've already been through the preliminaries.
I qualified for the big spin.
You know what the odds are on that?
Uh, the booby prize is ten grand.
- I know. - I'm talking mega bucks here.
I could win a million, maybe two.
Frank, listen to me. You're not gonna win--
Spenser, you listen to me.
I don't like asking for favors.
I-it's just that Marty won't give me ten minutes off
to go to the can on account of the Bodman case.
- You know, Frank-- - L-look, Spence.
I-I wrote down everywhere I went yesterday.
The-the names, the addresses, everything.
You know I get a day, plus expenses.
Hey, Spenser, I'm not talking pro bono here.
I'll give you...ten percent of whatever I come up with.
It could be ten percent of a million bucks.
You figure it out.
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When did you first know that your wallet was missing?
(Spenser) I have regretted accepting a case
which held so little promise.
But Frank had struck a sympathetic chord in me.
To the tune of ten percent.
Ten percent of what remained to be seen.
But ten percent of anything was a percent more
than I had in my checking account
and Frank was a friend.
In the end, I guess that's always what matters most.
Hey, Rita.
Hey.
Spenser!
Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't get my message?
What message?
I have to cancel our appointment.
Appointment? You mean our lunch?
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Oh, to what may I attribute this privation?
- "To whom." - To whom?
An old friend of mine who's in from D.C. on business.
Business?
I don't know how long he'll be in town.
And his schedule's really tight.
So, we'll just make it another time.
- Sure. Yeah. - Okay?
Thank, Spenser.
[car engine revving]
"Make it another time."
The key to lost and found is to reconstruct and retrace.
Reconstruct a day and retrace the steps.
It tells you a lot about a person.
After giving a brief deposition at the superior courthouse
Frank Belson made a bee line for Cosmos hotdog stand
where he ordered two Yankee-doodle dogs.
Boston baked beans on a white bun
topped with onions.
A giant pretzel and a root beer.
Frank Belson clearly understood
the importance of a good breakfast.
But there was no trace of the missing wallet.
[instrumental music]
It was encouraging to know that between snacks
Frank had found time for some real police work.
He'd actually spent two hours here
taking statements from Phillip Bodman's widow
and daughter.
Come in, please. Mrs. Bodman's expecting you.
No, no, she's not.
Can I just ask you a question? No, don't bother.
He's here, Mrs. Bodman.
(Cynthia) 'Thank goodness.'
You're late. The service is tomorrow
and we still need wreaths at the end of every pew
and the floral arrangement, by the alter, as we discussed.
Mrs. Bodman, I'm not--
(Lisa) 'Do we have to go through with this?'
Half the people coming didn't even know dad.
Lisa, it is expected of us, the public sharing of sorrow.
Your father was a very important man.
- What about a private sharing? - Lisa.
Two hundred people and a bunch of flowers?
That's enough, Lisa. That's enough.
Doesn't this mean more to you than just a party?
[sighs] I'm sorry, she's just..
...very upset.
Well, um, why don't we--
Mrs. Bodman, I think there's been a terrible mistake.
I'm very sorry. I just wanted to ask your maid a question--
- You're not from Gorman's? - Uh, no.
My name is Spenser. I'm a private investigator.
[sighs] Look, I have told the police everything that I know
about my husband's death.
Can't you people just leave it alone?
This is very embarrassing, I'm really not here
to investigate your husband's death.
What are you here to investigate?
I'm here looking for a wallet.
Excuse me?
Uh, Sergeant Belson, who took your statement yesterday
lost his wallet. He thought he might have left it here.
I wanted to ask your maid if she might have found it.
Don't you think that I would have telephoned
and reported it if he had?
Yes, ma'am.
Is that all?
Well, if it does turn up
maybe you could just give a call.
Sorry for the intrusion.
[mellow music]
[sighs]
(Spenser) Like Hansel, Belson had left a trail of crumbs
leading to the unexpected
In this case, a household at w*r
where anger and grief struggled for supremacy.
There was only one more stop.
After that, Frank's ticket to the easy line
was out of my hands.
So was the promised ten percent
that would sweeten my seriously depleted bank account.
I resolved to be philosophical.
It had been a long sh*t.
And it only cost me a few hour's work.
Phillip Bodman's office was a police quarantined area.
But there was no need for lock picks
or small expl*sive charge.
Belson had given me the key.
[dramatic music]
The mystery, the intrigue, looking for a lost wallet.
[elevator bell chimes]
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[grunting]
[glass shatters]
[intense music]
Do it and I'll add as*ault on a federal agent to your charges.
Got some ID? Huh?
[groans]
"Department of Justice?"
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Five days and five nights of surveillance work
sh*t to hell because of your friend here.
Maybe if you'd been following the right guy.
Spenser.
I came up here to take a simple deposition from Bodman.
He was found wrapped around a guardrail
the day we were set to meet. Now, this happens.
'I don't know what kind of circus'
'you're running here, lieutenant.'
but I don't want this hotdog anywhere near my investigation.
If you cross the federal boys, I can't bail you out.
- 'I mean that.' - Don't worry.
I've already had my daily allotment of trouble.
Who is that guy anyway?
Name's Todd Wallace.
Justice department agent working in conjunction
with the securities in exchange commission.
He's got a glass jaw.
He was investigating Bodman
for insider trading on the stock market.
Y-yeah, you see, Bodman was about to cough up
the name of his partner when--
Put a zipper on it, Frank.
'You and I are gonna talk later'
about getting Spenser involved in this.
Nope, nope, I'm already un-involved.
Oh, hey, wait, Spenser. You can't just quit.
Oh, Frank, I'm sorry, I looked for your wallet.
I did my best. It's lost, alright?
- Forget it. - Yeah, but, Spenser, you..
Wha..
Let's have that talk, now, Frank!
[sighs]
(Spenser) The Bible promises everybody
one day of rest a week.
I had more than my share of it for the past two months.
Then again, rest means different things
for different people.
For me, it meant doubling my usual five-mile morning run
then winding down with some stretching exercises.
[bell rings]
[grunts] Saved by the bell.
Yeah, too old for this.
[groans]
Good morning, good morning, good morning.
Good morning!
- Hi. - Hi.
I saw your card.
I wanted..
Come on in.
Yep, that's my card, alright.
Was about to go for a run.
You want some juice or something?
Thanks.
Isn't this morning, the, uh
memorial service for your father?
Yeah.
I couldn't bring myself to go.
Bunch of people who didn't even know him
pretending they're sorry.
What about your mom?
It's a show for her.
How she's supposed to act.
You know, sometimes..
...these rituals help us come to terms with our feelings.
Mom and dad didn't have feelings for each other.
They just made each other miserable.
Look, I'm here because my father's death was no accident.
- Why do you think that? - I knew him.
Something was scaring him.
Did you know he was under investigation
for illegal trading in the stock market?
Mm. He told me.
He also said that, uh, he was gonna turn himself in
and testify before the grand jury.
That was two days before he d*ed.
What do you want me to do?
Find out who k*lled him.
Does your mother know you're here?
No. Why should she?
I just wondered what her opinion was on all this.
I didn't ask her.
Look, do you want the job or not?
Okay. But I'm gonna need your help.
What do you need?
Your father's phone records for the last six months.
Desk calendar, appointment book.
A list of any clubs he might have belonged to.
What do you need with all that stuff?
That's the fastest way to narrow the field.
I don't suppose you know who he was working with on this scam?
No. But what difference does that make?
Well, that person would stand to lose the most
by your father's testimony.
- 'Any ideas?' - No.
But if you're looking for a person with a motive..
My father used to have a law partner. Bruce Huber.
There was bad blood between them.
Why?
When they split up, my father became very successful.
Mr. Huber didn't.
(Spenser) I started out looking for a lost wallet
and suddenly found myself searching for a m*rder suspect
in the world of high finance.
A world that was Greek to me.
I had an easier time translating The Elliott
than I did trying to decipher the stock pages of The Globe.
And if I was ever to understand why Phillip Bodman was m*rder*d
I needed an education from someone who knew him.
[indistinct chatter]
Damn!
What's $,, right?
Right. Compact car, a trip to Europe.
One of Picasso's minor works.
My mood just took a dive with the dollar, babe.
So, if you don't have anything real profitable to talk about
then, uh, this shop's closed for business.
Now, what do you know about Phillip Bodman?
Nothing you can't read about in last week's obituary.
He was a corporate raider, acquisition specialist.
Pretty boy of high finance. What else do you wanna know?
He was being investigated by the SCC for insider trading
and he wasn't working alone.
The day he d*ed, he was gonna turn the states evidence.
'Names, numbers, the works.'
Well, maybe the man was too busy to keep his eyes on the road.
His daughter doesn't think so.
Maybe she's not the most objective person to be asking.
Hm. There are two other votes.
One comes from Quirk. Another from a federal investigator.
So, you wanna find this invisible partner.
Could be difficult.
Them kinda folks have a knack for hiding under paper.
I figure somebody pulling down a prowess like that
would be known on the street.
'Well, it depends on how you parley your best.'
G here, there.
It all adds up, and you can be real anonymous.
You wanna start looking?
- 'Depends.' - On?
Where the supply curve meets the demand curve.
Oh, I know your prices.
'You knew my prices.'
You have to consider the market fluctuation
and of course, there's a prime rate
and then there are the new tax laws.
Not to mention the ten grand you just dropped.
I'm deductible.
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(Spenser) I had minutes to k*ll before an appointment
with Phillip Bodman's ex-partner
and decided that since I now had a bona fied client
I might as well k*ll it in comfort over a cold draft.
What could be better?
Unless it's a cold draft with a warm friend.
Hey, lady. This seat taken?
Spenser, what are you doing here?
Well, that didn't exactly sound like a happy surprise.
Uh, I'm sorry, I-I just didn't expect to..
Oh, never mind.
- Buy you a drink? - No.
Well, that's direct.
I meant, no, thank you.
A draft, please.
Sorry, I'm late.
If you have a couple of days, I'll tell you about it.
Todd, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.
Spenser.
This is your friend from Washington?
What, you two know each other?
Was that the best Quirk could manage?
A slap on a wrist for interfering
in a federal investigation?
Oh, he lost the key to the stockade, okay?
Wait, a minute.
One of you mind telling me what's going on here?
- Nothing's going on. - Nothing.
Spenser and I met under unfortunate circumstances.
More unfortunate for some than others. Ahem.
(Todd) 'Let's just say there's no reason'
'why the two of us should meet again.'
Is there?
Maybe one.
Come on, let's get a table.
(Spenser) I liked Rita for a lot of reasons.
I didn't like Todd Wallace.
And I didn't like seeing them together.
But I tabled the emotions
and continued the Bodman investigation.
What better person to question as a potential m*rder*r
than a jolted business partner.
Phillip and I started in this business together.
He brought in the clients with his good looks
'and I won the cases with my brains.'
What happened?
'The corporate world made him an offer that he couldn't refuse.'
A million-dollar-a-year vice presidency.
'How about that?'
'They gave him a million dollars a year'
'for the reputation that I built for him.'
I thought he gonna fall flat on his face
but...instead, I took the fall. What does that make me?
Perfect candidate for a m*rder.
Well, I'm the type, right?
'There are no types, Mr. Huber.'
Only means, opportunity, and motive.
Okay, I had a motive.
A damn good one, but I didn't do it.
You wanna know if I'm sorry that he's dead?
The answer is no.
Very cold.
Oh, you want cold?
Try meeting his wife. Cynthia.
[laughs] Try her for a motive.
'Yeah, she had a long-time affair'
'going with some investment banker'
and, uh, Phillip wouldn't agree to a divorce.
He knew about it, but wouldn't give her a divorce?
Why?
'Bad for his image, his ego.'
[scoffs] I don't know.
Two years of adultery.
No, none for me.
I'm waiting, Todd.
For what?
For the private talk, remember?
The mysterious come-on you used to get me into your room.
[laughs] No come-on.
Mm-hmm.
Alright, here it is.
Ahem.
I had lunch with Dean Williams before I came up here.
Fact is, he mentioned your name
for a position with the justice department.
Well, that's quite a compliment.
- But I already have a job. - This would be top level.
The organized crime task force.
It's a high priority position.
You'll probably make twice as much
as you're making here.
And I took that condo on the Potomac.
Todd..
I want you to come back to Washington with me, Rita.
I want you in my life again.
Do you know how long I've dreamed about you saying that?
And now, I don't know what to say.
Simple. Say yes.
Oh, just like that?
Yeah.
Aren't we ignoring one very important subject?
[groans]
Deb and I were never right for each other.
You were married.
It was a relationship neither of us knew how to get out of.
Besides, it's finished.
You filed for divorce?
I am divorced. Finalized two months ago.
So now, can you think about us?
I can think about it.
I made the biggest mistake of my life letting you go.
I love you, Rita.
Look, I don't think I can just jump right back into this.
I mean, we need...time.
Something just doesn't feel right.
We should talk..
(Spenser) There are a lot of motives for m*rder.
Pride, envy, greed.
Even a distorted sense of love.
Phillip Bodman's death seemed a confusion of all of them.
Instead of narrowing, my list of suspects grew
with every question asked
and every unexpected answer
Bruce Huber had added adultery to the equation.
And that called for more questions.
Not the kind that's easy to ask.
(Cynthia) 'She doesn't know the first thing about it.'
'We were very discreet.'
- 'Two years?' - 'Yes.'
(Spenser) 'Mrs. Bodman, Lisa loved her father very much.'
She hired me to investigate his death.
And now I found something out
that she didn't anticipate I'd find.
But why? Why do you have to tell her?
I don't have to tell her.
Not unless it becomes material.
But she's going to find out.
I think she ought to hear it from you.
I can't do that.
[sighs] Don't you realize?
My affair had nothing to do with Phillip's death.
'I know that.'
(Spenser) 'Then tell me who the man is.'
No. I won't. No.
Mrs. Bodman, I'll find out who he is.
[mellow music]
[door closes]
[sobs]
[gasps]
[shudders]
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
(Spenser) In "Rear Window," Jimmy Stuart says
"We are becoming a nation of peeping Toms."
The truth was, I didn't like looking.
And liked even less what I saw.
[rain pattering]
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) Sherlock Holmes' advise for investigating a m*rder
is to eliminate the impossible
until you're left with the improbable.
I had a number of improbables
and two of them looked pretty good.
Either Phillip Bodman's secret stock market partner..
...or his wife's lover.
Mr. Andrew Lawford?
- You Spenser? - That's right.
Cynthia told me I might be running into you.
What business have you got harassing her?
For God's sake, her husband just d*ed.
She seems to be more upset about something else.
For instance?
I thought you might be able to tell me.
[scoffs] What I will tell you
is that you're way off base if you think Cynthia and I
had anything to do with Phillip's death.
Well, you had a motive.
What motive?
Cynthia never wanted a divorce.
Phillip offered, but she wouldn't take it.
Why not?
Because she wanted to keep the family together.
That kinda thing is important to her.
Besides, we weren't exactly carrying on
behind Phillip's back.
Doesn't change the fact that he's dead now
and you're free to marry her.
You still don't understand.
Their marriage had nothing to do with our relationship.
I never had any intention of marrying Cynthia.
I still don't.
[sighs] You must try to eat something, Lisa.
I'm not hungry.
Maybe it's the company.
Well, it's still important for you to try to hurt me, isn't it?
Don't you have that backwards?
How do I hurt you?
By hiring some stranger to pry into your life
by violating your trust?
- Trust? - "Heartless Cynthia Bodman.
Her husband dies, and she can't even shed a tear."
Is that what you want?
I want you to care about dad.
I do, dammit.
How? By sleeping with another man?
Your father knew all about it.
Lisa. Lisa!
Can't you understand?
[sighs]
What do you mean he knew?
He knew all about it.
I wasn't trying to hurt him.
We both had enough of that.
Then why?
Oh, I wish I could tell you.
He just gave up...trying.
Too many...mistakes.
If you both hated each other so much
why didn't you get a divorce?
We didn't hate each other.
We loved you.
We stayed together for you.
That's great.
Lisa, I'm sorry. I really am.
Forget it. It doesn't matter.
It does matter to me.
Look at me Lisa.
I'm trying. I'm trying.
[dramatic music]
[car engine revving]
[tires screeching]
[tires screeching]
Feeling the heat. Feeling the heat.
A German proverb.
"He who holds the ladder is as bad as the thief."
The law calls a conspiracy.
Hawk had uncovered a network
linking Bodman to several brokerage firms.
But he hadn't found Bodman's partner.
What he had found was someone
all the brokerages had in common
a bicycle messenger who had a thing for the Red Sox.
Uh-huh. Little Red Riding Hood, huh?
[car engine cranks]
[engine revving]
[instrumental music]
- He made us. - 'I'm on him.'
[engine revving]
[intense music]
[tires screeching]
[tires screech]
[horn blaring]
[music continues]
[horn blaring]
[tires screech]
[tires screech]
[Spenser sighing]
How many gears you got on that thing?
Eighteen.
Eighteen to your one.
Ha-ha.
[Hawk chuckles]
I swear..
I never seen the guy, I don't even know his name.
- He calls me. - Check it out.
What am I lookin' at?
Buy orders for a single stock
eight different brokers, same buyer.
Who's the buyer?
No name, just a numbered account.
What do you know about this, Danny?
[chuckles] Are you kiddin'? I don't know anything.
All I know is that junk got me $ a week for two hours work.
Cash, money.
So long as I didn't ask no questions.
Fine, 'cause all we want is answers.
[Danny clicking fingers]
You two footin' the tab, eh? Right?
Uh, refills all around, sunshine.
And I'll get a piece of that lemon meringue pie you got
with a la mode.
- Who're you working for? - Why should I tell you guys?
You ain't the cops, you ain't the mob.
Give me one good reason?
I could find one..
Maybe two.
Anyone ever tell you look like Marvin Hagler?
Look, it's been fun, fellows. You split the pie. I..
It's a private PO Box, okay?
Where?
Corner of Boston and Grand, .
We'll be in touch.
What about my bike?
(Spenser) It cost me what remained of my current membership
to the Harvard Film Society
before the man behind the counter
told me who rented Box .
A company called L.L. International.
That was all.
No forwarding address or number.
But as part of the public record
that information could be found easily enough.
Gee, Frank, you don't look too good.
Well, I-I kinda haven't been sleeping so good lately.
Big Spin's in a couple of days, you know.
Gee, I'm sorry, Frank. I know how you feel.
Well, I don't think you do, Spenser.
I don't think anybody does.
I promised to buy new uniforms for the Police Athletic League.
And my mother thinks she's finally
movin' to Fort Lauderdale.
She's got her bags packed and everything.
I'm sorry, Frank.
Look, I'll keep my eye open, huh?
Thanks.
[keys clacking]
Finally. Alright, look at this.
"L.L. International..
Traceable assets of twelve million dollars."
Hm.
Also a non disclosed account number in the Bank of..
(both) Cayman Islands.
"Corporate officers Phillip Bodman
and a Mr. Franklin Davis."
- You recognize that name? - No.
I'm going to become acquainted, real quick.
Thank you, Ms. Fiore. Good job.
Yep.
Hey, you alright?
Oh, I'm-I'm fabulous.
Yeah, I can tell.
Do you want to know about Todd?
- Not really. - I want to tell you.
He's a man that I was involved with
while I was clerking in D.C. and..
Okay.
Well, now that he's back here and..
Oh, I'm all confused again.
He wants me to move to Washington with him.
'He's even got a job lined up.'
I see.
It would be so easy.
I mean, he's terrific.
He's good looking, intelligent..
He's a sweet man.
'We were always so comfortable together.'
Spenser, I almost went to bed with him last night.
But you didn't.
I don't know if I still love him.
I did once.
But I just don't know now.
How do you feel?
- I just told you how I feel. - 'No, you didn't.'
You told me what you thought..
Intellectualizing.
'I want to know how you feel.'
'Not after a candle-lit dinner and music, and the perfect wine'
I mean, after a full day, hours
do you want to go on and on, or do you want to just go home
and close the door, turn out the light..
Be alone?
That's a good question.
[chuckles] Yeah, that's me.
The guy with all the right questions.
I better go check on this Davis guy.
Listen, for what it's worth..
If you did go away..
...I would miss you.
[instrumental music]
[car door closes]
[car door closes]
(Hawk) This man's worth over ten million.
You think he could lay out a little
for some suburban renewal?
(Spenser) Maybe, he's the understated type.
(Hawk) His house ain't understated, Spenser.
- It's underprivileged. - Yeah.
[door clanks]
It's open.
That was a little slipshod too.
- You expecting trouble? - Always.
[door creaks]
[door clanks]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[chair creaking]
Mr. Davis?
What do you want?
We're trying to locate Franklin Davis.
The Franklin Davis?
Majority stockholder of L.L. International?
[chuckles softly] I don't know about that.
Mr. Davis hasn't been out of this house in years.
Who pays for all this?
- Mr. Davis has family. - 'And who employs you?'
His trustee.
And who's that?
[chuckles softly] Why, Mr. Lawford.
- Andrew Lawford? - 'Yes!'
Mr. Lawford is his nephew.
[dramatic music]
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) Once I'd found the point of origin
the line was simple enough to follow.
It went from Phillip Bodman's corporate boardroom
through a series of blinds including a bicycle messenger
and an invalid who couldn't sign his own name
straight to Andrew Lawford.
I could bust Lawford now for insider trading.
But I wanted to nail him on the bigger charge..
The m*rder of Phillip Bodman.
Danny had agreed to help.
Mr. Lawford.
Special delivery.
Hey!
You're passing up the biggest insider tip of your life.
Oh, give it up. I won't be entrapped, Spenser.
L.L. International.
High level management shake up.
Franklin Davis stepping down citing health reasons.
- Guess who's the new CEO? - You're crazy.
Things move fast in the world of high finance.
You're bluffing. You haven't got anything on me.
'There are no secrets, Mr. Lawford.'
Even in this super-secret and illegal world of inside trading.
Documentation or every investment L.L. International's
'made in the last two years, including income, dates'
and the amount transferred to your personal account
in the Cayman Islands.
What do you want?
Let's just say I'm tired of getting by on what you blow
on your weekly expense account.
Equal partnership, effectively immediately.
You can't be serious. Equal partnership?
Plus two million dollars good faith money.
Otherwise..
...this goes to the police.
'And I want you to keep your road warrior and the two truck'
'off the streets.'
I know he k*lled Bodman for you.
The police will know about that too.
Now you can think about it till tomorrow.
I'm in the book, the name is Spenser with an S
like the poet.
I had all the information a prosecutor would need
to nail Lawford on his investment scam.
But Lisa Bodman had hired me to find her father's m*rder*r.
Lawford was a shrewd man.
Shrewd enough not to have done the k*lling himself.
For that he had help
so I brought along a little of my own.
We followed, and he led us
as I hoped he would to the road warrior
his accomplice.
[gate squeaking]
- Thanks for meeting me here. - Yeah, sure.
So what's the emergency?
I'm afraid you are, Luke.
[g*nsh*t]
[tires screech]
[g*nshots]
[dramatic music]
[groans]
I got your back!
[glass shatters]
[music continues]
Lawford..
This is su1c1de!
How about the deal?
I'll give you anything you want, double it.
- That's not why I'm here. - Then for what? Cynthia?
Don't be stupid. She means nothing to me.
'She was just a way to get to her husband.'
'So you used her.'
'Like you used Bodman.'
I'm not goin' to prison.
'Might as well take the deal.'
There's no way out.
Give it up.
[dramatic music]
Okay.
I'll do it.
[glass shatters]
[glass shatters]
You didn't have to come with me.
You didn't have to come either.
I'm glad you did.
Your mother's gonna need your support.
My support?
She slept with him, Spenser.
She slept with a man who k*lled my father!
She didn't love my daddy.
And she doesn't give a damn about me either.
You're wrong, Lisa.
She cares about you very much.
She's alone, so are you.
You both need someone right now.
Isn't that why you're here?
Mr. Spenser, I don't know which do first.
Thank you or apologize.
- Ah, neither is necessary. - Oh, yes, it is.
You have done more for me, than you'll ever know.
[sighs]
Given me back my dignity and God willing..
...my daughter.
Thank you.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
Want to talk?
Not especially.
Want to be alone?
Uh-uh.
It's hard to put some things behind you.
- But I'm still here. - Yeah, I noticed.
Is that what you want?
Good.
Very good.
Hey, what do you say we have that lunch
we keep tryin' to have, huh?
I don't know about you, but I'm starving.
- Okay, but it's my treat. - Nope, nope.
And I'm gonna buy for you what is undoubtedly
the finest hotdog in Boston.
Hey, Cosmo.
How about a couple of your Yankee Doodle dogs?
Baked beans, a little chopped onion.
- You're gonna love this. - 'Oh, Spenser.'
Before I forget. Found it this morning
while I was cleaning out the mustard.
Belson's wallet!
Alright! Eh! There it is.
He's gonna be a happy man.
One million dollars!
Oh..
[all cheering]
(male TV presenter) 'Congratulations! Ladies and gentlemen..'
Robin 'O Hara! Watch your step. Watch your step.
Robin 'O Hara! Let's meet our next lucky winner.
Ladies and gentlemen, Frank Belson. Now come on..
[all cheer]
- Frank! Frank! Frank! - Come on, Frankie.
Frank, you got to turn around and face the camera.
How are you? Don't be nervous. Look at the camera.
and Tell us a little about yourself, would you please?
- 'Come on, tell us, Frank.' - Well, I'm a cop.
(male TV presenter) 'A cop, ladies and gentlemen. One..'
The guy should've been an actor, right?
[chuckles] Yeah!
You know something, if consider this now
here is a public servant.
Now who more is deserving to be a millionaire?
I'd be ten percent of a millionaire.
Come on, Frank!
Frank, what're you gonna do with all that money?
Spend it.
[chuckles] Spend it!
[indistinct]
(male TV presenter) Get around that wheel. Go on. You're ready for the big spin?
- I'm ready. - Okay.
Grab a hold and give it a big spin.
- 'Come on, Frank. Let's go.' - 'Come on. Good luck, Frank.'
- 'Get that big one.' - 'Go for the million.'
- 'Alright.' - Come on.
- 'Come on.' - Come on!
- Wheel's never gonna stop. - Come on, a million!
- Come on. - 'Alright.'
- 'Oh, roulette.' - 'Come on. Come on.'
- 'Here we go.' - 'Oh!'
- Oh! - It's fixed!
- 'Oh.' - 'It's fixed!'
Frank. $,.
[indistinct chatter]
- Ten thousand.. - 'Boo!'
- Boo! - 'Ten thousand.'
Fixed! Fixed!
[theme music]
[music continues]