[music continues]
[music continues]
(Spenser) When I was a kid I remember wishing
that summer would never end.
I just wanted more of those long lazy days
where nothing was more important that sleeping..
...unless it was playing.
Like most kids I loved to play
baseball, football, any sport any time.
I always thought playing was good for the soul.
- 'Will you hurry up?' - I almost got it.
Here, let me help.
Keep it, don't drop it.
My dad will k*ll me if he thinks I've been messing with it.
- What about b*ll*ts? - All you need.
Come on, we haven't got much time.
Look, Jimmy..
Maybe we shouldn't..
We're in this together!
Will you stop worrying?
It will be fun.
Just like it was before.
[intense music]
(Spenser) Those summers were over now and while I still like to play
I like to watch others play even more.
like the Patriots.
I had two on the forty?
and a great looking fan to go with.
Sorry, I'm late. I got a last minute call.
- You look nice. - Too nice?
I'll try not to slobber my bear.
I never know what to wear to a football game.
[chuckles] Think I should have worn something to repel
hot dog mustard and pickled radish?
[instrumental music]
[intense music]
[g*nshots]
- Wow. - Good sh*t.
Here, it's my turn. It's my turn.
Alright, but you'll only get two sh*ts, okay?
We can't afford to waste any more b*ll*ts.
- Watch where you pointing it! - Oh, come on.
I know what I'm doing.
Just watch me.
[g*nsh*t]
Some cowboy.
[laughs]
- So who called? - Tipster friend.
Uh, it will just take a second.
He said somebody dropped a message for me.
Spenser a coffee.. Oh, okay, never mind I'll get it myself.
- Hey, Eddie. - Hey.
You're still driving that old clunker, Spenser?
Clunker? That ol' clunker will still be running
long after your pistons quit, buddy.
Oh, no way, you're gonna need a valve job soon
the next thing that goes is the carburetor.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. So how's the missus?
[chuckles] Yeah, you don't believe me.
I believe you, it just makes me depressed knowing
you usually write about these things.
Planning a trip to Miami this winter.
- Oh, good. - Here.
This guy gave me a . Told me to make sure you get it.
'Said he's a good friend of yours.'
- Big tipper, bad speller. - Huh?
He spelt it with a C instead of an S.
So what my friend look like?
Uh, he's about ' .
Uh, out of town, New Jersey maybe.
Cheap cologne. Dead roses.
- Found what I'm looking for. - Get in the car right away.
But I haven't paid him yet.
- Ah! - 'What's going on?'
[g*nsh*t]
- Ah! - Hey, hey, look out!
Get down! Get down!
Call an ambulance. He's still alive.
What the hell's wrong..
[indistinct chatter]
(female # ) 'Call the police!'
[people screaming]
[dramatic music]
Oh, God, he sh*t him.
He didn't sh**t anybody. That was..
Just please call for some help. Call somebody.
[indistinct chatter]
[music continues]
[intense music]
[g*nsh*t]
[groaning]
- Please.. - Help somebody!
In here!
You'll be okay.
- Help me. - It's okay.
You'll be okay.
[mellow music]
[indistinct chatter]
Look I know a g*n jock when I see one like him.
You'd think there was a w*r zone over here.
What are you saying? He's to blame?
All I know is he was doing all the sh**ting!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Like it was a Chinese New Year or something.
Oh, God!
I'm all shook up.
People like him should not be allowed to carry a g*n!
People like him?
He may have a license to carry
but that does not give him a license to k*ll, man.
Yeah, look, thanks very much for your statement
and if we need anymore we'll give you a call, alright?
Oh, I'll take care of this.
Were you able to talk to Eddie's wife?
Frank and I told her that we'd talk to her downtown
I couldn't tell her how it happened.
Because you don't know.
I know he wasn't the target and I was.
And I couldn't tell her that.
You sure you'll be alright?
I'll be fine.
I'll give you a call.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, so am I.
[indistinct chatter]
- How was she? - She's tough enough.
- Nice. - What about the kid's g*n?
- There wasn't any. - Oh, I saw it.
No, Spenser we had a whole team going over that junk pile
for over an hour, they didn't find anything--
Frank, I know what I saw!
So did that cabbie.
He saw you sh**ting anything that moves.
- Well, he was wrong! - And you're right?
So where's the g*n?
I'll find it.
Do that, but first I'll ask you for yours.
- What? - Ballistics report.
We got a crime here.
Lieutenant, I would not sh**t an unarmed kid!
I'm talking about Eddie's death!
Now, look, Spenser..
I'm in command of robbery.
I hate homicide.
For the next two weeks I'm in charge
so don't give me a hard time.
I don't much like PI's anyway.
Lieutenant...I would swear on my mother's grave
Spenser is not a reckless sh**t.
This may surprise you, sergeant, I don't think he was.
From what I hear, Spenser's okay.
Oh, we all are allowed to make mistakes, um, under stress.
Oh, I understand that, sir, but Spenser is not the kind of guy--
Frank, the kid went down.
For all we know, he was just the innocent victim
in a homicide.
If he lives, he'll live to sh**t somebody.
If he dies, and Spenser pulled the trigger, well..
Let's wait and see.
Uh, you take care of this.
By the book, sergeant, that's all we're gonna do.
Uh, lieutenant, lieutenant, look
maybe I'm not the guy for the job.
Me and Spenser, we go a long way back.
So, he's lucky you're in charge.
Everybody gets a fair hearing.
But if Spenser is guilty of the crime
I want you to nail it.
[intense music]
(Spenser) I had known Eddie for over a dozen years.
And it hurt like hell to tell his widow
that somehow I was responsible
but I was.
Like I was responsible for sh**ting Harry Fontana.
I still had to face his family and say I did it.
Now it would hurt even more.
Excuse me, can you tell me the condition of the Fontana boy?
He was brought in a couple of hours ago with a g*nsh*t wound.
Still critical. Are you a friend of the family?
Uh, no, not exactly. Are they here?
The mother is I think waiting upstairs.
Mrs. Fontana?
I, uh, want you to know how...sorry I am about your son.
Oh, thank you.
Um, this is my neighbor, Mr. Reed.
- Mr. Reed. - Are you with the school?
No, no, I'm not.
My name is Spenser. I was--
- Did you say Spenser? - What's wrong, Bill?
- Yes. - Oh!
Mrs. Fontana, this is not..
...not easy. I..
I am the man who sh*t your son.
He's a private detective, there was a v*olence in streets
he was sh**ting and he gave chase--
- I wasn't just sh**ting-- - I read the police report.
A friend of mine was k*lled by sh*ts that were fired at me.
I wanted you to know how I felt about what happened.
What did happen?
Why would you sh**t Harry?
Boy had a g*n..
I don't know why but he aimed it at me.
- Harry! - There was never any g*n found.
Please, you were not at the scene, alright.
You weren't there.
I wanted to talk to you about it.
No, I don't think so. There is no reason to..
Please, about the g*n..
Mr. Spenser, my son has never owned a g*n!
He's only .
[instrumental music]
[suspenseful music]
[instrumental music]
The blind man had no chance, he's dead before you got there.
What?
Drum say there was a contract on him and you.
'Thought you might wanna know. Might assuage your guilt.'
- Who? - I have no idea.
But I will ask discreetly.
Thanks.
[instrumental music]
No good you thinking about that boy.
What if he didn't have a g*n?
What if the world was flat?
Maybe it is.
Maybe I sh*t an innocent kid.
[intense music]
(Spenser) If Hawk was right and the world was flat
I was in a whole lot of trouble.
Our doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths
and when the sun rose I doubted no more
or I tried not to.
'To tell the truth I know I saw the g*n.'
And even though I doubted it for a minute
it didn't just walk away, somebody took it.
I remember hearing footsteps.
Well, maybe the sh**t took it.
Anyway why does it matter?
What do you mean, "Why does it matter?"
- To find the g*n-- - Spenser, I know how you feel.
How? How do I feel?
Maybe we just shouldn't talk about this.
No, come on. I wanna hear it.
'I wanna know what's on your mind.'
Well..
I know you.
And, uh, you sh*t a kid
and it's tearing you apart.
Look, I don't mean to be cruel but I just don't see
how you can rationalize what happened last night.
Even if the boy was carrying a g*n..
...it doesn't change the fact that he is a child.
Yeah, go on.
I've already said too much.
Let's just say we agree to disagree.
No, come on, I wanna hear it. The whole anti-g*n campaign.
Damn it, Spenser, I believe in it!
So do I! Part of it anyway.
The part that says that kid shouldn't have g*ns.
But the part that says that a man can't defend himself
I don't buy it.
Alright, let's not quarrel, okay?
Oh, is that what we're doing? Quarreling?
I thought we are having a nice, quiet conversation
about an incisive guy who thinks
he has to have a g*n to stay alive!
I didn't say that!
I just can't help wondering
what would have happened yesterday..
...if you hadn't been carrying a g*n.
[telephone ringing]
I have to go to work.
- Spenser! - 'Oh!'
You're in a great mood, huh?
Hey.. Hey! Come on.
Don't jump all over the messenger.
Lieutenant just wanted me to call you
and tell you he wants to see you down at the courthouse.
You..
Sheesh!
I thought you should know the DA is thinking about
filing charges.
Could be manslaughter if the boy dies.
Who's putting on the pressure?
Who knows?
There's also going to be a police commission hearing
to pull your g*n permit.
I'd strongly advise you to get yourself an attorney.
I'll have to hold on to your g*n
until all investigation's over.
- Sorry. - Sorry?
I thought you disliked PI's.
You're not the best I've seen, you're not the worst.
But someone took a sh*t at you
and you did what you thought was best.
Maybe it wasn't..
...but it can't fault you.
I keep asking though...what was that kid doing there anyway.
[sighs]
I thought you were gonna blow it, Spenser.
Oh, he likes me.
Yeah, he likes you like a sour tooth
you give enough pain he's gonna yank you.
Frank, it's almost poetic.
- Do me a favor. - I knew it.
Now Hawk said there was a contract out
on Eddie and me both.
Eddie's been giving me information
since I was on the force.
Can you look into the old files?
Alright, I'll look into it. How's the kid?
I'm gonna go there now, find out.
Yeah, well, look. Watch you back.
The ballistics report came back
and a . magnum shell they dug out of Eddie
came from the same g*n used in two other killings.
One in Miami, one in New York.
This guy's a real pro.
[sighs] Thanks.
- Hi. - The Fontana kid, right?
- Good memory. How is he? - Yeah.
You never did say whether you were a relative or not.
You're right, I didn't.
He's still in intensive.
But like I told that other kid, no visitors yet.
What other kid?
He went upstairs just a minute ago.
He'll walk again. Really, he'll be okay.
Hi.
You, uh, were asking about Harry Fontana?
Are you a friend of his?
Oh, yes, sir. Sort of.
- Do you know Mrs. Fontana? - Well, yeah, sort of.
- The name is Spenser. - Uh, nice to meet you.
- What's yours? - Jimmy.
- Jimmy. - Jimmy Reed.
Uh, me and Harry go to school together.
Uh, yeah, Bill Reed's son.
- Uh-huh. - Harry's neighbor.
- 'Yeah.' - You guys best friends?
Not exactly. There's a bunch of us that hang around together.
Yeah. But you play together, right?
- Yeah. - 'Like yesterday?'
Sir?
Jimmy, do you know what Harry was doing
in the warehouse?
No, sir.
'Would you tell me if you did know?'
Oh, sure. I..
- What do you mean? - Were you with him, Jimmy?
No, sir, I wasn't. I have to go.
I mean it's okay if you were, you know, just playing around.
Look, I wasn't there. I went to a movie.
Jimmy, did you take the g*n?
Look, I don't have to answer your questions.
You're lying to the police, Jimmy.
Stay away from me.
You're the one that hurt Harry
and now you're trying to blame me!
Man's name is Albert, headed from New Jersey.
Thin as a ghost, needs glasses.
Right. Half blind hit man.
Don't be fooled by his looks. He's as good as he's bad.
Sounds like you know him quite well.
We met on the dance floor once.
- Know who hired him? - Negative.
Anything else?
Likes to sh**t people in the back and he won't quit.
Oh, I'm not gonna quit either.
Well, I'm glad to see you not showing any undue remorse
about that child.
Never happened to you?
Never stayed around to find out.
That's not what I asked you.
Hey, poor old Spenser, huh? Got to be perfect.
Can't say you screwed it up like other folks, huh?
But it can happen.
- What did you do about it? - Nothing.
Thinking too much maybe make you loose your edge
age, everything.
Yes, I would very much like to talk to her. Just tell..
[knocking on door]
Yes, it's personal
very personal.
- I know it's business hours.. - ...Jimmy's father!
Can you hang on one second, do not hang up.
- I wanna talk to you. - I'll be with you in a second.
Come on in.
Yes, just tell Ms. Silverman
that I would very much like to see her tonight.
Thank you, Ms. Teaching-assistant-person.
I wanna talk to her, you wanna talk to me.
I'm starting to wonder if anybody's
listening in this world.
Well, listen to this.
Stay away from my son!
Before we start trading punches
you wanna some juice, or some milk or something?
What is it with you, Mr. Spenser?
You get a kick out of hurting kids, huh?
Jimmy seems like a real nice boy.
You must be very proud of him.
Yes, I am.
Oh, but he doesn't always tell the truth...even to you.
Oh, that is sick. You are sick.
You're trying to shift this guilt trip that you're on
on to somebody else?
Yeah, I just asked him a few questions.
It was hardly the third degree.
You threatened to take him to the police station!
He came home scared to death.
Well, if I frightened him, I'm sorry.
Well, actually you frighten me.
I'm frightened to think
that a man like you
can go around intimidating people
never get punished for it
because you have some sort of special private cop privilege.
Well, I'm gonna stop you.
You got friends downtown with clout, do you?
No. No, I'm just a little guy
that thinks he has a right to complain.
I'm gonna take away your license
and then I'm gonna see you in jail.
'Mr. Reed. What do you do for a living?'
I am a tax accountant. Why?
You believe in the law of supply and demand
the open market place, the rules of free enterprise.
What's the point?
Well, the point is
there are rules in my business too.
They usually have to do with obeying the law
and I do because I believe in them.
Just for the record I don't believe
in hurting young children either.
But you've had v*olence around you all your life, haven't you?
Combat w*r duty, undercover police work
professional prize fighter and now this.
Tell you the truth I think you're a public menace.
Now maybe that's because I don't know people like you.
The people I know, you see, they don't carry g*ns.
And I hope to God that you won't be able to
for much longer either.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) It was a cool, muggy day
and I wanted to blame the weather
for my depression
but I couldn't.
Being a menace to public safety
was not making me happy.
I tried to think positively
look on the bright side.
Nothing worked until Susan called
and invited me over to her place.
Father!
[suspenseful music]
- Hey, nice to meet you. - Hi, how are you?
I'm okay. Looking forward to this.
Glad to see you. We've been expecting you.
Alright.
Come on inside. We got your room all ready.
Mm-hm.
A man who marries a woman to educate her
falls a victim to the same fallacy
as the woman who marries a man to reform him.
[chuckles]
That guy d*ed years ago, I wouldn't listen to him.
I wanted to apologize
but I couldn't find the words.
I still can't.
Because you were right and I was wrong.
- About what? - Whatever you said.
- I said some awful things. - I deserved it.
What did you say?
- I don't remember. - Hmm. Yeah. There you have it.
Actually I can't forget..
...at least how I felt.
I don't know what it is about g*ns that makes men--
It's what they do to people, Suz.
Yes.
Accepting you is accepting them.
I knew that when I came back.
But God! I hate them.
Yeah, and I can't live without the.
So what are we gonna do?
Well, we can't get a divorce
we aren't married.
No.
I could change.
I could start carrying a Billy club..
...when the bad guys start carrying Billy clubs.
That only leaves one thing to do.
What's that?
Well, to quote a bright young woman I know.
On this point at least we could agree to disagree.
Get on with our life.
I'll drink to that.
You know, a year ago I would have hated myself
for accepting a compromise.
Now it seems like the natural thing to do.
Hmm.
[intense music]
[music continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[g*nsh*t]
[woman screaming]
[music continues]
- He's got a g*n! - Everybody get down!
[indistinct shouting]
[music continues]
(Spenser) The hearing to revoke my g*n permit was scheduled
in the beautiful old county court house downtown.
I thought it was a good omen
for if there was ever justice done, it was done here.
When I was a police officer and came here to testify
I never doubted I'd be given a fair hearing.
Is there anything else you'd like to say, Mrs. Fontana?
No, I guess not
except I think the public should be protected
from accidents like this.
There should be more laws so that people couldn't carry g*ns
or maybe even have them.
I know how you feel but of course the laws
we have due permitted, under the constitution.
Mr. Reed?
My quarrel is not with the law but with the abuse of the law.
I think that Mr. Spenser is clearly unable to distinguish
when it is proper to discharge a firearm in a public place
and when it is not.
[sighs] I'm not a lawyer
and I have no personal grudge
against Mr. Spenser.
(male # ) 'As you say, Mr. Reed, you're not an attorney'
and while I respect your opinion
I have a problem.
The evidence before me does not support your testimony.
Officer Belson has sworn to the fact the Mr. Spenser's w*apon
was discharged only three times.
The two sh*ts he fired before entering the building
did not, according to other witnesses, endanger anyone
except perhaps the missing assailant.
But I've seen you in action before, Spenser
and you're always walking the edge with me.
Some PI's specialize in divorce cases or insurance fraud
but you, Spenser...always involved in the heavy action.
Not by choice.
If it were, I might have come to another conclusion here today.
As it is, from all evidence before me..
...I find no sufficient cause to revoke your license
'to carry a g*n.'
[clears throat]
I so rule.
[indistinct whispering]
This isn't over.
[sighs] Congratulations.
I know they wouldn't tag you as a wild man.
Thanks for your good words. I owe you a lunch.
You owe me a real expensive lunch.
Look, I've been through the files.
You remember you had a case a couple of years ago
involving a dead call girl
and Eddie tipped you on who owned the panda parlors
over at the, the south end.
- Yeah. - A Mr. Thomas Flaherty.
- Flaherty? - Yeah.
Serving to but still hiring hitters.
We know that from the boys in organized crime.
Anyway one of these hitters, a guy named Albert
the priest gave a perfect description of him.
Did Flaherty know about you and Susan?
[intense music]
(Spenser) If Flaherty didn't know, he had ways to find out
and money enough to send the very best.
But I figured this hitter had two strikes against..
One I knew about him, and two, so did Hawk.
A man who couldn't abide by his cowardly approach
to k*lling people.
[music continues]
Well..
You've got the lives of an urban feline.
It was Albert. I missed him though.
'Witness say you had a chance to take a sh*t, didn't do it.'
'That's not a smart way to stay alive now, is it?'
- What else did you hear? - Tommy Flaherty.
Sounds like you and Belson are drinking from the same trough.
'You got us confused. He offer you any protection?'
- Yeah. I said no. - Fools word.
Why? This is my neighborhood. He's a stranger.
'You got nothing to worry about then, huh?'
You want me to worry? Okay, I'll worry but I'll do it my own way.
How's that?
'Well, I thought I'd go home, take a shower'
put on "Benny Goodman," wait for the jerk to show up.
Brilliant.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) Sometimes the waiting was the worst part.
In my mind's eye all I could see was the boy I sh*t
holding the g*n. I had to think of something else.
What was missing?
I tried to concentrate on every detail
I could remember.
I remembered hearing the first g*nsh*t
and seeing Eddie fall.
While covering Susan, there's two more sh*ts were fired.
And then I saw someone with a g*n.
I remember f*ring two rounds at the man.
Bang, bang, bang, like it's the Chinese New Year's or something.
(Spenser) How many sh*ts did he say?
How many sh*ts were actually fired?
[intense music]
It was these kind of questions that drove me crazy.
I could think of only one guy who might have the answers.
It was lunchtime and his dispatcher told me
where he might be.
- Here you go. - Nice day, huh?
Hey, look, I don't want any trouble.
Take it easy, I just wanna ask you a couple of questions.
You still got that g*n on you?
Look, I need to know how many sh*ts
you really think you heard that day?
Come on, how should I know--
This is important, Jack.
Total maybe a dozen or something.
A dozen?
How long were you parked there?
Near Eddie's just a couple of minutes.
I dropped this fare off around the corner.
That's when I heard the sh**ting.
Yeah, from where?
What from where? From you?
No, no, I only fired three times
where the rest of your dozen come from?
I don't know, maybe the building or something. I don't know--
Wait, wait, wait. We're getting somewhere now.
You think you maybe heard sh*ts coming from a building
before you saw me, right?
Right.
Look, I gotta go.
How long before?
I don't know. Maybe minutes.
I dropped this guy off around the corner
I wasn't paying any attention
I was taking my coffee break.
Alright, this fare you had, was he, uh
short, thin, wore glasses?
- Right. - Thanks.
How do you know?
[intense music]
(Spenser) In the final tally, it was always the little clues
that finally paid off.
Small, forgotten pieces of evidence
that floated around in someone's memory
until you ask the right question.
In this case it was Lt. Grayson who asked it.
What was Harry Fontana doing here anyway?
If he hadn't asked, I wouldn't have found.
[music continues]
What I found was worth its weight in gold.
Living with the truth was far different than knowing it.
I wanted to hit someone.
Make somebody pay for the anger I felt.
Fortunately, it would only be a matter of time
before I knew I was being followed.
In fact, he was closer than I thought.
[telephone ringing]
Is that you, Albert?
It is indeed.
Spenser, I think we should talk.
Right now is fine with me.
Anywhere you want.
But you don't like to face your opponents, do you, Albert?
Maybe I should just turn my back to the window.
Tomorrow morning, o'clock, University port house.
And, Spenser, it's between you and me.
[intense music]
(Spenser) In days gone by a dual was an honorable challenge
honorably accepted.
How I yearn for the good old days.
I would have even settled for seconds
if these were between gentlemen
but I doubted Albert would settle for a glove slap.
And I knew he wouldn't play fair.
- Albert. - 'Spenser. Right on time.'
I haven't got all day.
What do you wanna talk about?
A deal.
I'm listening.
What'd you say we talk face-to-face?
Wow.
Now what do we do?
I'll give you the man who hired me.
In exchange?
You stay alive.
You pay me double what he did.
$ , .
What do you say I put a large hole on your head?
We could end it that way.
Sounds fatal.
It is.
Maybe not.
Oh, no, no, no. Don't do that.
Could be more.
Now!
[g*nf*re]
[dramatic music]
[woman screams]
Hold it!
Ah!
[screams]
Now what?
I know this is a stupid question
but we're not going after them, are we?
Right.
[dramatic music
Cut the line.
Go!
[indistinct]
[boat engine revving]
[music continues]
[siren blaring]
We have to think.
Police back there too.
[music continues]
- Watch your head! - Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
[siren blaring]
[music continues]
Hey, look out! Hey!
Ah!
(man on speaker) 'It's the harbor patrol. We have you surrounded.'
'Cut your engine and throw down your w*apon.'
Ah!
[music continues]
[siren blaring]
I'm gonna ram her.
(Hawk) Like hell!
Hang on!
[g*nsh*t]
[siren blaring]
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) The vendetta against me was over
but it hardly seemed to matter.
Albert was only the catalyst of the drama being played out.
The true villain was about to be discovered.
[instrumental music]
Hello, Jimmy.
What are you doing here?
Looking for the truth.
Here it is. Almost forgot I had it.
It hasn't been fired in years.
Hi, Jim.
- You sure of that? - Of course.
- I never touch it. - How about you, Jimmy?
- No, I-- - Alright, Spenser.
What's the point of all this?
You mind if I borrow this for a while?
Why?
I'd like to run a ballistics check
to see if the b*ll*ts from this g*n
match this slug I found.
Dad, you can't let him. He's got no right.
I don't understand.
You wanna tell him, Jimmy.
Found this tin can.
Look familiar?
And this slug from your g*n
in the warehouse where Harry was sh*t.
- That's impossible. - Is it? What do you think?
You know what I think?
I think you were with Harry.
Target practicing with your father's g*n.
- It's not true. - No?
What's not true?
That you didn't take your father's g*n?
That you didn't fire it?
That you weren't there with Harry in the warehouse?
None of it.
I think you took the g*n
and left Harry there and ran away.
- Dad, make him stop. - Alright, Spenser.
That's enough. He's answered your questions.
Stop torturing him, you don't have any proof.
He didn't even bother to clean the g*n.
He is only a kid.
He is old enough to tell the truth!
But I can see you're gonna absolve your son
of all of this, aren't you?
Poor little Jimmy's sorry, so everything's okay.
All is forgiven.
Meanwhile, Harry's lying in a hospital dying
because Jimmy gave him the g*n
and you allowed it to happen!
- What? - It's your g*n!
And I told him never to touch it.
Which made it even more appealing.
Did you ever teach him how dangerous it is?
- To be responsible for it. - Oh, stop it.
I'm not gonna take responsibility for this.
- It's you who fired-- - I can see that!
I can see you're not gonna take any responsibility
and neither is Jimmy.
But I promise you this
there's blame to go around.
For everyone.
Some you're gonna have to live with, Jimmy.
Some I'm gonna have to live with.
I got what I came for.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) Harry Fontana, age
d*ed at in the morning
of a g*nsh*t wound.
The funeral services were private.
I wasn't invited..
...but I came.
I couldn't be anywhere else.
I needed to grieve as much as anyone.
So who was responsible?
Was it the g*n as Susan said?
Or the parent?
Or the child?
Perhaps I would never know
except for my part in it.
You let it go now, Spenser.
Whatever there is you hold, you let it go.
Boy is dead. That's the way it is.
Your part in this is over.
[mellow music]
(Spenser) Hawk was right. In my head I knew that.
But in my heart I knew something else.
That I had k*lled a child and it would be a long time
before the pain and hurt would go away.
Not now, later..
...in some quiet place, I would lay down my g*n
and grieve for the child who would never grow old.
[music continues]