relentlessly hunting me down.
(female narrator) Tonight on "Spenser For Hire.."
[g*nshots]
(Spenser) Sammy, open the door.
Hey!
That was heavy duty mob muscle.
Not to worry about the mob. He stole Spenser's car.
One of your special back rubs.
[screams]
Yes, I'm made about the car.
Do you have any idea
how much $ , weighs?
Spenser.
Freeze, federal agents.
[theme music]
[music continues]
(Spenser) Cold winter mornings are for fireplaces, hot chocolate
and the morning paper.
Definitely, not for going to meet a disaster
named Sammy Backlin.
Sammy had called, sounding scared and wanted to meet.
My blood ran cold remembering his last visit to Boston.
I was sh*t at..
Freeze.
(Spenser) Twice.
Stabbed..
...and had to save some innocent citizens
from trigger happy Sammy.
Halt.
No.
(Spenser) For this, I ended up in the hospital.
What a jerk!
My friend Spenser, he's like me.
A tireless champion of peace and harmony
(Sammy) 'A man willing to spill his own blood.'
Get out of here.
He's overcome.
He ate me out of house and home.
(Spenser) What do you know about justice?
- Spenser. - Take a look around you, pal.
A lot of people are getting hurt
because of you. Doesn't that mean anything?
And Hawk sure didn't care for him much.
He's stealing my car.
Don't point the g*n at me Get-get my car.
(Spenser) I mean, Hawk really didn't care for him much at all.
Hawk.
Can't you see, I'm busy k*lling somebody?
(Spenser) And now he was back.
I only hoped, I could come out of it
with my body and my deductible unscathed.
Drawing the queen. The queen's your money card.
Queen is your lucky lady.
Alright, take you best sh*t, go ahead.
Okay, okay.
Let's try the middle.
(male # ) 'Awww.'
(Sammy) There's the queen.
You weren't paying attention.
Alright, who is next?
Step right up. Come on, give it a sh*t.
Let's go double or nothing.
Okay, you're on.
Alright, remember, there she is okay. No problem.
Alright, pick the vieja abuelita .
Okay.
(Spenser) You won't find the queen there.
And I'll bet she's not under there either.
So, that means, She's got to be right here--
Oh, congratulations.
You win.
- Hey, thanks pal. - Here you go, man.
Same time, same place tomorrow morning.
Hey, Spenser.
(Sammy) Spenser, my good friend of mine.
Am I glad to see you.
You said, you were in mortal danger.
I am.
So naturally, you're out on street
cheating people at Three-card Monte.
- I'm also broke. - No, no, no.
I am not lending you any money.
Wait, there's a vicious horde of blood thirsty assassins'
relentlessly hunting me down.
I don't doubt that for a second
but the only horde you need to worry about right now is me.
Look, give me a break. Wouldn't have called you
if I didn't need your help. Give me a break here.
Sammy, you're nothing but tro--
[g*nshots]
(Spenser) Sammy, open the door.
Hey.
[tires screeching]
[g*nshots]
[honking]
Guess we showed them, huh?
(Spenser) Who were those guys?
(Sammy) 'They're guys who were caught'
in the eternal struggle between good--
The truth, I want you to tell me the truth.
Who were these guys sh**ting at us?
Take it easy. You are going to get more upset.
Now, take it easy.
Just poor losers that shouldn't be allowed
anywhere near a gaming table.
But that doesn't matter.
Most important thing right now is saving your butt.
Go away. Would you just-just go away.
And wander the cruel streets facing untold horrors?
Who knows what could happen to me out there?
You know, but if I were stay at your place.
Fine, fine. Fine, fine, fine.
Just go way.
Okay, Spenser, now get some rest.
(Spenser) I'm not sure which pain in the butt was harder to take
the b*llet or Sammy Backlin.
[door slamming]
I didn't want Sammy staying at my place.
But I didn't want him on the streets either.
The would be K*llers were still out there.
If Sammy was out there too
the good people of Boston
might get caught in the crossfire.
Besides, what trouble could Sammy get into
in my apartment.
[rattling]
(Susan) 'Hi.'
I'll bet you're surprised to see me.
Actually, I just wanted one of your internationally famous
back rubs before I got on the plane to the psych conference.
You know one of your
special back rubs.
[sighs]
Well..
[moaning]
Mmmm..
[chuckles]
[both screaming]
(Susan) 'Are you sure you don't want me there with you?'
Well, okay then, I'll see you in a few days.
As long as he isn't with you.
'Yeah, I love you too.'
'Bye-bye.'
Well, lucky for you, Spenser corroborates your story.
Well, of course he does.
We're blood brothers.
We fought side by side in the commie infested
jungles in NAM.
He also says I should count the silver
before I leave.
Spenser is always a kidder.
I'm sorry I hit you..
...so hard.
You're just lucky, I was caught by surprise.
My hands are lethal weapons.
Next time, watch when you put them.
[instrumental music]
[typewriter keys clacking]
(Sammy on recorder) 'The g*n was pointed at my head.'
'I stared into its single black eye.'
'You can silence me I said.'
'But you can't silence the truth.'
Oh, yeah.
[knocking on door]
Who's there?
Hello?
[footsteps receding]
[intense music]
[box rattling]
Spenser's. He'll k*ll me.
Whoa, whoa.
"Spenser, deliver the box to the warehouse," blah-blah.
"And another bucks is yours." Ooh!
Hello.
Yeah, when's your next flight to Tahiti?
(female # on phone) 'One moment, sir, I'm checking.'
Hello? Hello..
Hawk.
What-what shaking, man?
You look great.
Have you lost a few pounds or something?
[door thudding]
Oh, Spenser, my good buddy. How you feeling?
Lousy.
Any man this stupid is too dangerous to be left alone.
Hey, I resent that.
What's the problem here, fellas?
All you got to do is to deliver the box tomorrow morning
and you pocket a grand.
Sounds like easy money to me.
- Too easy. - Huh?
(Spenser) This address, it's a warehouse down on the waterfront.
Ring any bells for you?
We're talking about a grand here.
Are you guys afraid of making money or what?
(Spenser) 'Did it ever strike you rather strange'
that somebody would pay this much money
for such a simple task?
Hey, which makes our country great.
It's the free enterprise system.
I tell yo what, Spenser.
I'll do you a favor.
I'll deliver the box.
We can talk about my commission later.
Spenser.
Now, do you understand?
You're worried about being k*lled by dead fish?
[sighs]
It's a red herring.
Yeah, but who cares? Nobody is asking you to eat it.
Better get some shut eye
because you're coming with us in the morning.
Why? He's trouble.
Yeah, I-I'll just stay here.
We can't leave him here.
What are we gonna do with him?
sh**t him.
I'll get some shut eye.
(Spenser) Walking into an obvious setup
is not my favorite way to pass a morning.
But, I figured better to face the guy now than let him try
something else later.
Still, I didn't like being here.
It brought back bad memories of a case gone bad.
(Sammy) See? It's no big deal.
'You just knock on the door'
'you drop off the herring and you split.'
Look, I-I don't see why I had to come along?
(Hawk) 'Somebody asking Spenser to dance'
and you holding the invitation.
Here, you hold it.
Give my apologies to the host
and tell him, I'll sit this dance out.
Alright, let's-let's rock and roll.
[door thudding]
Oh!
Stay put.
[intense music]
Hey, fellas, look what I found?
[g*nshots]
[engine cranking]
[engine revving]
[g*nshots]
[car engine whirring]
Hey, hey.
It's my car.
[siren wailing]
(male # ) 'Hands on your head.'
Alright now.
(male # ) 'Yes, behind your back. Cuff him.'
Oww.
(male # ) 'Yeah.'
Medical examiner will be in to take the body
after few minutes.
Nice.
[sighs] Ah, Spenser, after an exhaustive analysis of all the clues
I think we can safely say, you were right
you didn't k*ll him.
Oh, that's very reassuring, Frank.
Hey, don't get so testy, Spenser
after all your story was a little fishy.
Are you done?
As a matter of fact, I'm not.
We know something about the corpse.
He's an actor.
He's doing a good job playing dead.
Name was Brandon Falsey.
Brandon Falsey?
We know that from his equity card.
This actor was also a chauffer.
She was a terrific actor.
Well, sometimes they're chauffeurs
and sometimes they're waiters.
No, no. He was chauffeur
at the Winsome household, at the time of the kidnapping.
I was a rookie cop
picked to make the drop right here in this warehouse
and the kidnapper..
[clattering]
...got away through here with the money
while cops sat outside looking like idiots.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
The Winsome kidnapping was ten years ago.
You're not saying this had anything to do with that?
Well, maybe after another exhaustive
analysis of the clues you'll find out.
Meanwhile, I'm gonna go look for an author.
(Frank) 'Backlin, huh? You better do it fast.'
That guy we ID'd at the sh**t out in the alley
was no street punk. That was heavy duty mob muscle.
Not to worry about the mob, He stole Spenser's car.
(Spenser) Sammy certainly knows, his life was in danger
but I don't think he realized just how much?
He did know there weren't many places left in Boston
for him to hide
and that the weather in Tahiti
was great this time of the year.
(female announcer on P.A.) 'Baggage from flight '
'can now be picked up at carousel No. .'
Thanks very much. Appreciate it.
Randy.
Sammy Backlin, you son of a g*n.
Where the hell have you been for the past eight months?
Insinuating myself into the dark
miserable soul of evil.
Wait, you got the money for the tickets to Tahiti?
Forget the tickets.
I caught the first plane out of New York
because you called last night and told me
you finished your book.
So, sweetheart, let's see the manuscript.
No, it's-it's not safe here.
We-we'll discuss it on the beach. Come on.
Forget the suntan, Sammy.
Where's the manuscript?
I should have known it.
Twenty-five thousand dollar advance.
I put my job on the line for this.
And after eight months, this is what we get.
"Sammy Backlin rips the lid off the mob"
Great, wonderful.
The only thing ripped off was our grand.
Hey, I'm in mortal danger and all you can think about
is a lousy , bucks?
I mean, what's the bucks compared to the agony of knowing
you're the mob's public enemy number one?
Knowing that the next breath I take
it may be my last.
What are you telling me that they're really after you, Sammy?
I'm telling you, we better get on that plane
because there isn't a haven safe for me anywhere
in this country that I love so much.
I mean, this airport is probably crawling with cheap gunsels
just looking to put a notch in their p*stol
named Sammy Backlin.
Sorry, I didn't realize.
I guess, if you had you wouldn't have been so quick
to accuse me being a thief.
- Of course, I wouldn't. - Great.
So, why don't you just whip out the gold card
and let's get on a plane?
And I certainly wouldn't have had you paged.
You what?
(female announcer on P.A.) 'Sammy Backlin'
'meet your party at carousel .'
'Sammy Backlin.'
Sammy.
[clumping]
Whoa!
Oh, Spenser. Thank God.
I'm glad you're here.
The K*llers will be after us any second.
Not so fast.
Okay, you're mad about getting sh*t?
I'm mad about getting sh*t.
You're mad about the warehouse?
I'm mad about the warehouse.
You mad about the car?
Yes, I'm mad about the car. Give me the keys.
Spenser, what are you doing here?
I called your publisher.
She told me about this
very special hush-hush meeting you have
with your undercover author here.
Give me the keys.
I can understand why you think
I was running off with your car.
I get the point but
I was trying to draw the hooligans fire. I didn't want--
The hooligan was going in the other direction
in a boat. The keys.
I can't believe you, Spenser, I mean, he risked his life
for you and all you care about is a stupid car.
Tireless champions of justice, don't run from adversity.
They face it head on.
How do you put up with this yutz.
Yutz? This guy infiltrated the upper echelons
of the West Coast mob.
If I had three more like him
I'd have my own publishing company.
Where are we going anyway?
I am going to talk to the Winsome family
about their late chauffeur.
You are going to stay in my apartment
until we're done.
Wait a minute. Winsome..
Winsome, the baby Winsome kidnapping.
Husband dead, widow left with millions.
The true crime story of the decade.
The hundreds thou was never found.
Some dumb cop let the kidnapper get away.
Look, I'm investigating a m*rder.
This has got nothing to do with the kidnapping.
Ten years later, mysterious m*rder.
If we could get the whole story
what a book it would make.
The author's advance alone would be big enough
to ransom a dozen Winsome babies.
You're right, this story has to be told.
Not by you.
Hey, what about freedom of the press?
You got to let us come along.
'Constitution says so.'
Tell that to the ACLU.
Wait a minute. You're not gonna leave me alone with him.
Ahem, I mean, what if those mob K*llers
come looking for Sammy?
Hey, don't worry, babe. I'll protect you.
Thanks.
(Spenser) The baby Winsome kidnapping was
not one of the Boston Police Department's
greatest successes.
Sure, the kid was returned safely
but the kidnappers had escaped with the ransom by boat.
You two, stay put.
[birds chirping]
[doorbell rings]
Yes?
Zap. You're roasted.
I come in peace.
(Dorothy) 'Who is it Anita?'
I'm not sure ma'am.
Max, I told you not to point g*ns..
Spenser.
Alien swine.
[chuckles]
- Come in. - Thanks.
How you doing, Max?
Okay.
Would you like some coffee?
No, thanks.
He's a handsome boy. He's grown up.
Ah..
[toy g*n f*ring]
Max, why don't you go outside and play for a while, okay?
Okay.
Would you like to sit down?
No, thanks. It's a long story.
Oh!
Max doesn't know anything about the kidnapping.
He was just a baby, when it happened.
So, obviously, he doesn't remember anything
'and my brother and I have chosen not to tell him.'
Have you come here to tell us that you've caught them?
No, ma'am.
Brandon Falsey has been m*rder*d.
Oh, no.
Oh, not Brandon.
I thought he was in Hollywood.
'He wanted to be a star.'
He was so intelligent, so ambitious.
His body was found in the warehouse
where the ransom was delivered.
I can't be sure, but it might have something
to do with the kidnapping.
It has not been out of my mind
for one minute, since it happened
knowing that they are still out there.
That they could come back
that they could take Max away from me again--
Mrs. Winsome, I'm not even sure, it's the kidnappers
but just to be safe
I think you should hire a bodyguard.
I could recommend some men.
Oh, no. We've had the bodyguard since the kidnapping.
As a matter of fact, we hired a new man recently.
You really think we could get William Hurt?
Are you kidding me?
When my book comes out
Humphrey Bogart will crawl out of his grave
for a sh*t of playing you.
The inside story of the Winsome kidnapping
As told to Sammy Backlin.
What about the money?
(Burl) 'Oh, I don't wanna sound mercenary, but'
I've been living off my sister ever since
I graduated college.
'Oh, she likes me here, you know.'
'She just doesn't support my ideas much.'
She doesn't think anyone will buy
a computer system that replaces secretaries.
Bro, with the bucks that this book will drag in
you'd be able to buy and sell your sister dozen times.
[chuckles]
(Spenser) 'I'd count my fingers, if I were you.'
Spenser.
Burl.
So, you, uh, were the cop on the case?
I was one of the cops.
We had half of the department working
plus the Sheriff's Department, the feds
everybody fighting for jurisdiction.
But you were actually the cop
who let the crooks get away with a $ , .
I delivered the money. I was chosen to make the drop.
Yeah, the bungling tin shield.
Oh, please, can we drop this line of questioning?
[Sammy laughing]
(Randy) 'Hey, Spenser'
'is that the Winsome kid over there?'
(Spenser) 'Yeah, and that must be the new bodyguard too.'
[toy g*n f*ring]
Zap.
(Spenser) Bad things always happen
when Sammy Backlin comes to town.
But even I couldn't blame Sammy for everything.
It wasn't his fault, the baby Winsome case
had come back to haunt me.
For the moment though, all I wanted was a pleasant meal
and a little peace and quiet.
Fat chance.
Cold.
The two cobalt blue eyes that stared into mine.
Cold.
The icy feel of the double barrel shotgun
against my throat.
'Cold. The lasting embrace of death.'
Cold.
It's my favorite temperature, babe.
(Randy) Hey, listen, Sammy.
Don't stop now, this stuff is great.
I can't create in an empty stomach
I'm starving to death.
Spenser.
[whacking]
(Randy screams) Spenser.
Freeze, federal agents.
Efrem Connors, my favorite federal agent
Can the wisecracks, gumshoe.
I want the same thing as these hoods.
- Sammy Backlin. - Hi.
[exhales]
I want some straight answers, Backlin.
Or I'll put you away so long
bell bottoms will be back in style, before they let you out.
[chuckles]
Now..
...what were you doing in Las Vegas
with eighth of the nation's biggest mob warlords?
Hey, listen, you, he's ripped the lid off
organized crime in America.
[chuckles] This yutz?
Hey, I don't like to brag
but that's exactly what I was--
I'd think real hard about what you say next, Backlin.
Because, if I don't like what I hear
I promise you, you'll get years in the big house.
- The Big House? - For conspiracy.
Oh, look, it was just a friendly game of chance
with a bunch of prunes from Miami.
You didn't happen to know, who they were
'did you, Sammy?'
Well, I didn't ask for character references
if that's what you mean.
Wait a second.
You expect me to believe that
'the eight most dangerous men in the country'
'invited you to play cards?'
I've got a friendly face.
I'd start figuring out
how you're gonna decorate yourself if I were you.
(Spenser) 'You better take him seriously, Sammy.'
I know it's tough, but try.
Oh, okay.
I heard that these rich old guys
wanted to play cards with some high rollers.
So, I spread some cash all over the place.
'I towed around a Lamborghini.'
'I bought myself some nice threads'
and whammo, they were begging me to play.
[thumping] That's where our grand went.
Hey, I infiltrated the hierarchy of organized crime.
I mean, Randy, come on do you have any idea
how expensive that is?
Especially, when you're losing.
So, lady luck was little against me at first.
I was compelled to take advantage of the prunes'
'liberal credit policies.'
(all) How liberal?
Half a mil, more or less.
Oh!
(Sammy) Those poor losers sent K*llers after me.
I mean, whatever happed to sportsmanship?
Alright, you're gonna give me the details of everything
you saw and heard at that poker game.
That could get me k*lled, pal.
You got a choice.
You can either sing for us
or I can paint a bullseye on your face
and put you back on the street.
[chuckles] You'll love it.
They need me to bring down organized crime in America.
[laughing]
(Connors) Alright, from the beginning
'who was the first person that contacted you?'
(Spenser) Now that Sammy Backlin was the responsibility
of the Federal government
I had my first chance to search for the truth.
Beginning with the visit to Boston PD
I hoped a quick look at some old notes
might give me a clue about
who'd want Brandon Falsey and me dead.
You have a career waiting, Frank.
Anybody could type six to eight words a minimum
without making too many mistakes well.
It's gratitude for you, Spenser.
Here I am working overtime
trying to figure out
who'd try to k*ll you, all I get is sarcasm.
'I poured about six million files in the computer'
trying to figure out
who'd have it in for both you and Brandon Falsey?
[clanking]
And since you've got such a delicate touch with machinery
I'm sure the name just popped right out
of the computer for you.
Uh, uh, Nash Bodine.
You pick him up for armed robbery about a week
after the Winsome kidnapping.
You sh*t him in the leg, as a matter of fact.
Oh, yeah, I went to his apartment
after getting a tip off the street.
Looks like somebody setup Mr. Bodine.
What's your connection?
Nash Bodine is Brandon Falsey's half-brother.
Winsome just hired him as a bodyguard.
[telephone rings]
Hello?
Mrs. Winsome. This is Spenser.
Spenser.
You better have a damn good reason for tying up this line.
We're waiting for ransom call from the kidnapper.
[phone handle thuds]
We're too late.
(Spenser) History was repeating itself.
Once again, Max had been kidnapped.
This time by his own bodyguard.
Only the price tag had changed.
Now, it would cost half a million
to get the child back.
Just talked to Brandon's agent in Hollywood.
The only check he ever got for acting
was for a floor wax commercial.
Oh, great, with that hot piece of information
'we should have the kid back in no time.'
It tells us a lot.
I think while your chauffeur was waiting to be discovered
he was living off your $ , .
You mean, you think he was the one
that kidnapped Max ten years ago?
With the help from his brother.
Oh, no.
Brandon was like a member of this family.
(Spenser) 'Family sentiment aside'
I think Brandon got greedy.
He turned his brother in for a liquor store hold up
that Nash pulled a month before the kidnapping.
You're saying when Nash got out
and found his share of money missing
he k*lled Brandon?
You got it.
That's horrible.
But it will make a hell of a book.
I'm sorry.
[telephone rings]
Answer it.
Hello?
May I speak to Max, please.
[clank]
That was him, that was Nash.
Did he say anything about Max?
Is Max alright?
He said, he will k*ll Max
if we don't follow his instructions
'exactly as he says.'
Alright.
Let's roll. I'll take that $ , , Mr. Dodds.
This time they won't keep it.
Get Max back for us.
Please.
You need someone to deliver the ransom.
I've got some experience.
Sorry, Spenser, but Nash had
someone else in mind.
Who?
Hey, anybody know where the beer is?
[instrumental music]
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) There are a lot of ways to throw away
$ , of unmarked bills.
The surest method is to entrust it to Sammy Backlin.
So, why did Max's kidnapper?
[indistinct chattering]
[telephone ringing]
Can't you make up your mind?
You've sent me to every phone booth in Boston
I'm getting tired of this, pal.
Oh, come on, I can't get that far in minutes.
Give me a break, will you?
Do you have any idea, how much $ , weighs?
[Sammy whistling]
[Hawk laughing]
Modern miracle, man. That dumb is still alive.
[engine cranking]
(Spenser) By following Sammy, we were violating
Nash's explicit instructions.
But I'd rather risk angering Nash
than let him hurt the kid.
[telephone rings]
No. Spare me the Olympics.
Moron.
No, no. No more, no more phone booths.
Yeah, I see the railing.
Okay, that's it.
Okay. Go.
[boat engine whirring]
Oww.
[telephone ringing]
Now, what?
(Nash on phone) 'Stop the boat.'
Hey, if you think, I'm gonna jump in the water
you're crazy.
(Nash) 'Is it fully stopped?'
Yeah.
(Nash) 'There's a watertight bag'
'under the seat.'
Hey, are you listening to me, pal?
'Place the briefcase in it'
'and toss it overboard.'
I think, I should get paid for..
[boat engine whirring]
Half a million bucks.
Hey, what's a few thousand, more or less, huh?
Hey, you followed me.
You can't jeopardize the entire operation.
I mean, do you realize a child's life is at stake?
Not anymore.
I called the Winsome house.
Nash called. Max can be found in the warehouse.
(female # on radio) 'Attention all units. The alarm .'
(Randy) Sammy.
You alright?
It was harrowing.
It was fraught with peril.
'Which you're gonna read about in my next book.'
Next book. Good idea.
But cut the fraught with peril line.
(Dorothy) Max.
- Oh, honey. - Mom.
Oh, Max.
Are you alright?
(Burl) 'You're not hurt, are you, Max?'
- 'Oh, thank God.' - 'He's not hurt. He's fine.'
- 'Oh, my God.' - 'He's fine.'
He's okay, we found him in there
with a couple of cheeseburgers
and some soft drinks.
What about Nash?
He's dead, one . caliber b*llet
right between the eyes.
- Who k*lled him? - I don't know.
He was dead long before we got here.
So, there's someone else out there.
Oh, thank God, thank you.
[chuckles]
Sammy.
You know, Spense
underneath all this machismo
I'm a real emotional guy.
Yeah, I know.
I'm impressed with the responsibility you took
out there all alone with all that money.
The boy's life hanging in the balance. Well..
- It was tough. - Yeah.
- It was dangerous. - I know.
I'd gladly do it again.
- How gladly? - Huh?
Assume the position.
What are you doing?
Spenser, come on.
What are you looking for?
Spenser.
[indistinct chattering]
(Anita) 'May I get you something to drink?'
(male # ) 'Uh, some tea.'
I don't know, how Max got to sleep after all that
but he is out cold.
You know, as long as that k*ller is still out there
I don't think, I'll ever sleep again.
The crook is good. I'll give him that.
But I promise you one thing, Mrs. Winsome
'we'll catch him.'
- How? - Shut up, Backlin.
I mean, this guy, he's obviously a criminal genius.
Who else would pick the middle of Boston harbor
to make a ransom drop.
Sammy.
Randy, this guy's a mastermind.
Mr. Backlin, there's some things about this investigation
which perhaps you don't know.
- 'Like what?' - Hello?
Who is it?
(Nash on recorder) 'There's a watertight bag under the seat.'
'Place the briefcase in it'
'and toss it overboard.'
Wait a minute. That's the guy I heard on the boat.
It's truly wonderful
This high tech age in which we live.
'The computerized secretary'
could have made you a fortune, Burl.
Do your filing.
Schedule your lunches.
And if you program it with a cassette
of a kidnapper's voice..
'...you make ransom demands.'
Found this in your study.
Burl?
It took me to finally solve the baby Winsome case.
What? What?
(Spenser) 'You said you thought the kidnappers were good.'
Maybe too good.
I started to wonder if the money ever left the house
'and when Sammy came back on shore'
'with no cash in his pockets..'
...I was sure the money was still in the house.
I had my suspicions, so, uh
'I opened a briefcase and as I guessed'
it was full of newspapers.
Book him, Efrem.
Cuff him.
What I can't figure out as
why you picked him to make the drop.
I figured I had nothing to fear from a complete idiot.
[Sammy laughs]
How could you do this to Max?
He worships you.
You love him.
(Spenser) 'He also loves his dreams.'
Dreams you wouldn't finance.
That's why kidnapped Max today.
Why he kidnapped him ten years ago?
That first time, I hired Brandon and his brother.
I agreed to split the $ , with them if they'd help me.
No one got hurt. Max was fine.
'He was so young. He didn't even remember anything.'
And your bank account was only bruised.
(Spenser) 'Except, Brandon decided to double cross his brother.'
Fast forward ten years later
Nash gets out of jail and he only wants two things..
'...his cut of the ransom, my life.'
'When he finds out that his brother spent the money'
he kills him.
He would have k*lled me too if I couldn't find
some way to get what he was owed.
I figured, it worked once, why not again?
Except this time you wanted all the money.
Dorothy, try to understand.
Get him out of here.
I would never. I never wanted to hurt Max.
Way to go Spense, I couldn't have done it without you.
I'm glad, I could help.
[indistinct chattering]
It was a case
that stumped the Boston Police
the federal government and countless others
'for well over the decade.'
But I solved in just three days.
Sammy, now that you've broken the back of organized crime
'and solved the baby Winsome case'
'what's next?'
Well, I've decided to dedicate my life
to fighting crime and all of its ugly guises.
I plan to open my own detective agency.
Right here, in Boston.
Sammy, how about a picture of you with the sign?
I'm ready and I love it.
He's unbelievable, isn't he?
Yep.
So, Spenser
guess what newly promoted senior editor
has the exclusive on this bird's further adventures.
- Further adventures? - Mm-hmm.
(male # ) Very good, hold it.
Alright, everybody, thanks for coming.
But help yourselves to some wine and cheese.
(all) Alright.
Hey, Spense, no hard feelings.
This is great, Sammy.
Now, the mob will know, where to find you.
Hey, don't worry, I made them an offer
they couldn't refuse.
'I forget about who's in the game'
and they forget about what I owe them.
So, now I'm open for business.
Hey, don't worry, if competition gets too rough
there will always be a job for you with mine.
Get these people out of here.
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