[g*nsh*t]
People getting mad with you all the time.
And some of these people being mighty bad.
How do you say I love you in sign language?
Uh, you say it with your eyes
and keep your hands in your pocket.
[tires screeching]
[screaming]
Viola!
I appreciate a man with a flair for the dramatics.
And she also m*rder*d Willis and I'm gonna prove it.
Human concern is the business I'm in.
It will take more talent than you ever conceived of
to pull that trigger.
- Ah! - Ah!
[theme music]
[instrumental music]
(Susan) Didn't anyone ever tell you that
doing this in a hotel in the middle of the afternoon
is perfectly sinful?
Perfectly sin..
Oysters Rockefeller
a champagne that would make a Rothschild weak.
Where are your priorities, woman?
I have plenty of priorities.
I also know you're not Diamond Jim Brady.
What is this, Spenser?
Um, I hastened to add, I'm not complaining.
Well, I nailed some diamond thieves and I got a big reward.
And I thought I should do my part for the American economy
and spend the fee as fast as I could.
Good, something I can help you with.
Well, if you're in a hurry to get rid of all that money
then maybe you could take me on a shopping spree
down Newbury Street after lunch.
[instrumental music]
That's very nice, but I didn't order that.
Compliments of the lady.
(male #) 'One moment, I will get you fresh glasses.'
Must be the price of fame.
She doesn't look like a relative.
She doesn't look like a detective group either.
(Susan) 'Maybe she's a bill collector with style.'
We're about to find out. Here she comes.
Uh, thank you, for the champagne. That was..
"Spenser, I would like to hire you
to help me find a missing person."
Uh, please, uh, sit down.
Well, who is this missing person you'd like..
"His name is Tyrone.
"I don't know his last name or even if that is..
"...his real first name.
His last know address was a post office box."
- 'Why have you written--' - Uh, are you deaf?
You read lips?
Uh, just a little.
Well, uh, tell me, this, uh, Tyrone
do you have a description of him?
'Uh, a phone number?'
(Susan) 'Um, do you sign?'
Do you sign?
Please, please, um..
...I'm, uh, rusty.
You'll have to slow down.
She says she's worried about Tyrone.
She's afraid he may have, um..
Sorry, I-I don't know the, um..
'Di-disappeared?'
(Susan) 'He may have disappeared.'
Is Tyrone a relative?
'Excuse me, uh..'
...could we start at the beginning?
Uh, who are you?
And why is it important to check on Tyrone?
What's this?
(Susan) 'Um, there will be more as you need it.'
'This is a thousand dollars..'
...to start.
Time out.
You listen to me.
Um, if you don't tell me
everything you know about Tyrone..
'...it'll be impossible for me to find him.'
I would be taking your money, uh, under false pretenses.
Do you understand?
She does.
She says, she'll accept whatever results you can
come up with.
(Susan) 'And she's told you everything she knows.'
'Except that finding Tyrone..'
'Finding out that Tyrone is alright'
'is important, is, um..'
'Is-is vital to her happiness.'
Okay, I'll do my best.
You're welcome.
Oh, uh..
...one last question.
Uh, if this was all so, uh..
How do you say secret?
...a secret.
Why did you come here?
Why...didn't you..
...write me a letter?
Well?
She said, she had to meet you
so she could measure your character.
She had to be sure you were an honorable man.
[laughs]
Just another day at the office.
Stop droppin' that right hand.
See you later.
See you later.
- Hey, Spenser. - Yeah?
It's a propitious thing you sharpening your skills
this evenin'.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, people getting mad with you all the time.
And some of these people be mighty bad.
Anything in particular or just my sunny personality again?
That too. That too.
But there are some folks who were incensed with you
ten million ways from next Sunday.
Uh, the diamond job.
Give him one clue and he gets it right away.
You know, you gonna make the front cover
of "True Detective Magazine," yet?
Hey, Spenser. Plug off for me, will you?
- I'm outta here. - Alright.
You wouldn't happen to know who those guys are, would you?
(Hawk) 'Is that an offer of employment in a subtle way?'
For a man whose life expectancy
is as short as yours
yes, I do like being specific.
I haven't paid you for the blackmail job yet.
Well, in that case, let me give you a sales incentive
free introductory offer.
A tip of the day as well.
Viola!
- Oh, no! - Yeah.
See, they are not gonna have any difficulty in spottin' you
when they come lookin', but the real question is
'are you still gonna be as photogenic after they find you?'
I'll let you know.
Dig in!
[groaning]
[dramatic music]
(Spenser) Tell me what you think really defines status in Boston?
A house on Beacon Hill?
Floor seats at the garden?
Well, you'd be wrong.
It's your own private key to Simoli's gym.
I don't want you to think I'm a fanatic or anything.
I'm probably not in there more than six times a week.
It's professional, of course.
I do some of my most introspective thinking there.
Like who was Tyrone and how could I find him?
[exhales]
I said I'll let you know, Hawk.
[clicking]
Hawk?
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[g*nsh*t]
Ah!
[music continues]
[groans]
[grunts]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nsh*t]
[music continues]
I agree with Thomas Jefferson that
force to choose, I would prefer
newspapers without government
to government without newspapers.
But two thugs trying to take my head off
made me feel different about my subscription to "The Herald."
[indistinct chattering]
I want to talk to you.
What do you know about that Diamond Heist
that you didn't print in your story?
What do you want from me, Spenser?
And why should I tell you anything?
Because two guys waltz into my gym
pumping lead instead of iron.
Yeah, that's right. They tried to k*ll me.
And I think it had something to do with the picture
you printed in your story.
- Listen, I'm sorry-- - Sorry?
You don't know what sorry is.
Sorry is what the human body looks like
after taking a slug from a ..
Look, Spenser, all I know is it's real big.
Maybe international.
At least spell my name right.
[phone ringing]
[chattering continues]
Who are you and what are you doing here?
You work here?
As a secretary?
You work for Uncle Frank?
[keyboard clacking]
"My real name is Joan Cugell.
I am Uncle Frank."
You're Uncle Frank?
But you can't be. Uncle Frank is a man.
How..
How did you get my name?
Jerry Exposito.
'The crime reporter?'
Why...is, uh..
...who you are..
...a secret?
Yes, I remember.
'"Uncle Frank is supposed to be a man.'
"Writing to men about men's problems.
'"Men won't write to a woman'
'about men's problems, right?"'
Right.
Uh, Tyrone wrote to you.
Joan told me Tyrone had written about a disastrous romance.
He realized he'd made a mistake
when his fiance asked him to compromise his own ethics
in some way.
He wanted to break off the engagement.
His fiance threatened su1c1de.
Joan was touched.
So Uncle Frank answered Tyrone's letter in the column.
Tyrone had written a thank you note in response.
Uncle Frank wrote back.
And a personal correspondence began.
Tyrone, uh, ended..
'...the engagement?'
With your support.
'"We were going to meet for the..'
'"...first time for dinner'
"to celebrate.
"And it was the beginning
'of a real relationship for us."'
But he didn't show.
[keyboard clacking]
How long ago was that?
'Three days.'
I have..
...a tough question.
Maybe..
...Tyrone..
...changed his mind.
'Maybe..'
...he went back..
...to his girlfriend.
[instrumental music]
'Perhaps.'
'But you don't think so.'
[keyboard clacking]
'"All I need is..'
...peace of mind."
[instrumental music]
Surprise is the enemy of the private cop.
Not because it means you're caught off guard or unprepared.
But sometimes it means you've made the wrong assumptions.
And that can be fatal.
I'd walked into a newspaper office
and discovered my client was writing the advice
to the Loved One column
and all my preconceptions about her vanished.
Tyrone had used the old post office box routine.
Not very original, but usually effective.
The post office is very careful about protecting box holders.
It's private information.
I considered my alternatives.
Maybe a little nitro on the latch of Tyrone's box.
Perhaps a six figure bribe
with the civil servant at the window.
The first seemed out of place in genteel Cambridge
and the second was way beyond this week's budget.
What was left was strictly dishonorable.
Thank you, sir and have a good day.
Can I speak to the postmaster, please?
And I would like to speak to him right now.
- What about? Maybe I can help-- - What about?
What about the filthy pictures?
What about p*rn you keep putting them in my PO box?
That's what about?
Sir, I'm sure if they're being delivered--
My wife picks up our mail.
Sometimes my kid comes along.
I mean it's revolting. Take a look at this.
- Hey let me look. - Just take a look!
Now who do you have on B?
Sir, I just can't reveal it.
Well, what if I reveal these pictures?
- Take a look at these. - Pass it back here.
I mean, Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey
don't have guys who could do these stunts.
I mean it's absolute..
Give me those. I'll take care of this myself.
Tyrone's real name turned out to be George Bishop.
And Willis Technology was his employer.
Conveniently located along the Charles River.
Land of some of the most advanced research
going on in the country today.
Brad Munson, Vice President of Willis Technology.
Well, hello.
I understand you're inquiring about George Bishop.
Well, yes, you see, I'm his insurance policy
uh, representative and his policy is about to fall due.
So, I thought I'd drop by and ask
to talk to him about the rolling it over
to a more multipurpose plan.
George is--
Now, we have this humdinger of a plan
that includes life insurance
and a prepaid full medical program--
He left two days ago. He quit.
- He's unemployed. - Hmm.
Oh, dear me, I mean, the prerequisite of the plan
is that you can't be employed.
Now, George must have left a forwarding address. I mean--
No, I'm afraid we don't know one.
He was having some personal problems
and it was all rather sudden, I'm afraid.
Oh, yes, yes. I see.
Well, uh, what did he do for you here?
Because if he files a claim against the company
I'll need to know.
[sighs] George was in our applied technology field.
- Yeah. - He was working with lasers.
Lasers? That sounds very dangerous.
[laughs]
- Actually, not. - No?
See, one of George's problems was that he was old theory.
Quite frankly, we just needed somebody
who was little more result oriented with laser technology.
Of course, uh, I mean, these policies
do have limits, you see?
I mean, what are these lasers used for?
Oh, I'm sorry that's classified information.
Oh, of course, it is. Yes, I'm sure.
Well, listen, maybe his representative..
I mean his, uh, uh, replacement or you yourself
would be interested in a full security policy--
Thank you, but I don't think so.
- Now, if you'll excuse me. - Sure.
Well, but, uh..
...if you should happen to find George..
...you might give us a call.
'He has a lot of friends here'
'and we're all concerned about him.'
Well, human concern is the business I'm in.
[dramatic music]
I discovered George's home address
through a superior detective work
and an impressive deductive reason.
I looked him up in the phonebook.
I didn't know what I expected to find at his apartment
but it wasn't when I found in the sidewalk.
[tires screeching]
[tires screeching]
[g*nsh*t]
[tires screeching]
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
[dramatic music]
Well, now, Spenser.
Dark shadows, clouds over the moon..
...deserted church.
[coughs]
I appreciate a man with a flair for the dramatics.
Me, I just thought you might enjoy a healthful walk
in the brisk evening air.
Alright, you got my check up. What do you need?
Want a peanut?
I cannot be hired for a salted peanut.
What is this?
We're standing beneath the statue
of a great American patriot
a man known for his tremendous courage and integrity
and you wanna negotiate.
How do you even know I wanna hire you anyway?
I heard about the blood all over Marlborough Street.
You did, huh?
News travels fast.
The drum travels faster.
Besides Marlborough Street's uptown.
The yuppies don't like that kind of trash behavior.
It gives the neighborhood a bad reputation.
Want to hear my theory?
I gotta listen to philosophy..
...I will have one salted peanut.
Well...I'm looking for this guy named George Bishop.
Known to the readers of the Ask Uncle Frank column
as Tyrone.
By coincidence, I happen to track down his address
about the same time my client gets a personal message
from this guy inviting her to his address.
Congratulations, your work's all done.
Well, unfortunately, no. It's not.
You see, uh, whether the guy shows up or not is hypothetical.
Because the sore losers from the...Diamond Heist
they show up.
Must have scared the guy off?
I mean, if he was in fact gonna show up.
Kind of scared me too, to tell you the truth.
Uh-huh.
I understand those miscreants on Marlborough Street
were f*ring real b*ll*ts.
You know, what with the glamour of it all
I'd probably think about another line of work.
Right.
So..
...what I really need here is an accomplice.
Trained.
Lightning has struck again.
I do however have one condition for employment.
What's that?
If I do get these dudes from the Diamond Heist off your back
so that you can search for this George Bishop
in relative confident security
I do not want my picture in the paper.
[laughs]
You see, the secret to success..
...in my field is anonymity.
Mmm-hmm. Yeah. I see it.
That's why you wear all them real subtle clothes, right?
You just be careful, Spenser.
Oh, the only outfit you need to worry about
is the one they bury you in.
Remember "the midnight ride of Paul Revere."
"One if by land."
"Two if by sea."
Three if by limo.
Three if by limo.
[chuckles]
[instrumental music]
[chuckles]
(Spenser) 'You're really not gonna tell me?'
(Susan) 'Tell you what?'
(Spenser) 'You thought I was gonna forget, right?'
- Uh-huh, what? - Where you learned to sign?
Oh, that's no secret.
When I was growing up, I had a cousin my age
who lived about three blocks away from me.
Mmm-hmm.
She was born deaf but for some reason we could communicate.
We were unseparable.
We even had our own language
before she even learned how to sign.
After she learned, she'd come home from school and teach me.
All the kids on our block thought we had a secret code.
I've never heard you mention her before.
Well, that's because one day when we were
we were out playing catch after school.
We weren't exactly into playing with dolls.
Hmm. And?
I threw the ball to her and she missed it.
Went out into the street and she went after it.
There was a car coming but she didn't see it.
And of course, she couldn't hear it.
She was in a coma for three days before she d*ed.
Oh, Suze.
If I could take back one moment in my life
it'd be the moment I threw that ball.
[sighs] That could happen to anyone.
That wasn't your fault.
That's one reason I became a counselor.
I went through so much guilt and depression
over what I thought I'd done.
I decided when I grew up
I just wanted to help kids deal with what life gives them.
'Cause sometimes God knows it isn't easy.
Hmm.
Do you think you can help Joan find George Bishop?
That's not gonna be easy either.
But I'm gonna try.
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
[music continues]
I didn't have George Bishop but I did know where he lived.
Necessity may or may not be the mother of invention.
But experience is certainly the illegitimate father
of all detective work.
Which is not to say that breaking and entering
even in a good cause is a commendable activity.
It's wrong.
Most times searching a room is just methodical work.
I keep hoping for secret panels, hidden compartments..
...or messages scratched on a window pane.
Until today, I had been disappointed.
Today however, was different.
[water splattering]
Today my trained detective's ear picked up a clue
that Sam Spade or at least the Hardy Boys would have relished.
Someone was taking a shower..
...in this empty apartment.
It was possible that George had just dropped by to clean up.
Life on the run makes it tough to look your best.
It was possible someone else had broken in
and overcome with remorse had hoped to wash away the guilt.
As an out, damn spot.
Hah!
[screaming]
Uh...it's okay. It's alright.
I-I'll put the g*n away.
[screaming]
I'm putting it away, see?
[screaming]
Stop!
Look if you were really in trouble, you'd be dead already.
I'm a private investigator. I'm looking for George Bishop.
But you know that already, don't you?
Because I saw you at the Think t*nk in Cambridge
when I went to see Brad Munson.
Are you gonna scream?
- Alright. - Oh, good gracious!
Oh, my dear Lord.
'You gave me such a turn.'
Walkin' in like that with no warning.
And a p*stol bigger than my daddy's shotgun.
What is your real name, sir?
Uh, my name is Spenser and uh..
...you must be Miss February?
Oh, good gracious.
Me here with nothing but a towel.
And no makeup. Whatever must you think of me, huh?
I'm Laura Louise Johnson
of the Haughton, Mississippi, Johnsons.
Well, now...if you'll excuse me?
(Susan) 'I'm fascinated by the work you do.'
'Think of all the good you do.'
People who need real immediate help can get it.
'Usually, there are people who'd never go to a doctor'
with an emotional problem.
Either because they're afraid of psychology
or they can't afford it.
I know what you mean.
You're used to, uh, helping people
solve their problems.
So it's ironic that you feel so helpless
trying to solve your own problems, right?
Um, you're not helpless.
You hired Spenser.
'How do I handle..'
being in love with a man who does the work Spenser does?
When I started seeing him..
...I realized that his work was a part of him.
'I made a conscious decision.'
I couldn't complain..
...because that's who he is.
However dangerous the work is
or whatever jeopardy that might put him in.
Well, everyone in Haughton
said I was an exceptionally loyal girl.
Even after I placed fifth runner up
in the Miss Mississippi Contest.
Fifth runner up?
What terrible thing did George do?
Well..
...taking that money from his employer that wasn't his.
George embezzled money?
Even after I told him
"Georgie, I'm prepared to start slow
"and enjoy our love
until you can give me life's luxuries and treasures."
- How thoughtful of you? - Hmm.
Listen, uh, your, uh, southern belle sensitivity
wouldn't be offended
if I told you that I didn't think that, uh..
That George couldn't embezzle a bus token.
Well, then I suggest you just tell that to his employers
that's what I was doing there that day
when you lied to Brad Munson.
I was begging Mr. Willis not to press charges
against my Georgie.
Your Georgie, huh?
Um, are you sure you were engaged?
Our nuptial date is all set.
Who you've been listening to?
Well, all I know is what I read in the papers.
I asked Uncle Frank.
Low-lipped, white-bellied moron.
Well, if I wasn't read up, refined..
...I could tell you a thing or two about that busybody.
As if some man could understand how I feel.
Have you ever met him?
Do I look like that sort of trash
that would associate with such a low life?
[no audio]
No. George has showed me his vile letters.
Your engagement was never terminated
for even a little while, was it?
Well..
...I suppose for one teeny tiny instant
Georgie might hesitate it.
But it must have been the same craziness
that made him steal all that money.
Oh, undoubtedly.
- Mr. Spenser? - Yeah.
If you find my Georgie..
...would you please tell him that his Laura Louise
is still true and fast waiting just for him?
Will you promise to tell him that?
True and fast.
[Spenser whistling]
[instrumental music]
It was possible that Laura Louise's talent
in the Miss Mississippi Contest had been theoretical physics
and she was back here to apply for a job.
It was also possible she'd come to plead
some more for that pardon for George.
And after all, she did look like a girl
who had memorized all the words to stand by your man.
Laura Louise just came in here?
Oh, she's in with Mr. Willis.
- Okay, I'll find her. - Oh, you can't go back there!
(Spenser) 'Thank you.'
[g*nsh*t]
[screaming]
[intense music]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
'He sh*t him.'
He sh*t him.
Who sh*t him?
George.
[dramatic music]
[instrumental music]
Listen to this letter George wrote to Uncle Frank.
Now, give me a break, will you, Spenser?
"Uncle Frank, suddenly the woman I love is a stranger.
"Uncle Frank, what do you do when the person you care
for the most demands that you commit an immoral act?"
Nothin' involving peanut butter, Spenser?
I could be persuaded to, uh, put the cuffs on.
You've got custard on your tie.
I'm telling you, Marty, she's the one who sh*t Willis
not poor old George.
I think we should discuss indictable evidence
which I don't have.
And you don't either.
Hey, look, she positively identified this guy Bishop
is sh**ting Willis. It's a classic, Spenser.
So they catch Bishop with his hand in the till
he goes to Willis to talk him into droppin' the charges.
Nobody saw George walked in.
I was in the room seconds after the sh*t was fired.
I looked out the window, didn't see anybody running away.
And you wanna take her word for it?
Uh, she cried real tears when she signed her statement.
Well, why don't you nominate her for an Academy Award?
The next police benefit, best performance by a felon.
Okay, you two. Come on, cut it out.
It so happens that we both think that she's guilty.
But we need more than we've got right now
before we go to the DA, alright?
Yeah, look, Spenser, why don't you just jump on that?
You got a lot of time now, especially
since we are about to go and do the job you couldn't do.
And find the ever elusive George Bishop.
You find George Bishop
and I'll buy you the best meal you ever wore, Frank.
Because I think George Bishop is dead.
And I think Miss Dixie Grits is the one who sh*t him.
And she also m*rder*d Willis, and I'm gonna prove it.
The best meal I ever wore, huh?
Where does he get off getting personal with me?
Don't get too close, Frank.
I don't wanna wear that custard
when I have my meeting with the mayor.
My, my, my. You rich white folks sure are a fascinating species.
Imagine swimming at this time of the year.
Great cardiovascular, Hawk. Why don't you give it a try?
I can drain the pool and scrub it down after you're finished.
Yeah, that's mighty generous of you, Du Pre.
Mighty generous.
But I do prefer working out on a heavy bag.
It brings one much nearer the ultimate gratification.
(Du Pre) 'Well, speaking of gratification what brings you here?
Have you decided to move up in class and ask me for a job?
It is employment we need to discuss..
...terminating it.
Oh, that has an ugly sound to it.
I hope I'm misunderstanding you.
No, you sent your boys after Spenser.
'Why waste time talking about Spenser. He's a dead man.'
Spenser is a hard man to k*ll. Especially, now.
That doesn't sound like a hypothetical evaluation.
There is but one reality.
That's very unfortunate.
Because I had a buyer..
...a very important buyer for those diamonds.
He's not pleased.
And that's bad for my reputation.
I'm very embarrassed by this whole situation, Hawk.
My condolences.
Can't you see, that's the point?
Sympathy won't do.
Only one thing is going to make my buyer feel better.
Make people forget I couldn't deliver.
And that's delivering Spencer.
Well now, Du Pre, you better get ready to be real embarrassed.
'Cause that's one delivery you shall not make.
[dramatic music]
I still hadn't established a motto for George's death.
Or the death of the man he worked for.
And I needed that if I was going to be able to give
my client anything to hold on to.
When I finally had to tell her she'd never see George again.
Did George ever talk to you about work?
Lasers?
Um..
Uh, he was very excited about the, uh, for medical uses
especially eye surgery, or brain.
Medicine. Anything else?
Question on morality that he wrote to you about
that has to be it.
Uh.
She must have been trying to get him
to sell his research for profit.
Was it worth anything?
I mean, money that is.
No. George was a humanitarian.
Did you...tell him that you're deaf?
(Susan) 'Yes. I-I told him. I wrote to him.'
I sent him a picture and I told him everything.
I'm not saying that's why he went away.
You've had to be better, stronger to get where you are.
You must realize we don't always get what we want.
Especially, what we want most.
(Susan) 'All my life, all I have ever wanted..'
'...was-was to be desperately'
'passionately in love with someone who desperately'
'passionately loved me back.'
'I of all people..'
'...should have learnt to stop believing in..'
'...miracles, a long time ago.'
'All I feel now..'
'...is stupid or foolish.'
'And alone.'
Suze...tell her she's not alone.
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
Oh, well, Mr. Spenser, what..
And what are you doing here?
Just wanted to ask a few question?
What does it feel like to betray your fiance?
Now, now, come on. No tears.
The salt will corrode your complexion.
Look what it does to the cars in the streets.
Alright, I lied to you.
George did break off our engagement.
What were you doing in his apartment?
Sentimental over a soap?
I was praying he'd come back to me.
Mr. Spenser, when a girl grows up looking the way I do..
...well, it's not a real incentive debate
career conscious.
And then I-I am smart enough to know
that I'm not all that bright.
So you see..
...getting married was the only thing I was ever planning to do.
I can see how it happened.
Very convincing.
You don't believe me?
No.
But George did.
What was he?
A white rabbit type, little round glasses.
You smiled at him and they fogged up
so he couldn't see who you really are.
George loved me.
Well, maybe at first.
Then he wrote to Uncle Frank.
And what he wrote was..
...you're immoral.
What did you want him to do?
Must have been pretty bad for him to be able to resist
your considerable charms?
I don't know what you want
but I don't have to take your insults.
A hundred thousand dollars.
Now, I know you're insane.
You don't have anything that's worth that to me.
I know you sh*t Willis.
I suppose you told the police that.
Well, they didn't believe you, did they?
I believe George.
And I can deliver George.
You said, you didn't have him.
I lied.
: a.m..
The old train depot.
You bring in the cash, I'll bring George.
- I don't have any money-- - : a.m.
- This is simple extortion. - Yup.
- Mr. Munson. - Du Pre.
On the phone you indicated
that we have a common business problem to solve.
We do.
His name is Spenser.
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Where is Bishop?
Your deal was that you'd bring him here.
My deal was with the Honeysuckle Rose.
I suppose I should be surprised to see you here, Munson?
But I guess I'm getting jaded in my old age.
'Did she seduce you before or after George?'
Just give us Bishop. That's what you guaranteed.
My, my.
I had a feeling you weren't fifth runner up.
'Our deal had an addendum.'
I'll take you to George after I count the money.
He didn't bring Bishop.
I told you it was all a bluff.
My Lord, Louise. You're so spirited today.
'Or are you just a morning personality?'
Put him in the boxcar.
George never stole anything in his life, did he?
The charges of embezzling were all a lie, weren't they?
What were you trying to hide?
George was working on a big breakthrough with lasers.
It turned out that what he discovered could be used
to etch reproductions.
'He didn't know it.'
But he'd come up with a perfect way to make counterfeit plates.
And that's where Laura Louise came in, huh?
Brad hired you to corrupt George?
Wrong again.
Brad didn't know what he had either
but he caught on real quick.
So I took a leave of absence from his life
and moved in with George.
Willis found out.
So you k*lled him.
Finally, you got one right.
Too bad, it's too late.
- It's never too late. - k*ll him now.
[g*nsh*t]
[gasping]
I advise you to stop pressing your luck.
It seems like it's all bad.
Now, what was that you said about scrubbing the pool?
[grunts]
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