[music continues]
[music continues]
[church bell tolling]
[band music]
(Spenser) Boston patriots like nothing better
than to re-enact the day w*r broke out on the colonies.
It's a day filled with musket powder and high spirits
as the fields around Lexington and Concord are flooded
with red coats and Minutemen eager for a fight.
[music continues]
Battalion!
Halt!
For my part, I was only looking for a clear view.
I'd come to see an old friend of mine, Joe Kelly
ride across the Commons posing as Paul Revere.
Now, to my knowledge, Joe never rode a horse before.
So I figured delays were not unexpected.
Move on! Move!
[drums b*ating]
Battalion!
Charge your pack!
[indistinct yelling]
Slow march!
[drums b*ating]
I'd come promising to share
a pint of ale with Joe and his wife.
Rita had come after I promised not to recite
"Listen, My Children, And You Shall Hear."
How can you not like Longfellow?
I love him, but watching a bunch of guys in raggedy red coats
running around saying, "Bang, bang"
just seems a little childish. Don't you think?
I think ritual reminds us of our history.
- That's what I think. - Well, so do I.
But.. Oh, I don't know.
I guess it's just the w*r part that bothers me.
[drums b*ating]
[g*nshots]
[intense music]
[g*nshots]
[indistinct yelling]
Move back!
[crowd cheering]
- Alright! - Whoo!
[g*nsh*t]
Isn't Paul Revere supposed to ride
before the British att*ck?
[indistinct chatter]
[horse trotting]
(female #) What is that?
[indistinct chatter]
Joe!
(male #) 'I-I think he's been sh*t.'
- Oh, no. - 'Stay back.'
(male #) 'He looks like he's in bad shape.'
- '...doctor..' - 'Does anybody know him?'
[birds chirping]
(male #) '"Under the wide and starry sky'
'"dig the grave and let me lie.'
'"Glad did I live and gladly die'
"and I laid me down with a will.
"This be the verse you grave for me.
"Here he lies where he longs to be.
"Home is the sailor, home from the sea
and the hunter home from the hill."
(Spenser) "Home is the sailor, home from sea."
Joe always loved that poem
as he loved everything about sailing.
He was a romantic, full of life
without an enemy in the world.
Joe and I had been friends for over years.
I was even his best man at his wedding.
But now I stood at his grave
struggling to understand why he was gone.
I wanted to believe the whole thing had been an accident.
But Frank Belson was from Homicide
and his presence told me I'd have to give up
wanting easy answers and start searching for the hard ones.
(female #) How many times have we heard him recite that poem?
[sobs] Oh, Spenser, I..
(Spenser) I know it's not easy.
He was my best friend, you know
more than being a husband and the man I love.
He was my best friend. There was no one I trusted more.
Catherine, I am so sorry.
[sobbing] Why?
How could it happen?
I don't know, but I promise you
I'm gonna find out for both of us.
[birds chirping]
(Frank) 'It was the brother! Michael did it!'
Frank, I've never heard you so uncertain of yourself
in my whole life.
Like a simple logic, Spenser.
I got witnesses say Joe and Michael
fought like cats and dogs.
Also, brother Michael's business is goin' bankrupt.
And finally, to plumb the plumb
Michael is the beneficiary of a two-million-dollar
insurance policy on the life of his deceased brother.
- It all fits neat and tidy. - Maybe too tidy.
Ah, come on, Spenser, don't muck around with this, will you?
I got a vacation comin' up.
And we're only doin' this to help out the Lexington police.
Thank you.
Come on, Frank, how many homicides
have you seen wrapped up in a neat little package?
m*rder usually has a messy little string around it.
Hey, Spenser, what are you doin' in here? Did..
- Who asked you to come in here? - I did, Frank.
Spenser and Kelly were friends.
I thought maybe we could trade information.
You got a lead on the m*rder w*apon?
Yeah. He was k*lled with a . caliber musket ball.
- This one. - No kidding.
Gee, I've never seen one before.
- How heavy is it? - Well, see for yourself.
Now, it's got no rifling markings on this.
So it had to come from a smoothbore.
Which means identifying the m*rder w*apon
would be impossible even if we could find it.
I must've seen Brown Bessies out there.
- That's what they call them. - I know that.
Now, it could've been an accident
only, nobody was supposed to load a real charge.
So for the moment, we have to assume it was foul play.
We do have this.
From his home safe. His wife didn't know about the account.
Just check the last deposit.
"Two-hundred-thousand dollars."
- So? - "So?"
A secret account with that much money. It doesn't seem odd?
Joe was a very successful businessman.
'And he also counseled and advised'
major corporations on investments.
He-he could've been holding it for a client.
Did you ever hear of Joe getting into something on the outside
like gambling or dr*gs?
Marty, no. I knew the man.
If he were dirty, I would know.
He, we were fishing buddies, like brothers.
Okay. Let's look at the tapes.
We've got about hours of outtakes from the local networks
plus some amateur stuff. We'll take a look.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
Whoever sh*t him did it at close-range.
[traffic bustling]
[grunting] There, man, you a case.
A man gets k*lled, friend of Spenser's
can't be no rhyme or reason.
Got to be the evil of the world striking down another fine man.
What is it with you guys? First Quirk and now you.
Did all you cynics just sit down and cite
Joe was a bad guy and got what he deserved?
You listen to yourself, man.
I don't hear no private cop on the case.
All I hear is a good friend of Joe Kelly's all choked up.
Okay, you said you had something about Joe I should know about.
- Now, let's get specific. - Let's do.
- The man played you for a fool. - Bull!
Hey, listen, my friend, and you shall hear.
- The man had a contract on him. - What?
Out of Chicago, the M-O-B wanted to pop your dude
'cause he's tipped 'em for a cool half mil.
- I don't believe it. - I notice.
But anyway, I heard that the contract was cancelled
'cause he paid up in full, but the point is
there may be some things that you don't know
about your good old buddy.
- What was the money for? - Don't know.
Could find out, but you may not like what you hear.
[grunting]
Well, why don't you go for it?
Because all you're gonna find out
is that you were wrong about Joe.
[grunting]
[engine revving]
(Rita) I was sure I'd lost that case
until the defense counsel called my policewoman a broad.
The judge even gagged on that.
- Where are we going for dinner? - Surprise.
(Rita) '"The Sons Of Independence?"'
- That's a club, isn't it? - Very exclusive. Very old.
They sponsored the battle re-enactment.
I'm gonna pick up a copy of Paul Revere's ride.
The scheduled one Joe Kelly took.
It'll only take a minute. Then we can have dinner.
Uh, you can wait here if you want.
Oh, no. I wanna see the inside.
- Well, it's very private. - That's alright.
I'm a very private person. I won't tell a soul.
My name is Spenser, I've got an appointment
with Mr. O'Grady, the project director.
I'll let him know you're here.
Ooh, let's wait in the bar.
I'm sorry, the bar is private.
- Members only? - Male members only.
Are you saying I can't go in there?
Rita.
Aren't there any daughters of independence?
Of course, madam, but not in the bar.
Oh, I love it.
The Sons Of Independence are sexists.
- She's got a point. - 'Spenser!'
Forgive me. Sorry to delay you.
I just had a call from His Honor Grandman.
The name's O'Grady.
And like half the other members here
first name's Patrick.
Mr. O'Grady.
- And you are? - Rita Fiori.
From the district attorney's office.
Ah-ha! Delighted. Here now.
Uh, let's find ourselves a more comfortable place to talk.
Pay no attention to the bar rules.
It's an old boys' club. You'll despise it.
Uh, why anyone would want to exclude female companionship
is beyond me. I-it's not natural.
- Now, what can I get you? - An Irish whiskey.
Make that a double.
- Spenser? - Uh, draft would be fine.
It's been a terrible couple of days.
Worst in memory at the club.
I know it's the will of God, but I can't find a lesson in it.
Maybe I can, with your help.
(Patrick) 'I know you have to go about your business here.'
But I don't believe there is anything for you to look at here
except a tragic accident of some sort.
How many other musket balls were fired accidentally?
Well, we have specific rules against loading the g*ns.
'And I expect that next year we'll have tighter security'
and more controlled time schedule.
How would that help?
Well, for instance, if Kelly had arrived on time
he would've driven past the skirmish line
before the sh**ting had begun.
You said you could give me a map
of Kelly's schedule worked out in minutes.
Oh, yes. I don't know what good it'll do, but it's all there.
From the docks of Boston to the North Bridge at Concord.
- Can I get you another? - Why not?
Uh, we-we really have to be going.
Uh, I wanna thank you very much for your help.
- A pleasure. - I just wanna say..
That if women fought in the w*r
they should be able to drink in the bar.
- He agrees with you. - He does?
Good. I'm hungry. Let's go.
[sighs] I lied. I'm not hungry.
- You want me to drive you home? - If you don't mind.
[hiccups]
If you tell anyone about this, Spenser, I'll k*ll you.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) There was a chance that a clue to Joe Kelly's death
had been videotaped by the press
or an amateur photographer.
If anything were worth seeing
I knew just the man who could show it to me.
How you doin'?
I'm going blind. Did I tell you?
[chuckles] No.
- Last month it was the gout. - Uh, this is serious, Spenser.
Even my doctor said so.
Beauregard, you get a new doctor every week
and a new illness to go along with it.
Now, you're a wonderful technician
but a lousy hypochondriac.
Now, what have you got?
[scoffs]
(Beauregard) 'I patched in all the riding stuff together.'
'You see anything you like, I can blow it up'
'so you could take a closer look.'
What is all this stuff?
(Beauregard) 'Amateur real crowd sh*ts mostly.'
'I was just running it down.'
There's a terrific sh*t of the battle coming up here.
I just wanna see the rider and anybody around him.
(Spenser) 'Wait, stop it.'
'Back it up.'
'Now go forward.'
'Right there, stop!'
W-wait, what are you looking for?
That crowd on the corner, the face in the back.
'Can you blow it up and give me a still?'
Sure. What's the deal?
It's Michael Kelly.
He told the police he was in New York
the day his brother d*ed.
(Michael) 'I was in New York in the morning, but I flew back.'
I figured, what the heck, Joey's only gonna ride that horse once.
Maybe he'll fall off and break his neck.
I didn't wanna miss that.
- Cute, isn't she? - Yeah.
Now, why ain't she selling? I mean, you tell me.
- You're the detective. - Maybe blondes are out.
No, people are out. g*ns are in.
Machine g*ns and battle tanks.
Spaceships with laser cannons.
You're a friend of Joey's, huh? In the service?
No. I didn't even know he was in the service.
Well, that doesn't surprise me.
A lot of things about Joey people didn't know.
The man had more secrets than a priest.
Lower back pain. Ah.. Joey had the same problem.
'But I can drown it with pills.'
Joe had to grin and bear it for the sake of the company.
Sad, though.
After all those years
not one of them came for his funeral.
- One of them? - His buddies from the CIA.
What company did you think I was talking about?
CIA?
I thought you meant his business friends.
Hell, for my money, my brother didn't have
a lot of good qualities, but the man could keep a secret.
I'll give him that.
Did you know he had a big insurance policy?
With you as beneficiary?
No, I didn't know that.
I can't say that the money won't come in handy, though.
Does that make me a suspect?
Depends on what you argued about.
g*ns. He wanted me to put out a line of toy g*ns.
Replicas of the real thing. I said I didn't wanna do it.
- So you argued about business? - It got very personal.
I told him how I felt about those g*ns.
I said a cop can't tell the difference
between a kid with a toy g*n and a real one.
People could get hurt.
Then I told him to get the hell out of my life.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) Brothers have argued since Cain and Abel.
But I still doubted Michael
had anything to do with Joe's death.
One thing I couldn't doubt any longer
was that Joe hadn't been totally open with me.
But then that could be explained
by his need to keep government secrets.
I wondered what other secrets lied buried with him.
And so I borrowed an office key from my client to find out.
[instrumental music]
[man coughs]
[g*n cocks]
Freeze!
[intense music]
(Spenser) There are times, indeed, which try men's souls.
And pulling a g*n on Frank Belson
while facing his was one of them.
- Belson, of all the bonehead-- - Spenser, that was so stupid!
You know I could've sh*t you!
Alright, no harm, no foul. Let's start over again.
I've got a key to this office. I'm here on private business.
- What are you doing here? - I got a search warrant, pal.
- Dated? - Will you get off it, Spenser?
You know I'm just doin' my job here.
Still trying to nail the brother, huh?
Uh, you might say I'm looking for evidence, yeah.
Or we'll both look.
If we find anything, we'll put it on your warrant.
Alright, it's a deal.
- What are we looking for? - No idea.
Bingo.
How about illegal weapons?
You know there are laws against fully automatics like this baby.
Maybe that's connected with Joe's other job.
I just found out he was with the CIA.
What?
Yeah, I know, it raises a lot of possibilities.
And I'm betting this is not Madonna's latest album.
(Joe on tape) 'John, my secretary is in line, so I'm putting this on tape.'
'Okay, now, uh, give me that list'
'of preferred stocks you wanna sell.'
(John on tape) 'We talked about that electronic stock.'
- 'It's a very promising..' - 'Wait a minute. Hold on.'
- 'Yes, hello?' - 'Damn you, Joe Kelly!'
- 'Uh, who is this?' - 'We know who you are.'
(female #) 'And what you did. You'll do it no more.'
- 'He'll find you and..' - 'John, let me call you back.'
(John) 'Sure, no problem.'
The heck with my vacation, Spenser!
What the hell is goin' on?
(Hawk) See, I told you, you keep on looking
'you'll see something you don't like.'
(Spenser) 'There's things I don't know about.'
(Hawk) 'Yeah, no problem with old Joe. Regular cat.'
'CIA, hidden money, death threats on the phone.'
'What's with you, man?'
Is it losing a friend or you were wrong about him?
(Spenser) So tell me what I'm wrong about.
I suppose Joe was dealing dr*gs.
- g*ns. - What?
(Hawk) He was a g*n runner, babe.
Sellin' a*t*matic weapons.
- With live b*ll*ts. - Who told you?
You asked me what he did with the money
he got from the Chicago M-O-B.
Well, he bought g*ns out of Atlanta, out of Seattle
out of, uh, Chicago, wherever the money was right.
- You got proof? - Oh, man! I don't believe you.
Look, if somebody told me you were a police informer
do you think I'd believe them? No. I'd say, "Give me proof."
You still got your connections?
Affirmative. It's gonna take some digging.
You got to brave for the shovel.
Mrs. Kelly does. She wouldn't believe you either.
Yeah, well, that tape of the lady oughta make her happy.
So while I'm in the trenches, what are you gonna be doing?
Going back to school. Early American history.
Oh, yeah?
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) While I didn't have a pipeline to the CIA
I did have an intelligence map
of the midnight ride of Paul Revere
later revised for Joe Kelly.
It had his complete schedule down to the minute.
I was desperately hoping that his m*rder
was somehow connected to the ride.
At least, that's what I told Rita.
[engine revving]
Morning.
Now, before you say anything else
I wanna thank you for coming.
I know this is not your favorite way
of spending Saturday.
You've got two hours.
Should be time for the whole field trip.
- Looks great, doesn't it? - What does?
Paul Revere's house. Ever been inside?
Many times.
I thought it'd be a good place to start.
Get us in the mood.
"A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, uh..
A word that shall echo for evermore."
[clicks tongue]
History. I love history.
Gives the investigation a new dimension, don't you think?
Spenser, I don't need a lesson in American history, honest.
I only agreed to help you with this
as part of a criminal investigation.
- Now what do you need me to do? - Picture all this.
We're going to duplicate Joe Kelly's ride.
See what he saw, talk to people
who might have seen him along the way
or anything unusual as he rode by.
We know he was late. I wanna know why.
Well, do you know where he went first?
Charlestown, for a horse.
[engine starts]
(Rita) 'According to the map, he was supposed to get there'
'at ten o'clock and leave at :.'
(male #) 'He was right on time when he left.'
I gave him the reigns myself.
I don't think he rolled much. A fella can tell, you know?
(Spenser) Yeah. Did you notice anything else? Anything unusual?
Mister, there was a hundred people around here at the time
all wanting to take his picture.
He was the only thing unusual.
That and the fact he couldn't ride worth a fig.
Yeah, you already said that.
Well, you wonder sometimes how they pick 'em.
People are dumber than animals if you ask me.
Well, that's an original thought, alright.
Yeah, thanks for your help. I appreciate it.
"It was eleven o'clock.
"The moon shone bright across the Common toward Cambridge
"when I saw two officers on horse.
I turned around and rode full gallop for Mistick Pond."
Wait. I don't have a Mistick Pond on the map.
No, I was quoting from Revere's own account of his ride.
It was by the village clock when he galloped.
- Into Lexington. - Hey, you made a mistake.
(Spenser) 'You don't know your Longfellow.'
(Rita) And you don't know where you're going.
You just took a wrong turn.
Didn't he go around that warehouse?
Not if he followed the instructions on the map.
He didn't turn south for another half mile.
Let's go back.
[engine revving]
- So? - So I'm sure.
I saw that place in the tape.
You must be mistaken.
I mean, why would he alter his route?
I don't know. Maybe he had to.
Maybe that's why he was late.
Well, one more stop and I'll take you home.
Is private detecting always this uneventful?
Yeah.
(Spenser) My hopes of finding a clue as to who k*lled Joe Kelly
had suddenly risen.
I definitely was going to take another look at that warehouse.
[instrumental music]
- This shouldn't take long. - Take your time.
I may not have majored in history
but I got an A+ in antique shopping.
(female #) It is lovely. But not today, thank you.
Not at all. Thank you, madam.
- Are you the manager? - Yes, I am.
How can I help you?
Yes, I noticed you were open during the Paul Revere ride.
Did you hear about the sh**ting?
Oh, yes, I read about it. Most tragic.
Yes, well, I'm involved with the investigation.
I just wondered if you might've seen anything
that might help me. Anything unusual.
Rallies in the crowd, a sh*t nearby?
No, I'm sorry. I was out of town that day.
Perhaps my wife can help you. She should be out in a minute.
[traffic bustling]
Brown Bess.
I've got one of these at home. My father left it to me.
Oh, Peg!
'Peg, uh, this gentleman was making inquiries'
'about that accident the other day'
uh, with the fellow playing Paul Revere.
'Did you see anything unusual?'
No. I'm sorry.
I was busy all day. I hardly looked out.
(Peg) 'I am sorry.'
Thanks for your time.
- Sorry I wasted your day. - Oh, but you didn't.
I had a wonderful time.
When did uneventful go to wonderful?
When I bought this for ten dollars.
No day's wasted when you've found a bargain.
Ten dollars? You paid ten dollars for that piece of junk?
Why, you don't think it's good?
You don't have any taste, Spenser.
(Spenser) I knew Rita was happy and so was I.
I had stumbled on a solid lead.
After I dropped her off, I came back to take a closer look
at the warehouse I had seen on the tape.
If Joe had altered his route, he must've had a good reason.
[instrumental music]
[knocking on door]
[knocking on door]
[music continues]
[glass shattering]
[clattering]
[intense music]
I hated to think Belson was right about Michael Kelly.
But I now knew where my next stop would be.
[glass clatters]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nshots]
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
[engine starts]
[tires screeching]
[music continues]
[cars honking]
[tires screeching]
[honking]
Alright, come on! Move it!
[intense music]
(woman on radio) 'Alpha --. -- Acorn..'
(Frank) 'Yeah. Belson here.'
[indistinct chatter]
(Spenser) I tried to reach Joe Kelly's brother on the phone
to discuss why his toy crates were scattered
all over an empty warehouse in Lexington.
When Frank Belson picked up the phone
I knew my question would go unanswered.
Yeah, ETA minutes.
Name was Kelly. Michael J. Age .
(woman on radio) 'Delta --..'
(Frank) Looks like I can take my vacation after all.
Brother kills brother, then commits su1c1de.
I'll check the time of death with the coroner.
(male #) 'Spenser.'
Are you still bird-dogging for homicide?
Just an interested party, Briancy.
Cute, huh? Thought I'd take one home for my kid.
There's a ton of 'em around here.
Better log it. Marty Quirk's death on bear snatching.
Are you the reporting officer?
No, I was on patrol and noticed that the front door was ajar.
I knew the factory was closed on weekends
so I stopped by to check.
- Any evidence of foul play? - Nah.
Medics think it was a heart att*ck.
But after what happened to his brother
the department's playing it tight.
- Yeah. Thanks. - Sure.
Coroner puts the time of death between and :
which is about five hours before we found him.
[scoffs] It's too bad.
So lost your prime suspect?
No, he..
He didn't get to spend any of that two-million dollars.
I hate waste.
I noticed.
So did you do your digging?
Yes, I talked to a source who knew your friend Joe Kelly
under the alias Ed Jones.
Your source with the government?
That's irrelevant.
But he says he knew Joe Kelly
when he was strictly on a up-and-up working for Uncle Sam.
Later on, when the money got real good and loose
Joe Kelly went private, he began to deal indiscriminately
in the t*rror1st market place
South America, Middle East, Africa.
And finally, he did not care whether what he sold
was any good in that. People d*ed trusting this smile of his.
Okay. Damn it.
So you wanna find out who dusted this dude
or you wanna let him rot in peace?
You got a name?
Sweet Ms. Sarah Brown.
I don't know what she felt about your friend
but she was his connection to some Irish customers
he'd dealt to in Belfast.
- Got an address? - Better than that.
We got a date.
[instrumental music]
♪ I got a right to sing the blues ♪
♪ I got a right to moan and sigh ♪
♪ I got a right to sit and cry ♪
♪ Down around the river ♪
♪ Soon the deep blue sea ♪
♪ Will be callin' me ♪
♪ It must be love say what you.. ♪
Friend of mine introduced us.
Said I was still in the business only between wars.
You be a friend of Joe's.
You gotta spend a lot of your rich daddy's money
and you love Irish whiskey.
Would that make me a compatriot?
No, sir. It makes her a piano and you a player.
♪ ...be callin' me ♪
♪ It must be love say what you choose ♪
♪ I got a right to sing ♪
♪ The blues ♪♪
[crowd applauding]
Hawk I know.
- 'You must be Spenser.' - Mm-hmm.
Joe never mentioned you to me.
He never mentioned you to me either.
I wish he had. I like the song.
(Sarah) Thank you. Hawk tells me you have money to invest.
What kind of business are you interested in, Mr. Spenser?
Well, let's just say that I, uh
supply goods to people in places
where these goods are in short supply.
[Sarah chuckles]
Joe couldn't have said it better himself.
I take it your business is as profitable as Joe's was?
Money's not important
when your principles are sincere.
[laughs] That's good. Uh, I like sincerity.
It's very rare.
Like a good song.
Well, let's cut to the sincere part, then.
I liked Joe Kelly and I wanna know who k*lled him and why.
And I thought as a friend of his, you might--
I was his lover, not his friend.
A friend is someone you can trust.
- You didn't trust him? - I learned not to.
Look, I-I don't know why you're really here.
(Spenser) 'I told you.'
You said you were a friend
of Joe Kelly.
But if you're crying for him, don't.
Joe wasn't worth it.
He didn't just cheat on his wife.
- 'He cheated on everyone.' - Including you?
And my friends. And some of them are dead because of Joe.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta get back to work.
- Can I talk to you later? - What's the point?
Look, I mean this.
It doesn't matter who sh*t Joe.
It matters.
[crowd applauding]
Okay.
Tonight, a guy named Paul Johnson will pick me up.
He used to work for Joe.
I'll tell him you wanna talk to him.
[intense music]
[engine revving]
[sighs] These seats were pretty soft a couple of hours ago.
They're getting pretty hard right on through here.
Won't be long now. They're closin' up.
Been botherin' Ms. Sarah Brown being cooperative
givin' us names and all.
And you can bet she gave Mr. Johnson a phone call.
What she said in there, I found real curious.
Mm-hmm.
[intense music]
(Spenser) 'That must be Johnson.'
[engine starts]
[music continues]
- I smell an ambush. - Huh?
[intense music]
[g*nshots]
[expl*si*n]
[engine revving]
[g*nshots]
[expl*si*n]
[panting]
Lady sang the blues, alright.
Yeah, the next course is mine.
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(Spenser) I'd gone to Joe Kelly's funeral with a lot of questions.
The answers I had found left me feeling empty
and betrayed.
Sooner or later, Catherine will have to know
the truth about Joe.
How could she bear to hear it?
And how could I find the courage
to say the things that had to be said?
(woman on tape) 'We know who you are and what you did!'
- 'You'll do it no more.' - That's enough. Thank you.
Cathy, I'm sorry.
I know how you must feel.
Oh, stop it, Spenser!
It's not true. Any of it.
[sobs] I lived with that man for years.
'We slept in the same bed.'
We loved each other. We raised a child.
And when that child d*ed, we both cried together.
That's the only truth there is about Joe Kelly, you understand?
Cathy, I'm not trying to hurt you.
The hell you're not! Listen to yourself.
You're telling me that he was some kind of a government agent
'that he was mixed up with the Mob and sold g*ns for a living'
and kept a mistress!
My God, why shouldn't I be hurt?
I would hate that man and everything he stood for.
There's got to be a mistake.
There's no mistake.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
It's not my fault that we didn't see Joe changing.
Our love and acceptance of him was firmly in place years ago.
There's no reason to question it.
How? How could it happen?
I don't know.
But whatever Joe needed, it was more than we could give him.
[sniffles]
I do know that he never stopped loving you.
'Nothing could change that.'
Spenser, why?
If we're ever gonna know the whole truth..
...I need your help.
I've got a lead, a name.
'Paul Johnson.'
You know him. You recognized the name.
I know the name, a man who, who called himself that
left several messages for Joe last week here.
The man we're talkin' about tried to k*ll me last night.
My God!
My God, Spenser!
[sobbing] Oh, God!
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(Spenser) 'Beauregard.'
Beauregard, it's the doctor.
- How are you feelin'? - Spenser!
Am I glad to see you.
- Ah! So you're not going blind? - No!
No. Isn't it great? It was my contacts.
They got messed up in the washing machine.
[laughs]
- You get the blow-up for me? - Oh.
Yeah, sure.
Came out real clear.
That is the face you wanted, right?
Yeah.
But there's another face that shouldn't be here.
- Can you put the tape back up? - Yeah, sure.
It'll, uh, it'll come up on that monitor.
Can you zoom in past the lady?
'There in the doorway. Okay, slow it down.'
(Beauregard) 'Sure.'
(Spenser) 'He's carrying something, but I can't see what it is.'
'Freeze it.'
(Beauregard) 'Looks like a g*n.'
A musket.
Trevor should be back before long.
He had a few purchases to make in Boston.
- Care for a cup of tea? - Uh, yes, please.
- Smells very good. - English tea.
- Brewed the old-fashioned way. - Mm-hmm.
- Is that where you're from? - London.
Well, but we're natives here now.
'Been, uh, almost years.'
Is that your son?
Yes. That's our Philip.
- Named after the prince. - Ah.
He's very handsome. Does he live here?
No.
He d*ed last year.
- In the service of his country. - I'm sorry.
He volunteered, you see?
We were livin' here at the time
but he went home.
They made him an officer in the British Army
then sent him off to Northern Ireland on active duty.
I don't like to think about it.
He was such a good boy.
I mean, a good man.
It's so stupid.
All this v*olence, all this k*lling.
(Joe on tape) 'It's a very promising.. Wait a minute. Hold on.'
'Yes. Hello?'
- 'Damn you, Joe Kelly!' - 'Wait, who is this?'
(Peg on tape) 'We know who you are and what you did!'
'You'll do it no more! He'll find you and..'
How did your son die, Mrs. Martin?
I can't say anything. You'll have to talk to my husband.
Did Joe Kelly have something to do with his death?
I can't tell you. I can't. I can't.
Did your husband k*ll Joe Kelly with this?
Our son's dead because of him.
He d*ed on a street corner in Belfast
sh*t by a child
with a p*stol smuggled to him by Joe Kelly!
That's how he d*ed, and hundreds like him.
What would you do?
What?
What would you do?
[sobbing]
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(Spenser) "And a long while yet will you keep
that great mother's grief."
I think the line came from Dostoyevsky.
I thought of it because I couldn't think then
how to answer this mother's question.
Fortunately, there wasn't much time for contemplation.
When I reached my office, Hawk had called.
And when I drove to meet him
I knew time for reflection was over.
- Who's inside? - Johnson.
Another party of one drove up in there.
- It's gotta be Martin. Come on. - No, no, no. Slow your roll.
Let me tell you about this guy Johnson.
See, he's one of these special-forces types.
However, he does not read soldier or fortune
he writes it. Ergo, do not cross that threshold without a plan.
- I got a plan. - Ah.
You sh**t anybody who tries to sh**t me.
You know, I'm glad you got this thing worked out.
[g*n cocks]
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(Martin) 'Where were these headed?'
Ireland? Iran?
Maybe Southeast Asia?
I told you that's classified.
Whoever bids the highest for your dirty work.
- Isn't that the truth? - I work for the government.
You work for Kelly. Or you did.
I've had a year to learn it all.
Tracing down the g*ns he bought.
And you shipped to Belfast.
I've got all the serial numbers from last year.
Including the one that k*lled my son.
- You're crazy. - Perhaps.
But there are men at the Bureau of Firearms
who are not.
They've done all the paperwork to convict you
'if they could find you.'
But I'm going to save them the trouble.
Look, look, there's gotta be a better way.
He's right, Mr. Martin. So is your wife.
There's no sense to all this v*olence.
Stay out of this, mister!
I just talked to her.
'She wouldn't want you to do this.'
There's been enough pain already.
It ends here!
No, it doesn't.
If he dies, it starts all over again.
Somebody else takes his place.
'But you can help stop it.'
I can't forgive him!
'Don't you see?'
All I see is your grief.
Show me your compassion.
[g*nsh*t]
[screams]
[g*nsh*t]
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[groans]
[grunting]
[splashing]
Right over here. We got the area cleared for you.
(Quirk) Michael didn't know what his brother was doin'?
No. It was Joe's secret.
The toys were distributed from the plant.
And Joe paid to have some of 'em sent to the warehouse
in Lexington.
He substituted g*ns in some of the toy boxes
and then had 'em sent back here for shipment overseas.
You know, I-I-I'm still not clear
on a piece of this puzzle, Spenser.
What's all that stuff about Kelly being late?
Uh, Johnson told me that Joe owed him money
for past shipments, refused to pay.
Tried to reach him at his house, he couldn't.
So he stopped him on his Paul Revere ride
outside the Lexington warehouse. That's why he was late.
What a mess. Nobody got off clean.
There's not much to feel sorry over, is it?
- w*r is a pity. - What?
There's so much hatred in the world.
(woman on radio) 'Alpha --. -- Acorn.'
'Excessive noise complaint. See the manager.'
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(Spenser) My heart ached for Catherine Kelly
and for a friendship lost.
Mrs. Martin was as much a victim of Joe Kelly's g*ns
as were her son and husband.
I offered her my condolences
but a mother losing her son could not be consoled.
It was only a few miles away from here
the first British soldier d*ed
during that opening battle of our revolution.
Hidden g*ns and a populace in revolt
were involved then as now.
And then as now, young men d*ed for causes they believed in.
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