Kati is afraid he'll k*ll himself if he keeps pushing.
(man on phone) 'You're gonna die, Quirk.'
[gasping]
Marty, you should retire.
You want me to babysit him?
- So who are you guys? - Mind your job.
- Abbott and Costello. - Frick and Frack.
My guy concerned about a police lieutenant
who happened to ID you at the scene of the crime.
- I can handle it, Spenser. - No you can't handle it.
[g*nf*re]
Marty, don't die.
[theme music]
[music continues]
[music continues]
[bells jingling]
Open the drawer.
Open it!
Get out of the way!
You want something done right, you gotta do it yourself, eh?
[chuckles]
[intense music]
[g*n cocks]
- There you go. Thank you. - Thank you.
[g*nsh*t]
(female # ) 'Did you hear that?'
[dramatic music]
Hey, watch out!
[horn honking]
Hey!
Get the police, miss!
Stop! Police!
[dog barking]
[music continues]
[police siren blaring]
Don't worry, lieutenant. We'll get him.
Hold it!
[indistinct radio chatter]
[instrumental music]
[panting] Oh.
The table is set.
Marty's bringing the flowers.
- Salad-- - Is ready.
- Hmm. - Wine!
Mm-hm.
Katie long ago confided in me the secret
of throwing a dinner party while being married
to a police officer.
Which is?
Very simple, never serve roast and always serve wine.
- Mm. - Oh, please sit down.
Sit down.
Now Marty gets off at
which means he left at ..
And it's now.
Maybe he's running a shuttle service.
At last.
I hope you're still hungry.
See, if you'd stopped to call, it takes that much more time.
You mean no news is good news?
Well, if you're dead or hurt why bother to call at all.
I think these can still be saved. Hm?
[chuckles] Thank you.
[sighs]
- 'Well!' - Oh-ho! Susan.
Always beautiful.
- And Spenser! - What about me?
Always Spenser.
Where you've been?
Got involved in a hold up.
Storekeeper pulled a g*n, got hit pretty bad.
'Some good swift response by the uniforms though.'
I like to see that.
- He catch the guy? - Yeah. Sure.
You want me to wash up, dear?
Oh, just change your shirt.
We've been inhaling this meal for over an hour.
I'm sorry. I'll hurry as fast as I can.
Is Marty okay? He looks a little wan.
Well, chasing bad guys all day is tough business.
He did look a little tired.
Well, after years I've seen it before.
But very soon he is going to do trout fishing at Lake Sunapee.
- 'Marty! Get down here!' - I'm on my way.
(Frank) 'What a nerve in that kid..'
'Clean self-defense with a robbery in progress.'
He's in a lot deeper than he expected now.
Ah, yeah, sure, with the old man dead.
But the PD still got him out on bail, you believe that?
All we can do is catch 'em, Frank.
Ah, yeah. I know, Marty. It's just..
Catching them over and over again wears me out.
Wears me out too, but that's our job.
(male # ) 'Hey!'
That old man tried to blow me away, mister.
'You can't testify to dirt and make it stick!'
I'll see you again jack!
Anytime, friend.
- Lieutenant Quirk. - Hi.
I sure am glad to see you.
Well, uh, I'm out on parole now.
I gotta tell ya, I'm gonna do this on the up and up.
I told that parole board and I'm, uh..
...I'm really sorry, I, uh, I got involved.
It was crazy, I mean a wild sh*t..
...catches a cop, he gets hurt, I-I go up..
I mean, my brother's k*lled.
Anyway, it's all behind me now and, uh
'no hard feelings to you, lieutenant.'
You did what you had to do and in a way
I'm grateful you sent me up.
I mean it gave me a chance to get my head screwed on straight.
See ya, Murph.
I-I'm really glad I'm out, lieutenant.
And I'm staying out, believe me.
Yeah.
Lieutenant, isn't that the guy that sh*t Larry Jasmann?
[crickets chirping]
Would you like to ask the girls to come up to the lake?
Uh, Katie, I don't know about going to Sunapee next week.
Marty, now don't you even start with me.
You need the time off.
I'm not saying we're going to go
I just think it should be another week.
This hold up, it's taken all of my--
You let Belson have it.
You're not the only detective in the whole world.
[g*nsh*t]
Katie, down!
[g*nsh*t]
Katie, you alright? Sweetheart? Talk to me.
- Are you alright? - Yes, I'm...I'm alright.
- Oh. - Oh, Marty.
[exhales]
Marty, you got sh*t at in front of your own home!
You know how these things happen.
It was some wild sh*ts, some neighborhood punks--
These are all random act of v*olence
that just happened to be aimed at a Boston homicide lieutenant
who just happen to be a witness in a, in a m*rder case?
You're saying that it was Sean Winston, that kid
doesn't have the brains, I'm telling you that!
Maybe somebody else does! Maybe he's well connected.
Maybe he's part of a protection racket--
Now back off, Frank, will ya?
If there is a case, I'll take care of it.
I don't need you making up one for me
and next time I'll pick the restaurant.
Excuse me, Spenser, I've got to take care of my stomach.
You bet.
I knew he wasn't gonna go for it.
Maybe he doesn't have intestinal fortitude.
Come on, Spenser, I'm talking about the police protection.
- Ah, he won't go for that. - No.
He says he's gonna tough it out.
It could have been anyone sh**ting at anyone.
Didn't have anything to do with him.
Oh, he's not dumb.
I mean, if he thought he couldn't handle it
he'd pull you in.
Yeah, well, just in case
I'm-I'm thinking there are times
when you can get things done that we can't.
You want me to babysit him?
- You're that worried? - Yes, I am.
I don't know, I'm a little particular about who I work for
so it'll have to be a freebie.
Thanks, Spenser. Hey, I don't want him to get wind of this.
No, I'll be as quiet as a mouse.
- Come on, let me buy you a dog. - No, no, thanks.
I'm tough but I'm not that tough.
Hey! No guts no glory.
(Spenser) Like all top notch detectives I knew the most important thing
to do before I started a long stake out
was to run my errands.
You know, stock up on food, have plenty of clean clothes.
If you go shadowing somebody like Marty, it wouldn't be
a to job.
Come to think of it, I sure wouldn't mind
having some help.
Well, a friend in need is a friend indeed.
How about giving me a hand here?
Clothes finally where they belong.
Besides, that kinda put you into some long green
where you can buy yourself a whole brand new set
of double knits.
Well, I'm a little busy at the moment if you hadn't noticed.
Not too busy for this dig.
The last of the wealthy Texas oil barons
are having a convention in Dallas
and they need the services of some professional
security guard gentleman
for which they are paying professional rates $ a day.
Why are you still here telling me about it?
They say it's a two man game.
Oh, so you're inviting me?
You always jump into my mind, baby, besides
the big pay off comes in a night
when these gentlemen gather around a table
for a serious poker game.
A game which I know we can get ourselves into
because you and me
be very seriously good at poker.
Yes, this is true, also very enticing.
Unfortunately, I got a gig of my own, alright.
Somebody took a sh*t at Martin Quirk.
Belson figures whoever did might try again.
As a matter of fact, I could use your help.
Mmnh, I know the name of this tango
but you gonna have to dance it alone this time, babe.
I cannot possibly conceive of me
giving up this good quantity of money
to protect a man.
We're not taking about a man
we're talking about Martin Quirk.
Ah, na-na-na.
You ain't going to make bad money for this.
No, unh-unh.
I've never worn double knit in my life.
No!
You know all that coffee is
probably what's giving you the indigestion.
This just came in for you upstairs.
[sighs]
What are you doing? That message is clearly a death thr*at.
And I'm telling you, it's coming from the Winston kid.
You-you gotta let me put some back-up on.
It's just one phone call, Frank.
The men have got more to do than follow me around.
Well, at least let me haul his butt in here for questions.
- On what evidence? - He's a suspect, Marty.
He's the only good suspect we've got in this sh**ting.
We've gotta show him we mean business.
On what evidence, Frank? Come on!
I'll be right back.
[intense music]
[breathing heavily]
[gasps]
[music continues]
[machine beeping]
[mellow music]
Better.
But we've got to keep a close watch.
[phone ringing]
Yes? Sergeant Belson, it's for you.
Belson.
You what!
No. No, it's alright. I'm on it.
Doctor said she doesn't know yet.
Thanks, Jackie.
[phone bangs]
I'll stay with Katie.
Hey, where are you going?
Oh, we had the Winston kid
on the surveillance, but the blues lost him.
I'm gonna find him, when I do
I'm gonna kick that little snot all over Boston.
He did this to Marty, the sh**ting, the phone threats
he drove him to a heart att*ck.
What, you wanna some roust kid who's just out on bail?
Whatever it takes.
And blow the only case you got against him?
What do you want me to do, Spenser?
Sit around with my thumb in my ear
watching Marty in there barely breathing?
Tubes coming out of his nose! I can't do it.
Now somebody is trying to k*ll him outright
or-or, or scare him to death, I don't know what!
I'm not gonna stand around and let that happen.
Neither am I.
Look, let me go roust and
and kick that little snot all over Boston.
[sighs] I don't wanna leave Marty hanging alone...or Katie.
Right. You stay here, I'll go talk to the kid.
[machines beeping]
[chuckles]
You know, Marty has been sh*t twice, I..
I thought that would prepare me for anything.
Captain Jeffries came to the house the first time
I saw him through the glass in the front door
I wouldn't answer it, I was sure if the captain came
it meant Marty was dead and..
...if I didn't let him tell me then he'd be okay.
- And he was. - I know.
And he's going to be again this time.
He has to be.
I don't know.
He spent a lifetime pushing himself
and working late, never letting up..
Damn it, he's done it to himself. And..
I don't know if that heals like a b*llet wound.
[sobbing] Marty don't die.
Don't die. Don't let him..
- Hmm. - Howdy, partner.
Hmm.
How many days until that gig in Dallas?
Uno. More if I drop a dime.
Well, if you free me up I could be your second man.
I suppose I might get interested again.
What will it take to free you up?
Oh, easy job. Gotta find a kid.
Petty thief named Sean Winston.
- And? - Have a little talk with him.
- Your talk or mine? - Mine.
You know I'm getting sick and tired
of your abhorrent behavior.
Whoo, I just get chills
when you use the big words.
Yeah, dropping all that big money
to protect the police, and now you're tracking down children
and talk. What next?
I was thinking of planting an herb garden.
[sighs]
I don't see why we can't discharge you tomorrow.
But you must swear to me that you'll rest.
Which means stay in bed.
Watch good TV. You can even read.
[exhales] I got you, doctor.
You may take a brief walk daily but if you must climb stairs
let someone help you.
I can get Sergeant Belson to carry me
up to the station house.
[sighs] Marty.
Angina in your case is caused by coronary disease.
A weakened muscle.
I'd like to recommend an angiogram
and schedule surgery.
Doctor, what about, what about exercise
and more vegetables or fish?
- Hey, I don't want any surgery. - You have a right to refuse.
We can certainly try to control it with drug therapy diet
and a change in lifestyle.
Lifestyle includes environment
eliminating things that result in stress.
Marty, you should retire
'or you'll die a lot sooner than you expected.'
[instrumental music]
[grunting]
Too much wear on the left side of the sole
bad for the balance.
'Looking for Sean Winston.'
No Sean here, man.
Yeah. Go fish.
Go fish.
Whoa, we got some funny guys around here, huh?
Go fish, that's good.
- This looks like a Sean to me. - Hey.
This is real leather, man.
Bet it cost somebody a lot of money, huh, man?
Yeah.
So who are you guys?
- Abbott and Costello. - Frick and Frack.
Right.
How much longer I gotta listen to cute talk
before you tell me what you want?
Now this is how it looks.
You're a cheap little hood who
somehow ended up k*lling a guy.
And who the hell are you, man?
I'm a guy with a problem.
I'm a guy concerned about a police lieutenant
who happened to ID you at the scene of the crime.
Now, this lieutenant is not an altogether bad guy
as a matter of fact, he's a friend of mine.
Now somebody sh*t up my friend's car.
He's been making phone calls leaving nasty messages
which sounds like something a cheap little punk like you
might do and think was real smart, you know.
Man explain things to death now.
Tell me this, Beastie Boy, you know Quirk?
- Yeah. - You messing with him?
No! No way.
They tell me you k*lled a man.
I didn't mean to, he had a g*n.
Hm, now you tell me about Quirk, what're you doing to him?
Nothing. I told you.
Ain't crazy. Ain't going after no cop.
Thought I'd make speed things up a bit, Dallas is calling.
Get out of here.
- Boy didn't do it. - He didn't do it.
No, but ol' Spenser gonna find out who did, right?
- Tsk. - Right.
[sighs]
Are you finished with your cereal?
Mmh. Yeah, it's very good.
Good.
Thank you.
[phone ringing]
[intense music]
- Hello. - 'Heart att*ck, huh, cop?'
'Tsk, you should have run with it.'
Took the easy way out.
You're gonna die, Quirk.
You're gonna die. I'm making sure of it.
It's such a hot night, you have extremely cold feet.
You're so sweet to warm them up for me.
Would you please turn out the light?
You tired?
I've gotta relieve Hawk at .
Does Marty know he's being watched?
No, it will infuriate him if he found out.
Will you please turn out the light?
Which wouldn't be good. I spoke to Katie today.
She says Marty's already talking about going back to work.
- Yeah. - He has to rest.
It wasn't a full blown heart att*ck this time
but he has to keep the stress levels as low as possible.
Maybe that is what he's trying to do.
By going back to work?
That's what he's done everyday of his life
for the last years.
Can you imagine
that man hanging around the house
in house sleepers watching game shows
and-and soap operas?
God! Talk about stress.
Spenser, Katie is afraid.
She thinks there have been other threats
since the sh**ting.
- What threats? - There was a phone call.
Marty barely spoke then he left the house.
She said he seemed shaken.
Well, ahem, maybe that's why he is going back to work early.
- Solve his own case. - There's more to it than that.
Katie told me something that Marty wanted her to keep quiet.
The doctor says he should retire.
Uhm.
Katie is afraid he'll k*ll himself if he keeps pushing
so she asked me to see if you would talk to him.
Uh, what makes you think he's gonna listen to me?
Because you're his friend.
She said the two of you are a lot alike.
That you're always trying to carry the weight of the world
on your shoulders.
- Is that what you think? - 'Among other things.'
Yeah. What things?
Well, I think you're also compassionate and sensitive.
- 'Hmm. Warm.' - Understanding.
- Caring, modest. - Humble.
- That's a good word. - 'The big H.'
And very, very sexy.
That's not gonna help Marty Quirk much.
Turn off the light.
[chuckles]
Did I forget to mention smooth?
[chuckles]
Heard you got a phone call?
The phone rings and I answer it.
Belson's kinda worried about these threats
you don't seem to be.
So?
I've checked out the Winston kid--
Spenser you had no business doing that.
He's not the one but you knew that already, didn't you?
I told Frank.
'He's not the one but you know who is.'
Give him to me. Let me go get him.
No, because I'm still a cop, it's my case
besides there's no real proof.
I can get proof. Let me get proof.
I can handle it, Spenser.
No, you can't handle it.
Not anymore.
My father worked right up till the day he d*ed, Spenser.
Is that what you think you have to do? Die with your boots on.
Because you will, you know.
I didn't doubt for a second that I would get through this okay
and I never thought about the fact that one of these days
I was gonna die.
It's reality.
You think about it? Hm?
Only when somebody takes a sh*t at me.
Kinda...puts me in that frame of mind.
I've been sh*t a couple of times.
I always pulled through without a hitch.
I guess I figured I could pull through dying too.
So many new pressure, Spenser.
God!
I feel useless.
I'm getting old.
I can't do the things that I've always done before.
You're not the uniform on the street.
[sighs]
You're the brains, you're the instinct
you haven't lost that.
I think about the moment
I couldn't get a breath.
My chest felt like I ran into a brick wall
and I.. Boom. I went down.
I mean down.
Everything seems to be alright now.
I mean the blood is, is pumping again.
Hell, it's not the same.
Somebody says, "Hey, how you doing? How you feeling?"
You know what I do?
I start to cry.
Cry!
I can't stop.
[sighs]
Okay, it was Clay Roper.
I recognized his voice when he telephoned the house.
[intense music]
(Spenser) I found out from Belson that Clay Roper had sh*t
a young cop named Larry Jasmann.
Seems a couple of uniforms were on a stakeout.
Clay, his older brother and their buddies got drunk
started interfering with the uniforms.
Somebody started playing with g*ns.
Quirk was called in on backup and had to sh**t.
Clay's brother d*ed.
Quirk had testified twice against Clay's parole.
Now he was out.
Clay Roper?
Yeah. Maybe. What do you want?
We're friends of Martin Quirk.
We understand you're making some nasty phone calls.
We thought we'd just hang around a while and make sure
your mouth's the only thing you're sh**ting off.
Take a good look at me, man. I'm on parole.
I'm not getting caught even spitting on the sidewalk.
Tsk. Excellent use of imagery.
- 'What is it with you cops?' - We're not cops.
Not even close.
Whoever.
You got nothing on me.
We got you, pal.
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
(Spenser) The job was the same, only the target had changed.
Instead of babysitting Marty, Hawk and I were going to
keep an eye on the man that was threatening him.
Sort of watching the watcher.
Now by watching this guy Roper, I didn't mean
hiding around corners and peeking through windows.
I wanted him to see us
and make him nervous.
[horn honking]
A nervous man can make a mistake.
It'll only take one.
He knew it and I knew it.
[music continues]
You wear the black tie.
You look good in black.
[sighs]
You know there are four new buds
on the roses since you plant them.
- Yeah? - Mmh.
Hmm.
Marty..
...I don't look good in black.
Are you going to tell me not to go?
[chuckles] Is that all it takes?
Alright, yes. Don't go.
I think you're being selfish.
Depriving your daughters of a loving father
you're depriving me of the only man I ever loved.
And you don't have to do that. You don't have to die yet.
Oh, damn it.
I love you!
This game here..
...not as exciting as poker.
But it does seem to make Mr. Clay edgy.
It's all part of the plan.
You have a plan?
- You doubted me? - Never.
But I was absolutely sure that either you had a plan
was working on one, or considered working on one.
- Thank you. - Now..
Before you bring some more of this brown stuff
you're calling food, uh, explain to me what the plan is.
Oh, it's very complex.
This is my impressed look.
Well, actually, the first phase of the plan
was to make Mr. Clay edgy.
Fait accompli. In our room
fast forward to the last tune.
We get him agitated enough to make a run at Marty.
We take him out or we get him agitated enough
to make a run at us and we take him out.
That rockhead don't have no sense to give up?
Nope. Quirk sh*t his brother.
What's the matter with you two, huh? You hungry?
Here! Get some meat. Come on!
Go and make breakfast.
[indistinct chatter]
What is it with you?
[indistinct shouting]
[chuckles]
- What's wrong with you? - Get out of here!
- 'You cannot do that.' - Get him out of here!
Get him out of here! I don't want him!
He is getting irritated. This feels like a good plan.
- Yeah. - Uh-huh.
What do want from me!
[laughter]
Come on, bro. Let's go.
- 'Hey Marty, you wanna see me?' - Yeah, come on in. Sit down.
Want some coffee? Geez, I forgot.
How about I run downstairs and get you a soda?
- It'll take me two seconds-- - Frank!
Have a seat, will ya?
[sighs]
I put in for retirement this morning.
I recommended to the commissioner
that you be promoted to lieutenant in my place.
I'm gonna be leaving at the end of the week.
Well, I'm...really gonna miss you, Marty.
Yeah, me too.
Uh..
Congratulations.
[laughs]
Oh, Frank.
[Spenser humming]
So, where is your cute black sidekick?
Whoa! Oh-ho-ho!
You better hope Hawk didn't hear you say that.
He hates being called cute.
[stammering] Let me get this straight now.
You're Quirk's protection but the black guy is your protection
is that right?
Yeah, that's right. Here I am, all alone.
Yeah.
[grunting]
[grunting]
[groans]
Come on, man, buddy.
Gonna be late for work. It's .
Yeah, come on.
Yeah.
[whistling]
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
So, Frank..
Who's gonna keep the food off of your lapels now?
Well, I figured I can count on you, Spenser.
You saw Marty, huh?
Yeah. Is it true you're really the new boss, huh?
Well, it's-it's not official, Spenser but, yeah
Marty did put in a good word with the commissioner for me.
- I'm glad for you, Frank. - Thanks a lot, Spenser.
You know, I never thought this day would come.
I passed that lieutenant's exam three years ago.
What do you need?
Oh, some more background on that guy
I've been harassing.
- Roper? - Yeah.
Yeah, what's the news on him?
Well, he's definitely feeling the heat.
I figure he's gonna make a move real soon.
The way I boxed him around on the street
I guess he's gonna have some friends.
Yeah, and when he does you'll let me know about it?
- Why? Don't I always. - Always.
Gentlemen and ladies, I'd like to introduce
Lt. Lt. Nick Webster.
He's transferred over from Lincoln Heights
'and since the recent retirement of Lt. Martin Quirk'
'as of today, he'll be taking his place.'
'Well, lieutenant, I'll leave you to settle in'
and meet your people.
Thank you, sir.
Carry on, gentlemen, don't let me interrupt you.
- Thank you, sir. - Uh, Lt. Webster..
It's nice to have you aboard.
I'm Sergeant Belson. Frank Belson.
I've heard a couple of excellent reports on you, Belson.
- And this is? - The name is Spenser.
- Congratulations, lieutenant. - Thank you.
Uh, Spenser is a friend of mine, sir.
He's helping out a little on a case.
He's what?
Since when do we allow civilian assistance in police matters?
Well, it's a very special case, sir.
Uh, he's a private investigator.
I don't like PI's much.
Oh, it's those, uh, tawdry paperbacks
that give us a bad rep.
Uh, Spenser used to be on the force, sir.
I specially don't care for cops that quit the force.
Well, what if I didn't quit?
You know, you and I can go back and forth like this all day.
Well, that seems to be an excellent reason
to drop kick your butt out of here.
Show him the front door and how to use it.
Come on.
Any words is short to take that.
Oh, jeez.
Oh, Spenser can be a wiseacre sometime--
Excuse me. I-I understand.
You worked very closely with former Lt. Quirk
but I run things now.
And I run them my way.
Are we gonna have a problem with that..
...sergeant?
[instrumental music]
Although he's on parole
Mr. Roper's paid his debt to the public and he's entitled
to protection of law just like everybody else.
He's never gonna be president.
But he's entitled to the protection of the court
Mr. Spenser. Now, if I see you anywhere near my client
I'm gonna slap you with a restraining order
and I've got friends who will see that your license
is pulled. Now is that clear, Mr. Spenser?
'Do you have any questions, Mr. Spenser?'
Any of your comments?
Yeah, couple of comments.
'First of all, I don't have time to fight'
'your crummy legal paperwork'
and the thought of who your friends are is truly terrifying
but more importantly, it doesn't matter anymore
because I don't think Clay here is my guy.
To take out a cop like Martin Quirk would take guts.
[no audio] Bang.
Um, forensics has a positive ID on the m*rder w*apon, sir.
It was stolen in a residential burglary last year.
What a surprise.
- Uh-huh. - If I can..
If I can save you some time in this case, sir
this is one that I've been working on.
- The victim is Lt. Quirk. - Mm-hm.
Surveillance prove up anything on this kid?
Sean Winston. No, sir.
Phone calls untraceable, no physically threatening activity
is there of the sh**ting incident?
Uh, no, sir, but we've got a darn good suspect now.
Well, then we can close this case down, sergeant
unless some activity resumes.
He's-he's-he's still getting the threatening phone calls
at-at home even.
[sighs] Well, there's no evidence
of any connection between the phone calls
and the sh**t.
This is not a case for our department.
And unless another attempt is made..
...that's standard procedure.
Standard procedure?
Waiting till Marty gets sh*t, you mean?
Sergeant, we have quite a number of active cases here before us.
Now I understand you're quite good and I prefer to have you
working on more important matters.
Fine, load me up. I'll take all the other cases.
But I'm not laying off Marty's case.
A cop's life is in danger, lieutenant, proof or no.
He's my friend, lieutenant.
- New location? - 'Yeah.'
I got caught undercover by his parole officer.
Hmm.
He said he's gonna get a restraining order.
- Press harassment charges. - Mm-hm.
Maybe try to yank my license.
How are you gonna handle a scary thing like that?
I was thinking about moving to Rhode Island.
Maybe I'll just check out his buddies instead.
Thinking he gonna move.
Only if he thinks we've been scared off.
Why don't we encourage him to assume that?
I've just become...invisible.
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Here's the deal. We go into the house.
We sh**t at sight..
[indistinct chatter]
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[doorbell ringing]
Hey, Spenser.
Thought I'd drop by and see
how the retirement was going.
Come on in.
What are you doing?
So you got yourself a rocking chair yet?
No, not yet.
Did you hear about Frank? Boy, is that crumby.
Yeah, I heard.
You didn't come all the way out here to make me feel worse.
- Did you? - Ha, no.
Commissioner says there's no money
for promotions
so he had to go and get another man
from another station who's supposed to have
a very impressive sheet.
Yeah, well, he impressed me alright.
I heard that.
Oh, you got a hotline over there?
Where are you going?
'I got to do of these...everyday.'
Ah.
I understand you're gonna take that vacation?
Oh, yeah. Day after tomorrow.
Well, we may even stay longer.
Three or four weeks.
Katie's all ready.
Hendersons are up there she says.
We're gonna meet later on tonight
have dinner and talk about maybe going in on a boat together.
Hmm. Maybe you should take off early for the lake.
Spenser, would you like to screw around a little longer
or tell me what you really have.
- Such a smart guy. - And you're such an easy read.
Hey, I gotta learn something in all these years.
- You still on Roper? - Like cheap cologne.
I guess we irritated him enough.
He's parole officer had to scare me off with harassment charge.
Now he figures he can come at me.
He's in the clear, right?
I got a phone call from Hawk.
Roper's making friends, making arrangements.
My guess is he'll try real soon.
So why don't you and Katie have a nice dinner
with the Hendersons and then just keep
going on up to the lake?
I'll pick Katie over.
Look, I've been a cop for years
I can sure as hell be one for one more day.
Now one more day could k*ll you, Marty.
A lot of people care about you and Katie.
You gotta think about that.
Alright. I'll think about it.
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All they had was instant decaf.
[clattering]
Hold it. Phew.
- So you made your decision? - Yeah, I had to be here.
- What about Katie? - She's alright.
- She's a cops wife , Spenser. - Yeah?
Thanks, Hawk.
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Hawk.
Marty.
[g*nf*re]
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[grunting]
[g*n cocks]
[music continues]
[door creaking]
[music continues]
[grunting]
[crashing]
Ow.
[music continues]
[g*nsh*t]
[g*nf*re]
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chatter]
Now excuse me, ma'am, but no one.. Oh.
[sighs] Marty!
[mellow music]
Oh!
[car engine revving]
(Spenser) If a man's worth is measured in conviction and courage
Marty Quirk had no equal.
He would always be a friend
but saddened me to see him pass from our life
as a professional.
Someone would take his place on the force.
No one would ever replace him.
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