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Tonight on Spencer for High... You hired me to keep your sister in mid condition.

You lucked out the part about the high powered rifle and the assassin.

Spencer, I'm a prominent bestiator. I'm working for your sister. I'm God's sister.

International hitman.

Bye.

Slow down with age. Stay out of my way, Spencer. You have company. Dine's a client.

We're going to have her stay here tonight. Some people deserve to die.

It's a one-man army.

See you later, Lowe, please.

All right.

Get inside. Come on.

Bye, guys. Have a great day. Have a good one. Have a nice day. Have a safe trip.

Bye. Bye.

Pretty independent guy. In fact, I place a real premium on it.

I mean, I keep my overhead down. I own my own wardrobe and my car outright.

So what a client only gives me half the story.

I tell him exactly where to stuff his business. Him or her, as in this case.

No matter. I'm an equal opportunity employee.

The ancient mariner woke up sadder but wiser, Diane.

But when something like this happens to me, I don't wake up sad. I wake up mad.

What is it, Mr. Spencer? You hired me to serve, protect, and keep

your sister in mint condition, right? Right.

You said that her old boyfriend was trying to get back with her.

But you didn't trust him. That something was peculiar about him, maybe even

dangerous. Yes. You lucked out the part about the high-powered rifle

and the assassin.

Busboy took the bullet. He's dead.

Oh, no. Oh, Mr. Spencer, there has to be some mistake. Yeah, two mistakes.

You sold me a bill of goods and I bought them.

You think I lied to you?

Why would I do that?

Why would i hire you and then deliberately go

out of my way to make your work impossible?

I don't know what's going on Mr. Spencer.

First you tell me somebody tried to kill my

sister and then you practically accuse me of

having something to do with it. Miss Tears is conscious. I'm sorry.

It's okay, the storm's over. I'm telling you the truth.

All I know is that Donna said that George Garrett hurt her. Hurt her how?

Beat her up? Got her pregnant? Fired from a job?

She wouldn't say. But I was right about Mr. Garrett being in trouble

for Don and wasn't I? Yes, you were right.

We'd want a killer if not Jarrett.

I don't know.

Do you know where she is? Have you seen her?

No. No.

Please help me, Mr. Spencer.

I was right to hire you, wasn't I?

We're gonna find out, aren't we?

What the hell? In for a penny, in for a pound, my grandmother used to say.

And the lady did call me Mr. Spencer. I sort of like that.

that I need deference to add stature to my life. Susan Silverman would know.

I was an hour late for our luncheon date. Obviously, Susan was devastating.

Hi there, fella. You want a party? It's raining in here, so caution before entering.

Well, just don't get too close to my parade, because I, my love, am soaring.

Spreading sunshine. Let somebody's got some good news.

I could use some good news. Ed Howard, the chairman of my department,

is going to a conference in San Francisco.

And I'll have all of his research assistants. He's chosen one to go along.

Guess who. You? Good guess. Well, that's great. That's terrific. That's wonderful.

It's four days and three nights.

Is this the Ed Howard who's six-one looks like Carrie Grant

and plays racquetball every afternoon? Very one. The same Ed Howard.

whose daddy bought him rolls convertible last summer,

or the one who monopolized you in the kitchen at the Christmas party for four hours.

Is this the guy we're talking about?

We're talking the top people in psychology in the country

are going to be at this conference. It's the opportunity of a lifetime for me.

I'm sure. That's great. I mean, I think it's terrific. It's just, it's peachy keen.

You're jealous, aren't you? Jealous? Me, jealous? Why would I be jealous?

Is it annoying? Yes, it is. Very annoying.

Also a little endearing, sort of like dating the cutest

football player in the 11th grade. Well, no 11th grader could ever

hope to handle something like this all by himself.

You suggest a professional guidance? Oh, yeah. Lots of them.

Good. We'll start the second I get back from San Francisco. What?

So you're really going? Say after tomorrow. You know, it's not too late.

You could tell him right now that you can't go. I love you, Spencer.

Call me after football practice.

I love.

You lost again, Frank? Nah, just taking you in.

Maybe you got some smart alecans for Lieutenant Quirk. Taking me in for what?

Something about a naked nun.

That security guard must have opened the wrong door, or he got himself strangled.

Yeah, we've been by the cafe, talked to the maitre d.

Looks like you were within spitting distance of his next victim. Closer.

Maybe you were the mark. What?

You've been a target so often you're a menace to tourism.

My client hired me to keep an eye on her sister.

Thought maybe the sister, Zeck Slover, wanted to rematch.

Mike, it ugly, she said no. Your client's sister was a woman at the table?

That's right. Where is she now? I don't know. So who is a lover?

His name is George Garen. The guy at the tables before the shooting.

Hey, that's good, Frank. Let's hope for you yet.

What else you got? That's it. You're not spent.

So that wouldn't fill ahead of a pen. That's the long version. This George Garrett.

Who's he? Don't know. I want to talk to your client. What's the name?

Bite your tongue, Lieutenant. Open your eyes, will you?

We got one man strangled, one kid who stopped a bullet

before he stopped growing, and one miss target, which

is good for at least one replay. Marty, I can't let you talk to her

unless she wants to talk you. Oh, come on, will ya, Spencer?

What's with this privilege information stuff? You're no doctor. You're not lawyer.

You're just another ex-cop running around serving your own interests.

And you're damn lucky that a lot of people

will get along in this business better than you ever did,

and will look the other way every time you bend the rules.

That's good, Frank. You said that all in one breath. Just a minute.

You're going to make me issue a subpoena. Marty, I work for my client, not for you.

Oh, yeah, another client headed for Sainthood. Hey, watch those rocks, Frank.

That monastery you work in has made a glass.

Your client doesn't have the slightest idea who was shooting at the sister?

You still think I'm holding out on you?

If you know anything about me, you know I don't work that way.

If you turn anything, I want it.

When I turn something, you got it.

You're some kind of angel, you know that?

What are you letting them get off so easy for? We're just public servants, Frank.

A private cop like Spencer can do a lot of digging where us angels fared a tread.

RUMBLING

That's what you're looking for.

This might just be it.

Thanks Joe.

Yeah! Woo-hoo!

Looks like a proud father admiring a new baby.

In the baby man, probably be this mean. Professional piece, right?

Long range automatic weapon breaks down into a handgun. Tell you something.

Somebody who needs to travel light, otherwise he'd have a weapon for every occasion.

Somebody who's on the move, maybe going places

where it's not really easy to get a piece. Different countries.

International hitman. Maybe more professional than that.

This is a real sophisticated piece of art. Well. You thinking? Spies.

A guy who'd use a piece like that. Which rock would you turn over first?

Who's going to do the turn and you and me? You got the time?

What I got is a new tailor who's real expensive.

Okay, what do you say when I get paid, you get a new suit?

How about I get payed, and now, in case you ain't around to pay later?

You know something I don't? I know a couple of dudes who use this kind of piece.

They're real good at killing people.

people.

I shall need another gun. The same specifications? Yes. I see.

Forgive me if I seem a bit hesitant,

but the modification on your weapon I sold to you are not easy to duplicate.

I don't have the luxury of time. I understand. But you understand time and my age

is not a luxury for me any longer either. $10,000.

Done.

When I first took the case, it sounded like one from my doldrums file.

But after meeting with Hawke, I knew I had to start paying attention.

If my client was a spy, I hope she wasn't on our side.

My name is Spencer. I'm a private investigator. Be still, my heart.

I'd like to talk to you.

I'm working for your sister. I haven't got a sister.

Diana York, this is her apartment. You want to keep that foot?

The police want to talk to Diane.

They gave me a chance to talk to her first. Where

is she? She's resting.

And let's you and me cover some bases.

The man this morning, the one you passed something to,

the one your sister thought might hurt you.

Who will see what's his story?

Why?

Ah, ah, ah.

Oh, Waker.

There's a beer in

the fridge. All you hard-boiled guys drink beer, right?

Not the ballpark. Once we know who's playing, who?

Coffee's cold too.

He wasn't my idea.

You don't think I invited him here, do you? He says you hired him.

Don, I did it for you. For me. You never did anything in your life for me.

Wait a minute, what do you think you're doing? Stop it.

Get out of here! Do you hear me? Get out!

I don't have any place to go, you know that. And I do what I please.

I'll make you go!

You hired that clown to find me, to follow me around and tell you everything I do.

Didn't you? Get out, get out!

here.

I've had it with you, Diane. I have had it with you. Get out!

I was her first kiddo.

God, this has to stop! It has to!

Bye.

I gave Diane time to pull herself together, literally and figuratively.

She was good at it. Of course, she had had a lot of practice.

I convinced her that spending the night with me

would be safer than a hotel, and promised

the one thing I knew for certain, the food would be better.

Diane was Donna, and Donna was Diane,

which meant that Diane had hired me to protect Donna, was herself.

I got the wondering which one of them I'd bill.

Um, you have three places?

All you ever know is gonna be dropping in.

Actually, a friend of mine is coming to spend the night.

I knew it. I knew I was imposing. Hello? Hello?

Why don't you light those and try to look chased?

Nice. Mm, smells Italian. Garlic and olive oil. I'm glad you called. Glad

you came.

Oh, you have company.

Yeah, Diane York. This is Susan Silverman. Diane's a client.

We've got a bit of a problem. We're going to have her stay here tonight.

Mr. Spencer, please. There's a hotel two blocks from here.

No, that hotel's a fire trap. Well, actually, if the two of you

have some unfinished business, I- No.

Could you excuse us for a second? Oh, yes, please. Excuse me. My stomach is upset.

What's that all about, Miss Maturity? Just a taste of your own medicine.

Silly, isn't it? And annoying? Extremely. OK. OK. I was a jerk.

I trust you completely. And you're glad I have the opportunity to go to California.

I didn't say that.

Is this menager twa going to be an all nighter? Could be. Wonderful.

There might even be a menager couch. Bob and Carol Ted and Alice?

Oh, hey, you, Diane, and Donna. That's just a little too kinky for me.

Just what's the problem here? Well, Diane went into the bathroom.

There's every possibility that Donna might come out. Donna?

Yeah, Donna's a sister she hired me to protect, except. There is no sister.

A multiple personality? You're asking me? First, I thought it was some kind of act.

She'd change her hairdo. She'd lower her voice and say, hello, I'm Donna.

But Donna talks about them like she's another person.

Even after you've seen both of them. Yeah, right.

Does either one know there's not another actual physical entity? I think so.

Does that matter? You couldn't fill a thimble with what I know about multiples,

except we've got to get her to the right shrink. I can't take her out of here.

There's two people dead already, and Donna's the target.

Look, you must know somebody who's up on this stuff. Somebody we can trust.

Somebody who'll come to the house. You're going to hate this. I'm not going to.

Yes, you are. I promise not to. Ed Howard.

I hate it. He's qualified and I trust him.

Satisfactory?

Close.

as good as the one you made with Carlos. This has a longer range.

Reloads faster. Pills, neither. A weapon is a product of craftsmanship.

It is man who kills

his brother. Right.

You working late, Sam? The craft by practice takes time.

You remember who you crafted this for.

My father taught me everything I know. He believed precision was artistry,

the gun his masterpiece. That a person who's willing to pay handsomely

for that artistry also purchase the right to anonymity.

Ah, anonymity, ah.

precision, right?

You are...

You're a very precise man.

spotless.

Everything buttoned up, screwed down.

It's not like you to leave a thing half done, is it?

Or...

Half open.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

man.

I wouldn't miss cleaning up after you.

What's this fascination you have with corpses?

Is that why you never invited me to lunch? Busboy wasn't a sniper's target.

The kid was clean, no drugs, nothing. Well, it had to be your client.

Now, are we still playing loose lips, sink ships, or are you gonna tell me his name?

Diane York 137 Hancock Street. Woman, huh? Maybe two, maybe more.

What's that supposed to mean? Diane, as a sister, Donna lives at the same address

in the same body.

Obviously she's to convince you. And Susan.

It's a friendic road. Multiple personality.

There is a difference, but don't ask me what it is.

Anyway, one of them passed something

for an Adache case right before the sniper let loose. What else?

I tracked down the weapon. The weapon by the sniper was a high-powered job.

Breaks down into a handgun for close quarters. It's a one-man army.

Used by international hitmen. It's purely speculation, of course,

but we could be talking about espionage here.

That piece was made by a smithy in Chinatown. Sam Wu. The same.

But Sam Wu just joined his ancestors in the middle of all those guns that he made.

He got himself beaten to death. Who did it?

Suspect is only giving name, rank, and serial number.

Maybe you can tell us how come he was found at arm's length from the victim. Easy.

He was working for me.

All right.

like you caught it on all sides. Old Sam have a revolving door to his back room.

Snake plugs, right?

Well, you know what they say. We all slow down with age.

Tell you what, when I run into the guy, I give him your regards.

You just go play a doctor with that schizo and stay out of my way, Spencer.

He's mine.

It was a good thing Hawk was volunteering for my rematch with my phantom assassin.

My first responsibility was to my client. Whoever she was.

Tell me about you and Donna when you were children.

Uh.

I can't remember. It's OK. It's all right. You want one? No, thanks. Have a room.

You can't rush these things.

That knows what he's doing.

I do freelance

photography. Uh-huh. And Donna, where does she work?

Uh, oh, I'm sorry.

I don't think she has a job right now.

I didn't know where Hock was, but I knew he'd be doing what he said he'd be doing.

Quirk called to tell me he was hitting the files at the Federal Intelligence Office.

Diane York, 137 Hancock Street. Keeps coming up zip.

But your boys have a file on everybody. Miss York ain't misbehaving.

What can I tell you? Thanks. Lieutenant Kwork, Jack Collins. How do you do?

Jack is our local leader, Lieutenant, and next deputy director of the agency,

as in, local boy makes good. Congratulations. Watch the tube tomorrow.

He's got a press conference in the courthouse. I'll look in on it.

Are we coming up with anything?

I'm trying to find a profile on a woman by the name of Diane York.

The lieutenant was wondering if she'd ever been a federal agent.

Computer checks, negative. OK, Roger. Let me just get back on that Atherton file.

I need that shipped first thing in the morning.

Right. Lieutenant, thank you very much for your help.

Uh, I'd also like to get a jacket on a man by the name of George Garrett.

Now, they're both long shots, I know,

but it appears to be some kind of espionage involvement.

Once you're after, maybe classified. Why don't you fill me in?

Oh, I don't have enough information to occupy your time, Mr. Collins. It's Jack.

Just give me what you have. I'll look into this personally.

You want to help me get some breakfast? Yeah.

Ed, I appreciate your bedside, Mariner, but this is not working.

We've got to take a different tack.

Oh, look, I understand the urgency of the situation, Spencer,

but you have to understand the fragility of what we're dealing with in here.

This woman is in the most delicate stages of a total personality descent.

I heard her tell you that her sister was involved in espionage for the Feds, right?

Yes, but she doesn't know what it was. She has to. She did it. No.

We're dealing with two possibly more personalities here.

She at least acknowledges she's got a sister. That's something that's not enough.

Look. I've heard about you're leaping over tall buildings with a single bound,

but this is a little bit more complicated than that kind of miracle.

Don't mix with me, Ed. You don't have the tools.

Don't mixed with me. You didn't have tools for what I'm trying to do.

We need answers from Donna, not Diane. We're not going to get them.

until Donna wants to come out. Or until they're forced to come.

Ed, look, I don't pretend to know the ins and outs of what

you're doing here, but I do know human nature.

Donna's personality is there to cope with some kind of turmoil

that Diane can't handle, right? Most likely.

Well, Diane doesn't need help from Donna

to deal with the kid gloves you've been using.

I won't permit any force to be used on her.

Look, I respect your training and your integrity,

but there is a professional killer out there who's

been trained to respond to one command. And if I'm going to find him, I need

to know who gave that command.

Are you suggesting that we bait her? Not we. Me. Baiting is part of my playbook.

I'm good at it. Look, I'm not going to hurt Diane.

But if I can make her believe that I will, Donna's going to come to the rescue.

You could be right. I know I'm right. Donna's tough. She's a fighter.

I know fighters.

There could be other files. Her identity was changed. She was relocated.

There's no trail they can follow. And me? A description. But that's changed now.

Still.

We don't know where she is. We know where the other negatives must be. Burn them.

then burn her.

Your sister doesn't need protection.

Mr. World needs protection from her. She told me she's in trouble, Mr. Spencer.

No, she makes trouble. You know that. She thrives on it. No. Yes, she is trouble.

She's nothing but a cheap, lousy hustler who doesn't care about anybody but herself.

And you?

You can stop the Miss Goody Two Shoes routine yourself, all right? Stop it. Stop it!

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like me to stop it.

You'd everybody to believe what a caring, innocent person you are.

But you don't care about that guy who took the bullet or the guy who got strangled?

You and your sister, there's no difference.

You're a user, a taker, a leech!

What do you know?

about you, Donna.

I've got the book on you.

Write down, do you sell on your silver 30 pieces of silver?

We've been into hasting.

Yes. Got

a minute? I'll catch up.

My business with you is over. It was dirty business, Senator, but I kept you clean.

You were paid well for that. I did you a favor. Now I need one.

What is it? Information. What kind of information? That's a fact.

Espionage.

That's for people who like being somebody else,

because they're not anybody worth being. Yeah, well, what are you?

Penny Annie, Private Eye. Small stakes, yeah, but all the cards

come off the top of the deck.

Look, if you two want to play good Samaritan,

with this waist to skin, go right ahead. Be my guest. Get her out of here!

Maybe her boyfriend's got the place staked out.

I don't bother my conscience any more. Hey, detective.

You may be through with me, but I'm not through with you.

I want him alone for two minutes.

You know it all, don't you?

I know what you call patriotism. It's just another brand of corruption.

Yeah, well, put whatever label you want on it. But it's my life.

If it's stooped any lower than yours, at least it reached higher ones. Really?

I lived behind the iron curtain for eight years, Mr. Spencer.

Five of them undercover. Three of them in a prison camp after I was betrayed

by the man I loved.

The boyfriend you had lunch with. What's he do? He destroys.

He turns over to the rents.

while the bed was still warm.

Why don't you get back?

by being tougher than you could ever pretend to

be, using what I had left.

Until there wasn't anything.

There's still enough.

There's revenge.

You mean blackmail?

Whatever you traded for that out of shake haste that marked you for a bullet.

I was careless. Love can do that.

So can hate.

What was it? You gave him?

I gave him proof.

that he betrayed his country at the same time he was betraying me,

that he's been placed in a position to continue that betrayal.

until I stop him.

How will you stop him?

some people deserve to die.

I must be the one who's crazy.

He won't hurt her.

You know, I've read about it, but I've never seen a transformation like this.

Thank you.

to help he's getting what he needs. I do too.

Susan, I can't let him continue on very much longer.

I have to take responsibility for what goes on in there.

I know.

And I know you don't approve of him, Ed, but I love him.

and you can trust him.

If you want to kill him, I might bother with the blackmail.

Because I want something besides scars.

The money in the out of share case.

I owe you for that. So does Diane. Let's talk about Diane for a second.

In what way? What happens to her if you do catch the next bullet

with your name on it?

No one will hurt her.

Why should they?

You really don't know, do you?

No, what?

about Diane.

Diane is innocent. She's dumb, but she's innocent. No one can hurt her. Just you.

Spencer.

Look, why don't you let me handle Garrett for you? Where can I find him?

You've done about enough for today.

Besides that, I'm exhausted. If your friend doesn't mind, I'd

like to use your bed for a while.

His house, his rules.

Well.

On the right, down the hall.

Good night.

About a bad bedside manor, pal.

Keep her here.

Where are you going?

for apartment.

She's a photographer. I've got a hunch.

She's got some picture stash that could point us to the man who wants her dead.

trust in.

with my life.

and hers.

Thank you.

The odds were if Hawk was around, the man he wanted could be two.

Morning, sister.

Case of emergency, dial 911. What took you so long?

Didn't want to spoil your fun, that's a hair too. What do you tellin' him? Waitin'.

How'd you know to wait here? Connections.

What else you know?

Your client's real name isn't York. She got that from the agency when she escaped

from East Germany. You know who the Hitler Youth Program here was working for?

You said one suit, not two.

That's it then? Keeping you alive ain't enough?

It'll do.

You were doing real well till he slammed that phone upside your head.

But I guess you're right. We all slow down with age.

I'll let you call Quirk about this. You so familiar with that

phone.

Ha ha ha ha!

Hello? Sue's? Spencer,

she's gone.

Ed went to look for her, but he hasn't come back either.

Listen, Sue's, it doesn't matter. Where are you? I tried her apartment.

The phone's out of order. Right, I noticed. Call Marty Quirk as soon as possible

and tell him to meet me at the courthouse. Got that? Courthouse? Right. Later, Sue.

This is the proudest moment of my life.

As agency chief here in Boston these last six years,

I have come to know many of you and to appreciate your talents.

All right, officer. He's with me. Where is she? Inside, sir. Let's go.

The men who have preceded me in this post

have created a standard of excellence and dedication that I've planned to honor.

anything.

And yet I say this modestly, hope

to raise new heights.

What the hell are you doing here? Dona, not like this. He's got to die.

Then you'll die.

And Diane.

Please, handle her.

Thank you.

Our precious freedoms are menaced by the very byproducts our democracy has created.

Amen. God. To be up to us, to be sure... God!

Oh, God, I know!

Get the girl.

Get up here! Get up! Get up, you scoundrel! Get up. Get up there.

Get up right there.

Sir, can I make two of this? You came here for a story? I've got one for you.

I've got proof he was a traitor!

and he betrayed his country.

Oh, wow.

This is Thomas, sir. Sir. What are you doing? What are I doing?

Oh, Spencer here. Let me help you.

Spencer.

I'm sorry. How we...

been formally introduced?

Spencer? Oh, you must know my brother, Edmund.

However, you're...

The fume does smell familiar.

Oh, what a terrible. What do you expect from a guy who's owning the 11th grade?

Did I say that? Right after you said California, here I come. Does that hurt?

Oh, don't worry about me. While you're gone, I haven't lost all that much blood.

Would you stop? But they aren't even going to admit you.

And you're not going to stop me from going to California.

You know what? I'm not even going to try house out for problems.

I think there's definitely hope for this patient.

I even want to drive you to the airport. You don't have to do that.

Yes, I do. I want to. I want a bite of magazines and see you off and wish you well.

And Ed too. Ed

too? Yes. I want to give Ed kind of a goodbye message.

I want him to know that if he even tries to make a move on my soos, I'll...