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Tonight on Spencer for hire.

It's very interesting, Dr. A Little Lord to the left.

She ain't no princess. She's just another hooker.

Leave me alone. I know what I'm doing. Don't stand so close to Spencer.

You stand next to Trash. You're likely to get trashed.

She was quintessential, the most photographed woman in

Boston, married to one of the richest men in the world.

And she feared for her life.

Her name was Dietrich Carlisle, and she hired me to keep her alive.

Anyone who reads a society pages or the supermarket tabloids knows Deidre Carlisle.

Deidres was one of the hottest models in New York.

One day Marcus Carlisles came to town on business for the family bank.

They met and three days later Cinderella had

married the prince and moved to Beacon Hill.

Since she asked me to protect her, nothing much had happened. That was a mystery.

She couldn't or wouldn't tell me who or what she was afraid of.

That was the mystery, too.

Ten days passed and nothing happened. Well,

that's one of my best.

And then Deidre's husband came home. She and I met him at the airport.

Deidra explained who I was on the way to the bank.

Well, if you'd like to step inside, Mr. Spencer

will prepare a draft and have it cast for you right away.

I don't know the checks good.

I mean, that's not the service we use.

No! No!

That's finally settled. It occurred to me that I never got my check.

I thought I should stop by and discuss that with the car lines among other things.

Of course you did exactly the right thing

in going for help if you were frightened, Deidre.

But we have family lawyers for problems like that.

Or even the security officer at the bank.

I got shot out of the carl islands this morning.

I think that makes it OK to drop by without an invitation. Spencer?

Well, that's a relief. Thank you, pardon. Remember my name.

Lieutenant Quirk at homicide calls your bank and your

secretary tells him that I'm not working for your wife.

That kind of rejection gives me an identity crisis.

Well, it seemed best. We're a low-key sort of family, you know?

Low-key is the one that's going to throw away after they lock me up.

I shoot a guy on your behalf when you tell the cops that I don't work for you.

Teams just been served. Or do private eyes do? I was doing Cavamyle.

A warm beer usually. This is my sister, Alicia. Oh, he spoiled it, Marcus.

I wanted to see Mr. Spencer figure it out. Are you good with clues, Mr. Spenser?

I've always wanted to say a genuine private I work with clues.

Well, sometimes we work with closers.

Usually we work people, which I'm trying to do at the moment.

Like, why would two people want to kill a union?

I told the police everything I know, which is absolutely nothing.

You don't seem to feel much either.

Considering the two guys that tried to cut you into little pieces

with automatic weapon fire this morning.

Actually, my theory is that they were after you.

A vendetta from your mysterious past.

Marcus and Deidre were just innocent bystanders. What do you think Mr. Spence?

Of course. Always a possibility. Actually, I have to know what did you think.

Seeing how she's the one who hired me to keep her alive.

And don't think about appreciative for your good efforts, Mr. Spencer.

Dropping by allows me to thank you personally, plus a bonus for what you did today.

I don't want a bonus. I want an answer for my client.

I was launching for my husband, and I overreacted. Everything's fine now.

Now if you will excuse us, we have some family business to attend to.

You don't care who hired those two guys. We'll handle that ourselves, Mr. Spencer.

Your services are no longer required.

Change of mind.

Spencer.

Sure.

had been paid off and dismissed, which is much

better than just being dismissed, but annoying

anyway.

Dance time!

High sublimation.

hanging out with that psychology professor again, haven't you? Yes, Lord.

Everything they say is she loves my unfettered autonomy.

It was Harvard people who will say anything.

Goodness gracious, you're working out hard today.

The late stress reaction. Somebody try to kill my client today.

And himself killed instead.

That'd be one half-brainy, one went splatting a little of everything.

You know, we get ready to play the famous hiring scene. Sorry I'm out of it.

Well, they even do us still a foot. dismissed with a fat chicken and a thin smile.

One out of two ain't bad, babe.

Unfortunately for me, though, I was planning to cover

my expenses with Jamaica Run with the Ebony Harvard lady

with the not-sobs of Blemino's of desire. I'm sorry. I'm out of it.

No regrets right, too, huh? You'd be any more blaszy about being fired.

You throw that weight clear through the sea. Ah!

I said I wanted to be a therapist. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

Sound body, sound mind, whatever you want. Just ask.

Is there still worrying about Deidre? Deidra, who?

because I was thinking.

You know, she might just be in hysterical personality.

That wouldn't make her fear any less real.

Well, those bullies this morning sure were real.

Because think about all this started. I mean, first of all, her husband's

away in Europe. That's a symbolic rejection. Yeah.

And she's placed in a life-threatening situation. And then there's big plug.

some women might possibly find marginally attractive.

She was something rescuers her.

It's very interesting, Dr. A little lured to the left.

So she starts projecting what going to bed with this big thug might be like.

And then she starts believing this story she fabricated.

You did say anything I wanted, didn't you? You don't even have to ask.

I'm not sure that I may break your arm. Yes, the sexual nuance of violence.

No, let me go.

Spencer. Spencer, it's Deirdre. Uh, what is it? Please.

Just come to the house. I'm sorry.

month.

Mark's dead.

The seat of desolation, void of light, wrote Milton and Paradise Lost.

Is that what Marcus Carlyle contemplated just as the bullet hit his head?

Where was all your gold, Marcus?

All your stocks, bonds, as your spirit winged into darkness? Did they wing with you?

Probably not. Probably didn't matter much to Marcus anymore.

Holy Toledo, it's cold.

So matter of Spencer, can't you arrange these murders at a warm a time of day?

Good for your diet, Frank. Cold air burns out more calories.

That name was Marcus Carlisle shot at close range, no sign of the murder weapon.

This is the husband of the woman he would protect against yesterday afternoon.

Wasn't she in the house with him or what?

Along with the maid and Jeff Riehm, Mrs. Carlisles showed for her.

This CarlisLE's upstairs, where the shot came

downstairs, found her husband in the library.

Wasn't it looked up there Sam? Well the wife's got blood all over her.

Well, she took him in her arms once she found him.

I figured the guys who took a shot at him

at the bank this morning came back to finish the job.

Wasn't the wife who was in danger with the husband?

For someone who wasn't even on the property at the time,

you sure got some money for him opinions. I knew it just wasn't me, Spencer.

The whole world endorsed you. All right, get on it. Come on. All right.

Right, that's mine.

sister.

Spencer, what is it?

someone showed Marcus his dead.

Oh no.

Oh my god.

Marcus.

Did she all right? Where is she?

She's inside, I wouldn't say she's alright,

she's the one I'm trying to find the body.

Who's in charge of the investigation? I am.

And you are Bill Langford, Ms. Carlisle's attorney. Lieutenant Quirk homicide.

I'm just a terrible nightmare.

But we'll go through it together.

This is Lieutenant Quirk.

He'd like for you to come down to police headquarters to give a statement.

The officer told me. I'm ready.

I was afraid.

And Marcus was the one who had to die.

Thank you.

The first time I'd seen Pat Brady, he was looking for a cab. He found it.

The police didn't have a file on him, but a phone call to a friend of motor vehicles

gave me his last address.

I'd seen the super rich in their grief, now I was with the nuts are rich in theirs.

There wasn't much difference.

Excuse me, are you temporarily passed father? Yes. Are you a friend of my boy?

My name is Spencer.

They told me at the house that you'd be here.

I don't think I've met you before, but then my pet had so many friends.

You look like you might have played football with them at all Saints.

Actually, um, I knew Pat after school. Well, from his new job.

Lord.

After all the fights we had about him, not a mommy to anything,

and then he gets a terrific job like that.

I've got to fill out an order.

Spencer.

Showing up while Pat's father picks out a casket.

Hello, Casey.

You know, I could recommend an excellent group therapy program for you.

Raise your awareness and sensitivity levels incredibly.

Maybe I'm just sensitive to unfinished business.

You know if you could focus that determination into an organized flow chart,

you might be able to really maximize your potentials. Make something of yourself.

Is that what Pat Brady was doing? Maximizing his potential. You know it's too bad.

The wrong man wound up dead in that street.

It's wrong when any man winds up dead on the street.

Goodbye.

I notice you're talking to Mr. Casey. No front of pants, too.

Well, he's the one who gave my pad his big job working

for him in his insurance company. Blessed friend he is.

He's paying for my son's funeral. Though I just met him today myself.

Thanks for your sympathy, man. Goodbye.

Coincidence is always possible. It happens in Dickens. It happens, in life.

Mitch Casey was a bad man and bad Brady work for him.

As much as I enjoy Charles Dickens, I felt, well,

a professional loyalty to guys like Raymond Chandler, Dashel Hammond.

They didn't much believe in coincidence. They were telling me to keep my gun handy

because Mitchel Casey was in this up to the lapels on his bikuna coat.

How do you expect the state to top of your profession if you don't do road work?

Don't need a lazy if you're going to run away.

Or if you smart enough, let the fools come to you,

which brings me to the point what you want. Remember a guy named Mitchell Casey?

Being as they come. All of them college degrees didn't make

his personality any brighter. Pad Brady was one of his boys.

Carlisle and Casey got two things in common. Education and money, mostly cash money.

Casey's rich as the Carlisles. Somebody's rich is the Carliser.

Now, yeah, as long as something fools think his heart

tone status to sniff his imports, he's on his way.

You know, strike me as the type of family to be involved in drugs.

All right, do grubby for that gym to your hands. Ha ha. Get away from her!

Yeah, Casey, I didn't do that. I'm sure we'll go find out.

take from probable cause for use, Spencer.

Marty. Great news. So, anything new to my client, it doesn't fly. You're a client.

Always protecting your client, right? And they're always so damn innocent.

Well, at this time, Spencer, we got our good money.

We found the murder weapon, the gun, not 50 yards from the house.

It was on the ice and it Charles River.

Somebody threw it into the river, set it landed on the ground.

I used to be a couple of kids turned it in. How many a minute, Taryn?

Do you want to tell him? Do you wanna meet? Tell me. I'm telling you, pal.

The best part is the gun happens to be registered to Mrs. Dietrich Carlisle.

Yeah, the housekeeper saw it in the bedroom not two hours

before the husband was murdered. Do you think about that? It stinks, Frank.

This whole, lousy, rotten business stinks.

Apparently, Alicia Carlisle made a few phone calls to people with unlisted numbers,

know the big people, assuring them

that Justice would not be served by unditing her sister

in law, that the only thing that would be her

would be the family's name, and that she would appreciate

if they just forgot the whole thing, which apparently they did.

You mean we're not even going to arrest this name from murdering her own husband?

All right, it does stink. There's only one way to clear the air.

I told you everything we have to say at the press conference

Will there be an indictment against this as far

as Carlisle has been completely exonerated?

No charges are being pressed, no charges are going to be taken.

I don't know anything about any political pressure,

no comment on any of these allegations.

But you know they killed your husband. This is Carlisles. Thank you very much.

I didn't have much time to wonder about the twisted faith

that saw the charges dropped against Deidre Carlin.

Because not two hours after she walked out of the courthouse,

I got a phone call from her.

Her voice had the same urgency it had when she hired me. she was just as frightened.

You know, it's not over

yet. Yes, it is. It has to be.

They can change their mind and indict you anytime.

You know, the last time I got a check, Mark is telling me to get off the case.

Very nicely, of course, but still firing me. So, my? Don't you see?

Even if they don't try you for Mark's murder,

this way everybody thinks you killed him. You got to let me... Damn, it's Spencer!

Why won't you listen? Why won t you hear what I'm saying? You've got to quit.

You've gotta leave this alone. Why?

Because there's nothing more you could do to help me, Spencer. Nothing. I did it!

I killed him.

Confession may or may not be good for the soul. But in my detective manual, it says

it's supposed to solve problems. Deidre's didn't. It raised new questions.

It had another flaw, too. It just didn't sound like the truth.

Thank them for their condolences and assures them

that I personally will be at the board meeting Zurich.

Spencer, you do have the rather taxing habit of entering rooms without knocking.

I'm saving my hands for the violin.

What about you? What are you saving Dejavur from?

Raymond, will you send those cables for me?

And we will finish the rest of this later. Thank you.

I don't have a secret, Mr. Spencer. I didn't

try to hide what I did.

My brother is dead. All I have left is his memory and the family name.

And neither will be served by Deidre being tried for murder. She confessed to me.

She confessed me too. That was the price I exacted for saving her.

You believe her, I don? I want to. You don't.

She revealed her big secret right in front of the chauffeur.

That's not too bright, would you say?

Deirdre has not had the advantages that some of us have.

She doesn't understand about help. She insisted that Marcus hired Jeffrey,

and then she proceeded to turn him into a pet.

And you didn't want that, did you? I mean, a servant for a pet, right?

Do you know what I want? Really? Mr. Spencer?

to get about three

bottles of very good champagne, check into a non-descript hotel,

and spend the rest of the afternoon making mindless, passionate love.

What do you say? Nah,

you'd probably just get my hair off while I slept.

Dear Samson.

Deirdre is guilty.

Do you have anything other than a historical confession? Yes, but I won't tell you.

I'm a prejudice source, remember? Who will tell me?

Bill Langford, our lawyer, you might ask him to give you Marcus' personal file.

I think you'll find it terribly disappointing. It's tiresomely common.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Alicia Carlisle told me you're coming to see me,

but I haven't like you, it would be so soon.

Well, I have a propensity for instant gratification.

She also tell you what I'd be asking. She had to. Otherwise, I couldn't help you.

The information's confidential. Marcus is a state. Marcus is divorced.

Marcus is getting divorced? Yeah.

became the same.

He explained that the marriage was impetuous and the stake. Asked me to talk to him.

I was authorized to offer her a million in cash plus a handsman amount in support.

Considering they were married less than a year, it was extraordinarily generous.

What did I do romantic? Did you ask her for the divorce? Yes, unfortunately.

Well, I say unfortunately, because a week later, that young man was dead.

How much was that young, man, worth? Is personal fortune?

Oh, I guess an excess of $100 million.

I suppose some jurors might consider a hundred million dollars motor for murder.

Wouldn't you?

The enticing thing about higher education, luncheon and exclusives around is...

Hawk, how are you?

You can save the charm for the halls of Ivy Casey. This is not a social call.

Business. $3,000 worth.

Hawk, I don't know what you're telling your mind,

but I do know this is not the right time or place.

Just as good for me as it was for you this morning, huh?

Your boy should know what I carry under this jacket.

This morning has nothing to do with you.

Maybe you should let it be a part of your own liberal arts education.

If you stand next to trash, you're likely to get trashed yourself.

You watch your mouth. And I suggest that you indulge me while I'm still

being nice and polite. $3,000 for what?

Raising my stress quotient and damages to my wardrobe. Your wardrobe? And my time.

You see, it takes very expensive time to fit a suit to hide the gleam of artillery.

Would you like a lunchtime demonstration of my tailor's remarkable skill?

Done.

The university should be proud of such a bright son.

Mark, take it as

a good wheel of gesture. And be smart yourself.

Those dance so close to Spencer.

There's no need for you to be buried in a $3,000 suit.

Did Sam speed ever have this dilemma? Was there anything in natural hammocks

imagination that could help when your client confesses

murder-mose foul and has a damning mode of throwing in a no-extra charge?

I was back where I started except this time I wasn't being paid.

It's one thing to be resolute.

But it's a thin line between resolution and being a chump.

I hadn't decided yet what side of the line I was on.

What I learned by following did you didn't help the decision.

Just because the police couldn't officially investigate

Deedra Carlyle didn't mean they couldn't unofficially encourage me.

I didn't ask Frank Belsen of being

the assistant to a private cop was the high point of his career.

And what I learned was that Deedras

Schofr, Jeffrey Miller, had done time for second degree man's letter.

Pieces were beginning to fall into place. And the picture they were forming looked

a lot like being a chump.

Murder classically as a crime of passion. Maybe Deja Carlisle had taken a lead

from Lady Chaddard's love. Maybe she'd fallen in love or at least passion

with her chauffeur.

And maybe that passion had ended in murder.

Because of Deidre Carlisle killed her husband, she hadn't done it alone.

Not in half the murder gun found in the ice in the Charles River,

50 yards from the house when I arrived minutes

after Marcus was shot and found Deidra with dry feet. It was a mystery.

But then as I often say with a ride twist of my mouth,

that's how I earned my living. When I

saw Deidrea embrace the chauffeur

who lived downstairs in the same house, Tumblr's clicked.

I wanted a turtle, Spencer Ew's slide dog, you've done it again.

I didn't, of course, a chartling being bad for the monster image.

What do you mean, open in my door? Don't you have no upbringing at all? Yes, ma'am.

My name is Spencer. I'm a private investigator.

I'd like to talk to you about Jeffrey. You could be in some trouble.

Trouble is nothing to talk about in the cold air.

You'd best come in and have a seat.

That's fuss, more gentil polite besides. My name is Evelyn Carter.

You said George was Spencer? Yes, ma'am.

Is your children? And grandchildren.

Is Jeffrey among them? No, but he treats me a whole side better than some of them.

How long have you known him? Raised his mama.

to give me and when she died.

It was just four years old.

He wasn't real bright, but he's never been bad, not really.

What kind of trouble is it?

It's pretty serious. Maybe you can help him if you answer him.

It's about Deidre, isn't it? Deidra Carla.

What she calls herself

now, I warned him.

Don't take that job.

Don't go to work in that house. It's trouble.

Bad trouble like you had before on a kind of that woman. What do you want to do?

All over her.

There's no secret around here. What happened?

Somebody made a remark about, do you like men do?

And that boy just goes crazy.

No matter who it is.

He just loses his mind when they talk about her, especially when the men be black.

And she being so lily white. Giving him the job of the show

for might be her way of helping him out.

It's hard to come by good jobs when you've got a record like Jeffery's.

Jeffery don't need charity. She knows that.

He's just a little slower is all. Always takes him a little bit longer, maybe.

But that boy is not stupid.

He's just as smart as anybody when it comes to the things that count the most.

Sounds like he indeed would go back along one day,

and she got her picture right there along with her own family.

What the world is, it is. You take the video with the sweet.

How did you

meet her? Her mama put her in my arms.

You knew her family.

didn't know her daddy. He was too good for us too.

Now, she sends a check every month, but I tell Jeffrey, you give it back to her.

sends a check like it's welfare.

But you didn't see me at the

wedding. You didn't any of us.

Well, that's been very, yeah.

Painful, I mean, you're working for her family at all.

Working for her Family? That girl is my Family. My Granger.

My blood.

to all the world, Deidre Carlyle had been the golden girl.

the realm.

The successful New York model who married into

one of the wealthiest families in America.

But in a less glamorous section of Boston,

a old woman had told me the truth about Debra's path.

I wondered how much of this did your head told her husband.

one.

These carliles don't seem like the most enlightened folks just think how they felt.

They discovered a woman of color married into that white unclean.

So indeed, your center life is in danger. She sure wasn't kidding.

So what you might call out around it

is folks like the carlile brought African people to this country

in the first place during the ever popular triangular trade.

Well, that's just the rum that slaves from the West Indies

to the colonies to Africa.

You think the fat Deidre did her daddy in shotin'

through his white head in a fit of passion?

No, it's a possibility.

You know that, her Jeffrey did it, and she's covering for him.

Man, you're private and best of get it. You're all smart.

Oh, heck, we speculate with the best of them.

You know what to do.

Yeah.

Something I can do for you? I got a question for you, Mr. Jeffrey. What's that?

Whether you think the Fad did require a loud

and hammerless stretch in the joint like the one you did.

I don't know you.

I know you.

You put on one of those little jockey suits and

stand out front with a lantern in your hand

if old master told you to win you, or especially if a woman passes for weight.

See, that gets you going, don't it? Woman like that?

You jumped through in a hoop, she hold up for you, wouldn't you? Who are you?

What's your come here for? Don't let that woman put your way for good, man.

See, you confused. She pulled a trigger. She did the man just to get his money.

That'll take on from. Chew a cop.

They still don't give you no right to talk that way, man?

I'm just another brother, man, man!

Brother, the sea's clear. Where you feed.

And I know you can't go on living like this. It's a lie. And it's a lies.

with the woman where she belongs. She been fake in her own life,

struggling for any hunk of a keeper and style. You're a man's stopping.

No, you gotta stop it, man.

And you stop selling yourself for a phone in color structs,

soft leg, do whatever it takes to live like a princess.

It's a rich white dude's castle. Well, he ain't no princess.

She's just another hooker selling it to the highest bidder. Oh, yeah.

You listening, brother? I ain't know, school boy. What the hell am I going to leave?

I'm coming here to get you straight, man. Now the woman killed her own husband.

Stop playing a fool. She didn't kill him.

She loved them and would you hate it here, right?

There he was good to, how could I hate him? Because he had the woman.

And as long as he was alive, you couldn't have him. Ain't that right?

Well, let the cops take him from here, Hawk.

I didn't kill him.

She did. My mama, you do blow in the wind, Jeffrey.

About you said she loved him too much. That did, Ruh.

Miss Alicia. Alicia wasn't even there. She was. I saw her.

One after the gunshot. I was in the kitchen.

Housekeeper asked me to have a look at the publisher watch. See if I can fix it.

I knew Deidre was afraid somebody was trying to hurt her.

I mean, especially after they took a shot at her, Mr. Carlisle in front of the bank.

I want to see where the gunshot came from.

So somebody coming out the library. It was a woman. Miss Alicia.

But she didn't see me.

then I didn't know what to do. I mean, I wanted to run, but I couldn't.

So I went to go see what she was running from.

I got to the library, and Deidre got there at the same time.

We opened the library door.

So Mr. Carlisle lay next to the gunny bought for Deedra. You took the gun? I had to.

I mean, I knew what Miss Alicia was trying to do. Frame Deedre.

Why would you want to kill her own brother? Hey, man, I don't know.

All I knew is that I was a black ex-con in a rich white family's house

and wasn't no way nobody was going to believe me what I sell.

So I didn't tell nobody what I saw. Except Didra. No, not Didra neither.

until after they took Deidre away.

Then I went to Miss Alicia and I told her I wrote down

everything I saw and I gave it to somebody. And if she didn't help Deidra,

I told that somebody to go to the cops. No matter what happened to me.

She said you were smart. Who? Did your grandmother, Evelyn Carter?

She's the one you gave the letter to, right? That don't matter.

The only reason I told you what I did was so that you'd leave Deidre alone.

Well, I'm sorry, Jeffery, I can't do that. You got to. She's free now.

Wrong, brother.

She is not free and neither you long as she can

sick them dolls back on you anytime she wants to.

Take the help that's being offered to you.

I hate nothing you can do. Ain't nothing nobody can do it.

You can stand up, man. You can take that woman down.

How? Tell it like you saw it. Tell the truth.

Man, it don't matter what's true. Don't you understand that?

It don't matters what's right or wrong.

Ain't nobody going to take the word of a man like me

over the word a woman like, huh? I do.

Hello, DJ.

Little weekend in Palm Beach maybe?

Thank you.

We decided to move back to New York.

Spencer, I'd like to talk to you, but I'm leaving tonight

and there's lots of things I have to do. My guess is that Alicia told you she'd

make charges against Jeffrey Stick,

unless you agreed to the term she dictated, right?

She knew about Jeffery's record.

about your relationship in the past.

What do you mean?

I might grant my Evelyn today.

And Jeffrey told me what he saw.

It was a issue you were afraid of when you hired me, wasn't it?

Shuffle'd me a million dollars if I divorced Marcus

and just leave before it came back from Europe.

I told her that I loved him.

She didn't want to hear that.

Did you tell Marcus?

Mm-hmm.

And the night that he died.

He said he didn't care.

He said that he wouldn't let Alicia hurt me.

But he's gone now, and I'm still afraid Spencer. For

Jeffery now, as well as me.

Just leave me alone. I know what I'm doing.

You're protecting the woman who murdered your husband. I can't fight her.

Who am I?

The woman Marcus Carlyle loved enough to die for.

You asked me for my help. Now let me give it to you.

I told you to stay out of this house. Yes, ma'am. What are you doing here?

who's just showing me where your brother was when you shot him.

Who are you? He's a friend. Probably one

of the best ones I've had in a long time.

He's also Miss O'Casey's friend. We've all been comparing notes.

Well, you all can just get the hell out of this house before I call the police.

Oh, they've already been called. And they're almost as interested in the accounts

Casey keeps with your bank as they are

with the statement Jeffrey's prepared to make about what

he saw the night your brother was murdered.

If you lost your mind... No, ma'am. Let's just say I found my pride.

You all seem to know what's going on here. It escaped me. Calling my lawyer.

I'm good seeing you. He's a coconut spiriter.

I wonder how long he'll lie about Marcus

wanting a divorce from Deidre after he reads Jeffrey's statement.

Also, what he knows about the laundry business,

your bank's been doing with Mitchell Casey's dirty drug money.

He might want to get his answers ready for the D-period, A-perid.

Marcus wanted out of that arrangement, didn't he?

That's why Casey tried to hit him in front of the bank.

And why Marcus didn't want me digging for more information.

You disappoint me, Spencer. You struck me as reasonably intelligent,

but you'd prefer to take the word of a convicted felon over mine.

Now if you press this further,

I think you're going to find that you're distinct minority of one in this state.

It's not just Jeffery's word. It's also Deidre's. You don't know Deidra.

She has all she wants now, enough money so that she never

mixed with their own kind ever again, not that I blame her.

She blames herself. Lace you.

for living a lie.

for not being able to tell the truth.

My lies are over now.

and so is yours.

The lady you want is inside. Take Mrs. Carlisle down town, Frank. I'll wrap this up.

Thanks for your help. How are you? How's that?

Everybody has to come home again.

What is that? You lost.

never had a dangerous fantasy.

If our Deidre had it, he'd lived it.

never could.

Did I ever tell you about my fantasy? No, but I know it's not gonna stop.

Well, I'm sure you're gonna love him, oh man, drive the car.

Driving the car is exactly what it's about. The pole position didn't do nothing.

Just like about it. The gentleman started your engine. You know what I mean?

I mean, think about it, the chance to go down in faith.

Or the plane's on the ground. Go into the record for a guy's like Barney Old.