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Tonight on Spencer for Highland.

Hey! You just murdered a 19-year-old girl. She was the only family I had.

She was so open-to-be. You were with her, weren't you?

So maybe she is gorgeous and does, like, but that's not everything, you know?

Praise God. Hey! God! Amen. You owe me so much money.

I came up for it to let you die.

She's been on a collision course for the complete breakdown.

You're not telling me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

and sat for hours and 12 degree weather.

Well, at least you could drink beer at the Patriots.

Even though neither team scored a single touchdown.

You witnessed the greatest defensive struggle in the history of the NFL.

Well, there you have it. What?

Well, going shopping and not buying anything is sort of like...

Stop, that's the part I don't understand. Going shopping. And not buying anything.

It's sort of like going to a football game where nobody scores.

It's not the buying that counts. It's the struggle. I don't get that.

It's quite that too. I really don't, I don' get that? It's very simple.

It's a difference between men and women. It makes perfect sense to me. Ah!

Hey!

Shower's getting out!

Come on, come on!

There's no way out! There's one way!

Solving mysteries is part of my profession. Sometimes I even get paid for it.

But I'd never been an eyewitness to one like this before.

I wasn't going to get paid for this one, but I had to have some answers

or I wasn' going to get my sleep for a while either.

I don't mind. Spencer, you're double parked.

Jeez, they're in there if you need to move it. I move it, I tow it.

Nice to have friends in the department. Yeah? How would you know?

Hey, guys. Hey. Look, expensive, the secret weapon. Turn him loose.

They take themselves out. Such a sweet smile.

Must be the powdered sugar on your face. Did he get him, right?

Carl was born age 27 a little different six months.

Apparently, he lit a very active life lately. How much? 5,000.

And it's stashed in that magazine, but a bit. What about a look around? Not at all.

Now, be our guest-sponsored. I've always wanted to see how a real private eye works.

Ah, the tidy type. Not as tidy as his last room, I bet. Prison? You see that, Monty?

You see how quick these PIs ought to pick up the clues?

What was he in for? Grand theft. It's like a stretch.

Attempted robbery and murder won this time.

He knows he's going away for a long time, so he takes the fast eggs.

Of course, could have been your personality spent.

So maybe he just killed himself rather than surrounded of you. Attemptive robbery?

Yeah, she had a thousand bucks on her. What you didn't take?

I just had Grand theft, anything in his jacket about armed robbery assault, battery?

I see where you're going, Spencer, but I don't know where he's going.

It's where the other guy's going that counts.

She screams, he panics, he plants the blade, he takes off,

and he sees Spencer, because he don't want to go back to the joint.

Oh, wait a minute.

There's no record of any violence.

But he kills a woman anyway.

after she screams.

But he doesn't take the purse. Yeah, that could be possible. What's possible?

He's only suggesting maybe it wasn't a robbery. She had a thousand bucks on it.

And he had five thousand stash in the magazine.

All that proves is that she wasn't his first action.

And he was putting a nice little roll together.

Roll hundreds nice and tidy like his room. Maybe a little too tidy.

Think it was a hit? Well, five thousand, nice round number.

What's that? Just a bookmark?

Be one of God's soldiers. Will you look at a trash it's stuck into?

I don't give you some idea where the mentality we're dealing with here.

Hey, guys got a Bobby Fremont bookmark, and he's reading garbage like this.

I'll tell you there's a chapter in here. That makes me blush.

There's a bit where this guy's got this girl tied up. And it's... What? What? What?

Revelations. Just a... Not a deal to think about.

Come on, buddy.

I'm a 19-year-old kid from a high-brow family.

Doesn't hurt to think about it, Frank.

You can just tell yourself away from that heavy reading.

Pfft!

It's been so. It's a puzzle. What's that?

But by the way, all this compulsive working out,

you can just do a man with your stealing gaze, huh?

Even sometimes I need a little help. This guy pulled the trigger himself.

The name is Carl Osmond, you know? Excuse me?

The man's too small to have me here, guys. I'm looking for Spencer, the detective.

Are you a week? Ha ha ha ha!

No, he is he.

What can I do for you? You found my sister. Your sister?

We're carrying him at the parking garage.

I'm Marcelo Hand. I want to hire you. You want to hired

me?

To do what?

Last year, Boston had 6,278 cases of armed robbery and 226 detectives to solve them.

That works at 27.78 cases per detective.

And these are men who also have to worry about

burglary, murder, rape, arson, among other

things.

Now, face with an easy explanation that closes

the file or tough one which keeps it open,

which would the police prefer. It's worth 50 bucks if you ask them.

Um...

How did you find all that out? Simple research, Mr. Spencer. My test did IQ was 160.

Now, something else to consider. Hold on, hold on.

Just a second before we go any further. How old are you? 13. Almost.

You're perhaps not here? No.

I'd have I were six foot two and licensed to carry a gun.

I wouldn't need to be here. Huh.

And you want to hire me? I mean yourself. I can pay. I have $100,000.

A hundred? From my grandmother's trust. That's just the annual interest.

And the interest? OK. Maybe you ought to give us some of your business,

because I'm a passive master of acquaintances. You know what I mean.

Please, Mr. Spencer.

I'm too sophisticated to resort to emotionalism.

But you've got to find out about Brooke for me.

She made everything to me.

Back Bay was originally underwater, and the days when Boston was almost an island.

In the 1860s, with New England Enterprise,

Bostonians filled it in and began erecting brownstones.

You didn't have to be a millionaire to live here, but it didn't.

How are you parents taking all this? Just awful, of course. Where are they?

They're in Bermuda. They're In Bermudah?

They live there.

Then I didn't come home. Daddy's almost 75. Bermuda's good for his health.

Mom's lots younger, but she has to take care of him.

They sent extraordinary flowers, though.

Thank you.

Looks like Brooke was quite the rider.

Her coach said she could make the Olympic team if she tried hard enough.

How old was she? 19. She looked lots older though.

She boasted she could get served in any cocktail lounge in the city.

Brooke was very sophisticated.

Did Brooke have a diary or any personal papers?

She made me swear not to tell anybody, but Brooke wanted to be a writer.

So she won? Out of journal? Yeah. You know where it is? It's not here.

She always kept it with her or hidden. She was paranoid that anyone would see it.

Did she ever share it with you? Never.

Was Brooke religious? Not until lately.

things bothered her a lot lately.

kind of things. Well, she never talked about it.

Not to me in any case.

What did you talk to your mom?

We used to share everything until lately.

But we were best.

Thank you.

take care of you.

I don't mean to make sure your eggs are perfectly poached to your uniform's pressed.

takes care of you.

Maybe we weren't as close as I wanted us to be.

She was all I had.

She was the only family I had.

trail to follow. Sometimes there isn't.

When there isn, you follow whatever there is.

Both the murdered girl and her killer thought enough of Reverend Bobby Freeman

to keep his picture around. I thought I'd try to find out one.

Very, very good. Just think Mike, just think one.

The Nora we want to call people to the Lord.

I don't think we can if they're deaf before we start.

I know it's loud, Bobby, but Gabriel's born on Judgment Day will be too.

It's absolutely the latest thing, Bobby.

And just tell how you're acquired from all over New England?

I don...it's all so big. Well, let's try it for the first few nights.

Anything that brings the youth closer to God cannot be all bad.

Does that anything like the devil quoting scripture? I'm sorry.

Excuse me, Reverend Fremont. My name is Spencer. I'm a private investigator.

Can I talk to you, please? Fine. This is my wife Lenore.

This is Jim Smith, security. Mr. Smith? What can we do for you?

The vine revelation may be I'm trying to solve a murder.

I'd like to ask you a few questions. Shell up? Little in order. That'd be fine.

Jim, if you'll excuse us. Thank you. Go right ahead.

Well, you see the killer had an autographed bookmark urging

him to become a soldier in your crusade.

Unfortunately, we hand out how many of those each year in a year? Oh, millions.

You see, it's the price of an international gospel. I missed the personal contact.

Well, this particular bookmark had his name on it

with a personal inscription signed by you. His name was Carl Osborne.

He was the next con.

call the name.

You see, part of our mission is visiting prisons.

we counsel the men prior to their release.

As long as the courts allow criminals back on the streets,

it's our duty to convert them. Well, you missed on this one.

You committed suicide rather than be taken by the police. A tragic.

It just murdered a 19-year-old girl. That was even more tragic.

Certainly pray for them both. All you already were.

The girl had your poster in her bedroom. Her name was Brooke Harrington.

Does that name mean anything to you?

Harrington.

Mr. Spencer, we wish we could be more helpful,

but so many thousands are drawn to Bobby.

And some, like this poor man that committed suicide, it's just too late. Of course.

Mr. Spence, I'm sure Lenore can answer any more questions

you have if you'll excuse me. Certainly. Thank you for your time.

Well, do come to one of our meetings.

And if you'd give me a card, I'd like to send you

something I think might be of comfort to you,

a man of your profession, one of Bobby's Bibles that's personally inscribed.

Well, thank you very much, but I have a Bible with a few miles still left on it.

Thanks.

What is that telling what's wrong?

The girl he asked about, Brooke Harrington, I did know her. I did. Yes.

Someone introduced us.

She needed counseling and I prayed with her. I'm not with her, I prayed for her.

She was so young. She was already in

the wrong path, and she knew it.

She wanted to start over, but she didn't know where to start. She was like you were.

She was open and friendly. You were with her, weren't you?

You were with her in a way that you're only supposed to be with me.

No, I never touched her. Don't lie to me, Bobby. I never touch her.

You're a man of the flesh. I wanted to, but I... And if God can understand, I...

I can understand. You still don't believe me, do you?

It's over.

Poor girl is dead and that's terrible, but...

Maybe this was God's way of keeping her from destroying you.

What are you saying that she died because of me?

I'm saying that you're one step away from your destiny, Bobby.

Walter Bellingham has a contract just waiting for you.

Television can take you into every home in America.

You won't have to go from city to city anymore.

You can stand in one pulpit and with one sermon,

you can reach more people than you can with 100 now.

You're not listening. That is not my calling.

There's lots of good men doing good work on television.

I know that. I don't want to do that. I can't do it. It is not your decision.

Listen. You can't question his design, Bobby.

How many times have I heard you say that you wanted to be? Listen to me!

hired.

So

It's all, it's all so big.

It's too big now and I don't want it to get any bigger.

I want to go.

I wanna start again.

I'm a little bit

of a church.

the simple life to a simple church. I remember that life.

I remember the first night I walked into that

little tent and I saw you standing there.

You were so sure and so strong and so full of power.

Remember that talk we had? I do remember the walk and all the stars that came out.

Bobby, pray with

me. I can't pray with you. You pray with that girl.

Nothing to do with me. I can not. Pray with you, Lenor. He doesn't hear me.

And you don't hear Me.

That's it.

here.

Phil Amarlo understood functions.

Phil advance could tell you about trusting your instincts.

And Sam Spade was a certified expert on chills that run up and down your spine.

I had a gut feeling about the Reverend Bobby Freemont.

Reverend Ameriara.

Join the United States. I'm going to say to save our beloved country.

The Freemont's history from the magical transformation

of a country boy from Nebraska who preached

the gospel intent meanings to a superstar who

filled arenas and spoke out on political events.

I wondered where it was, Freemonte was headed, what crowning was about to wear next.

And then before me, living black and white was a certified clue.

Walter Billingham,

partner in Harrington and Billingam shaking hands with Reverend Bobby

Freemonde.

Now let me see if I understand this. You're actually taking money from a child.

Could I have a draft beer please, and some of them fancy beer nuts?

It's not going to work, Mr. Spencer.

You're looking for a payoff to get off this case.

Let me tell you what's going to happen just as soon as I phone Marcelo's father.

See, I hope it's not too scary.

I sometimes have trouble with my lower lip trembling.

You're leaving your sponsor. Like, what do we talk about something else? Right now.

Like, do you think Bobby Freeman

is going to be the next president of the United States?

What?

Well, I know you picked the last three presidents.

I just want to have the Reverend look like a winner to you.

Bobby Freemond is a man of great integrity who

has a message this country wants to hear.

Do you have a message for Brook Harrington, too?

I don't know what you're talking about. Your Bobby Freymond's political advisor.

You're also the partner of Brook Harrington's father.

I just wondered if there was a connection.

I do know Bobby Freeman, and

not without certain influence in his camp.

I also know that Brook County was going through a tough period.

It wasn't easy for any of them after Mr. Harrington

got sick and his wife moved to Bremuda.

I arranged for Brooke to meet Fremont for counseling. I hoped it might help her.

I think it did. You know what I think?

I think Bobby Fremott was lying when he told me he never heard of Brooke Harrington.

And you're not telling me the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth which we are eventually

going to get to one way or another before I'm through.

Mr. Spencer, before lunches over, there'll be an investigation of your license

if you really have one.

There'll be a telegram from Charmers' Harington

ordering you to stay away from our cellar,

and my own lawyers will be drawing up the papers for Slanders. Is that clear?

Two things are very clear. You're covering for Bobby Freeman.

I'm paying for my own beer.

There's a few other people I have to talk to for the whole reason.

But again, what you say unless you listen to what I have just said.

I was ready for you, but it's fucking true.

If it can't wait, speak to her.

She isn't the problem, Bobby.

It's a detective named Spencer.

When you told me how you felt about that girl.

I told you to be smart, and now your duty laundry is spread all over town.

I spence her for you and broke together.

Your chances for a syndicated television show go right out

to window, and there won't be any political campaign

without a show like that for a base. Oh, my God.

I'm a man, I'm not a woman

He's going to crack.

Don't tell me you can't see it.

a small town boy who was in the overhead.

The three of us will be hooked. Either we pull themselves together and pull it out.

You heard me. I want to meet

my house as soon as he sets foot off that stage.

If there's anything to connect him with the death of that girl.

to hear about it tomorrow.

Thank you.

Praise God!

Bobby, you don't understand. You lied to me. Walter told you about Brookie.

He told you why he brought her to me,

and you told you what he saw happening between us,

and yet you made me confess the whole thing to you. Because you need it.

Do you put me through hell?

We make our own hell, Bobby.

You didn't want me to know about her, did you?

I remember you asking my forgiveness before she died.

What were you thinking? It wasn't

about me and it wasn't

about all those people out there who

looked to you to lead them to a better way of life, a better world. Prostitute.

She was someone I could talk to. She was somebody who heard me.

Lennore, I need that. You were going to leave me, Bobby.

leave me and everything that we have built. God stopped it.

He took temptation out of your path, but it's alright.

Because we have everything. We still have each other. No, no, you don't want me.

Bobby. You want the crowds. You want their trephings? No. Yes, you want the power.

Bobby, I love you.

I know that you and I belong together.

Lord brought us together.

and Bobby, together we can move the mountains of the Earth.

It's really like a normal. Is it any good? I've lessened sex fatacies.

Pretty embarrassing. Would you find it?

It was in her car when she got killed.

The police returned it today to the rest of her personal friends.

Marcelo while I'm here, can you introduce me to any of Brooks' friends?

Okay, but it's not going to do any good. Why not?

They're all so stuck up, they'd never speak to a private investigator.

Are you kidding?

With my line of pattern, my all American smile, you want a better week's allowance?

What if I don't, my allowance is?

You're a great in the ring.

I'm a Spencer on a private cop and I'm investigating Brooke's death. Oh really?

I didn't realize her parents were that concerned.

Well actually I'm working for Marsela.

I do believe. I was hoping that you might know something

that could help us find out what really happened to your friend.

Look, anything that went wrong with Brooke

happened long before she was killed in that garage. And if I had anything that could

help that, my father's lawyer would tell the police. Excuse me.

That loose looks very close to his friend. Still one of them.

She probably missed a smile.

.

I'm sorry to believe it. Being a private cop isn't always glamorous and exciting

or even dangerous. You mean like when it's frustrating? I know. I hate it.

When you're frustrated you always cook Italian

and my hips are gonna be wider than Cincinnati. Any frustrated?

Why would I be frustrated? Just because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt

that Freeman had something to do with Brooks' death

and I can't prove it, why would I be frustrated.

I don't think you're gonna get much help here.

Looks like a novel. Pretty steamy, too, even with a dangling participle.

So, a role-man is about a princess abandoned by an old king,

often a quest for the fount of youth. Then guess what happens?

I'm not sure I'm old enough to read this.

She falls in love with a commander of her spaceship to the heavens.

Well, that explains the docking and space.

She's obviously writing about her own life.

What do you research like that gives you ideas?

Sort of like reading a cookbook makes you hungry.

I'm a little hungry.

It's better be important. It's Walter building them.

Get out to my house and marble her.

Bye.

It's 727, Old Orchard Road.

I can tell you who killed Brook Harrington.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

BAM!

I watched the sun come up explaining to the

police what had happened to Billingham's.

The only problem was I had almost as many questions as they did.

If I wanted to stick around long enough to get

the answers it seemed prudent to buy some

insurance. They kind of come and accustom made in Japan.

It kind of takes your breath away and doesn't it? All this dastard.

and splend the jagged hair bad either. You come with two pair of pants?

Uh, spin side. Glad to see you among the livin' and you sound surprised.

Well, where it is, and people wanna kill you real bad,

not afraid to die themselves either. Can we talk them on the police?

Excuse us, but not over.

Free him up. Yeah. The girl sees him and gets killed.

Then the man of Brotterton gets killed, and your vest getting that girl's murder.

Now they put you on at least. And you're looking for a man with a big eraser.

If you've got nothing better to do.

I got one personal question asking of course. Money.

Are we talking cash or are you willing to up my line of credit? Line of credit.

Next thing I know, you're going to be talking to me about tax-free municipal bonds.

It's not about idea actually.

Well, you know there's only one reason that I would be willing

to keep an eye on certain undesirable elements while you go about detecting.

Oh, yes, once that. Well, no. You owe me so much money.

I can't afford to let you die. Uh... Hmm. Well...

That's better than no reason at all. Mercy. Mercy.

Mercy.

Thank you.

Can you imagine a car costing $50,000

and not starting without this one little piece? Put it back on.

After we have a little talk. About what? About your career as a hooker.

I told you that. I read it in Brooks Journal.

How her book does nothing in there about me? I recognized you. So were your parents.

What kind of cheap detective are you in? Not cheap, but very reasonable.

Try me.

Well, I only did it for the money once.

Yeah.

We

were at a restaurant last spring, and this

business partner of our fathers came up to us.

Walter Billingham? No, another man.

He was a little drunk, and he started hitting on her.

She said she'd do it for money. But she was just kidding.

He put a hundred dollar bill down, and then another.

and any time he could have the same arrangement made for me for his friend.

And we only really did it just to do it, you know?

And I never did it again. What about Brooke? She was doing it all the time.

She said she was saving money so that she could

get away from her parents and be on her own.

And she wanted to take more cello with her too, but she didn't want her to find out.

She wanted to see a man named Bobby Freeman. Did she talk about that?

Yeah, Mr. Billingham took her to see him. Why?

Well, he found out what she was doing.

Most of the men she saw were guys that worked for her father.

Anyway, Mr. Billingham talked to her about it

and said he wanted her to go talk to Reverend Freeman.

And she was scared that he'd tell her father she didn't do it.

If somebody else was afraid enough to kill Brut.

you know that.

What is this?

Freeze!

Please, guys.

Praise God!

One God!

World without end. Yeah!

My friends.

At this time every night I conclude by asking God to share

his goodness and his mercy with each and every one of you.

tonight.

I have something I would like to share with you.

when I was 11 years old.

in a field.

I heard the voice of God.

He called me.

Bobby Freeman!

Preach my word.

And I've spent my life.

preaching his word.

telephone people who talk about reaching out

to touch someone, they didn't invent that.

I've spent every waking hour reaching out,

every waking minute trying to touch someone,

touch anyone who hadn't heard the word of the living

God, who hadn'n known the power of his eternal love.

became discouraged.

We're pretty fast enough.

I couldn't reach far enough.

And I wanted so much, so very much for people to hear God's word,

that I took advice from people I shouldn't have.

I was preaching about the voice of God,

believing that God's voice, that God was speaking through me.

There was another voice.

Speaking to me.

The voice of vanity and pride.

voice.

It comes in whispers.

whisper so soft that I didn't think to be afraid.

Bobby, I've heard that, but why is yes you have?

That is a voice that has touched every man and woman on this earth.

It is a voice that is too ashamed.

to be heard by more than one person at a time. It is a whisper.

It's all.

This is the North Fremont. Kill the spotlight and the sound on Bobby now.

It is not the voice that called to a young boy in a cornfield. I said now.

bring out the music.

Thank you.

That'd be easy.

Before you praise God.

of our little praise for body free mind.

try to do out there was very difficult.

I failed.

I heard the voice of God.

You saw God's face.

Bobby, you're not God.

You're human.

fail.

That's the secret of your ministry, isn't it?

It's okay to fail because we get a second chance.

Those people who came to see you tonight.

We'll listen to you.

They believe in that second chance.

They need that second chance.

I'll take that away from them.

Bobby.

What is it?

It's called courage.

I want you out of here. Well, I'm sure you do.

Oh, it took me a while, but I put all the pieces together.

Billingham, Brooke, your contact with the

ex-convicts through Bobby's work at the prison

to help your husband needs the power you want.

You hired an ex-con to kill Brooke to keep that power.

Then you had to keep on killing.

Are you saying that you have evidence that connects me to some act of violence?

Oh, yeah. Give me that old-time religion. Ha!

Is it good enough for you?

But this man has to say it's going to be good enough for the DA.

reach out to Eleanor.

I'm gonna be there for you.

But I can't. You're all Barbie. Barbie. Barbie. Barbie.

We shall gather at the river.

I thought even in the dead of winter. Hey there.

You wouldn't happen to know of a place where two starving people

might pull their boots off and put their feet up next

to a nice warm fire, would you? Yeah, sure.

If you let me cut the kinling and carrying the logs, how are you doing?

You were right. What? Did she beat you up and tell you that you don't know anything

just because you're a kid? Hey, this is life buster.

You got to be tough to get through. I didn't mean to be so mad at you.

I just didn't want to hear what you told me.

I know.

Hey, I bet you didn't know Susan and I had the same birthday. What?

You mean

you're gonna grow up just like her? I hope so. Oh no!

We gotta talk about this. You know, it's not too late. Wait, no, no.

Look at this woman. Look at her. She's stubborn. She's bullheaded.

She's cold-hearted. Hey, what about their fireplace?

You have to worry about yourself. I've got a problem here with my client.

We've got to solve this problem.

OK, so maybe she is gorgeous and dazzling and intelligent.

But that's not everything, you know? I could just wait for you. Anything.