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Tonight. No! On Spencer for hire. I want to help the Lord.

I want some answers, Concade. Why your sister try to kill herself?

Leave the woman and her family alone.

If she wants a private detective, she's gonna hire one.

Tell me something about the shooter. I think that was him. Shoot that shit.

What is it with you in this case? I'm into it, alright?

You're falling apart. You don't even know it.

You're gonna tell me what's going on with Lori Concade? A deep dark family secret.

Once knew Detective who actually liked his steakhouse.

It gave him an excuse to eat all the greasy

fast foods his wife wouldn't let him touch.

For me, Steakhouse has always been a bore, but

the one I'd been on for the last 36 hours

was better than most. It wasn't that the case was particularly interesting.

I was helping a shopkeeper who didn't want to pay protection when he'd a hood was.

It was the location for blocks from home.

No chilly dogs and doughnut shop coffee for this detective.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

It makes me a lot clumsy.

He's in

there, frosty way.

My name is Spencer.

I've seen you before, my windows across from yours. I have to go.

There she was, herring away. It fit the image I had of her ever since she moved

at the apartment across your mind a few months ago. Hey!

Hey, your pearls!

I glassed out through the window, seen around the streets,

and kept being struck by the same feeling.

was frightened.

frightened and alone. I found myself in an odd way wanting to protect her.

Chicken province. Theparagus

with hollandaise.

That was good. Good. And good.

Now we're sitting here protecting the premises of Mollen's

son's final fashion to be a pilot here. A new kind of detective work.

New Val Stake Out.

Hold it, Devon, shine.

Hold it!

until your boss at Richard Muller doesn't need protection

because we're his protection. Are you crazy? I'm Richard Mullers.

You're not Richard Mullering. Junior has in Muller and son.

What are you doing running around with a shotgun? Looking out for what's ours.

That's my job. That's why your father hired me.

While us watch birds are watching each other, who's watching the stone?

I suppose we should ask Junior for some ID.

I felt awful.

I hadn't slept in three days and I screwed up with you in a simple case.

All I wanted to do was crawl under bed.

There she was again, my little girl lost. I dreamed

a hundred life stories for her.

There was a great way to ignore my work, but unfortunately.

Life is a way of catching up with him.

Bonser.

No, Mr. Mueller, this is not how I usually do my job. No, sir.

No sir, I would not think of Billing you for this. No, no.

No!

No!

Hello, good morning.

I just don't remalor store it. What a mess. Totally destroyed. Blonde hell.

Frank, I was there, remember? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it's tough to really botch a case like that.

Are you trying to cheer me up or what? Look, Spencer, I know what it's like.

I've been there before. I know it's the totally slow.

screw up like that is the worst feeling in the world, but you can't win them all.

And you see that poor woman jumped like that. That paramedic say.

Well, this side of critical, if you didn't hit the oning, she'd be dead.

You know who she is or why she'd.

Yeah. Name is Lori Corbett, which is a book illustrator.

Apparently, they did pretty well at it, too. That's the way she wanted to jump.

You guess this is as good as mine if you didn't even know.

Maybe if she makes it, you're gonna ask her. That's it?

That's a police investigation. Spensive. We got priorities, you know?

We'll be lucky if we can solve half the cases of people that wanted to stay alive.

Something made her desperate enough to want to jump?

Yeah, once a little too late to worry about that now.

You look louder, but check out how we get some sleep.

Sleep.

paradise. I knew as soon as my

head at the pillow I would be out for hours.

That's the way it was supposed to work anyway.

But every time I close my eyes, I saw Laurie Corbett standing on that ledge.

And if I kept him closed...

I saw what happened next.

Shouldn't you be asleep? Yeah.

They had to operate. Broken ribs, arm, some internal injuries.

She's lucky to be alive, a little bit of she is.

Oh, she is. I checked her out. The ID's falling.

I don't know who she is, but Lori Corbett doesn't exist.

Somebody's got to know who She is.

I'm telling you, Spencer, for all we know, the

lady could have just walked out of thin air.

So the mystery of the frightened girl grew. And with it, I need to solve it.

maybe if I could see it from her perspective it would help.

she thinking once she worked at this window.

What was she thinking when she jumped?

Suicide for anyone's problems was a solution I could never accept.

Roland.

The most famous of Charlemagne's paladins. I was flattered that I was a model.

Another face of the artist.

fear.

anger

violence. A young

woman in turmoil.

So I wasn't the only private animal I've ever lived.

Very slid.

I'm going to ask.

Let me spend some of my private investigator.

I'd like to ask you a few questions. I don't give lessons.

Try to tell the government I'm quite sure it'll give you some point this.

Tough guy.

I'm glad you noticed it'll save time on the demonstration.

Look, why don't you and I stop trying to impress each other?

I'm here about Laurie Corbin. She tried

to kill herself today.

I'd like to see to it. She doesn't try again. I'm going to do your favor, Spencer.

I'm gonna ask you to buzz off. Usually I just make it.

I consider it a professional courtesy. Not disappear.

I can see you're not going to be real helpful. I'll put it in.

I'm just going to let you step back before I slam the door.

You know, I'm better at day and I might enjoy that duken of that with you,

but all I want is a little information, and I'm gonna get it one way or another.

Try together.

In retrospect, I think it should have bounced Harry Slade around the hotel a bit.

It would have been a lot quicker than sitting

in my car again, doing a crossword puzzle.

Wait.

And again, I didn't have to wait long. Slated appeared and an associate.

I figured if I followed Sladen's pal around for a while,

they all might be more cooperative this time.

again maybe not.

Great, Tails.

next. I string a tin can to my bumper.

Thank you.

Mm.

I called Slade's room with the Belmont, and there was no answer.

It seemed like a good time to let myself in and do what all good detectives do.

Snoop around.

Call me paranoid, but I get suspicious when someone

answers an innocent question with threats.

When they start taking cheap shots like Slade's Goon, I get downright nosy.

Can I help you?

Yes, this is Mr. Slating Room 303. I'll be checking out shortly.

Could you please send up my bill?

And I might be in the shower, so just light it under the door. Room 30 3, yes.

Thank you. Thank you

I suppose I should have been comforted by how tired I looked.

It gave me an excuse for blowing everything I did that day.

Someone who didn't make me feel much better.

amazing what you can learn about a person from a hotel bill.

Slade liked meat and potatoes,

late night movies and was from San Diego, California.

Best of all, I know he made five long

distance calls back home to two phone numbers

and those numbers were right there on the

bill.

That's what we in the detective trade call a lead.

Mrs. King Cade.

and it's an important day.

Of course they've already left.

I'm supposed to have dinner with the concage in Boston

tonight and I've forgotten what hotel they're staying at. music

movies detectives hide behind newspapers and spy on people in the hotel lobby.

And that was all I'd do.

that's how it works.

Let's have a drink and eat the talk.

Check us out, huh? I'm a little thirsty myself.

Well, don't you think you've had enough to drink on the plane? Mm-hmm.

Mr. Slayden, I have some business to talk about.

Why don't you go to our room and have a drink?

I ordered a bar for you.

Can I take that for you, Mrs. Kincai? Should I know you?

I'm a Spencer, I'm working with Mr. Slade on this case.

I part my appearance on the undercover reservation for Kincaid.

You and Mr. Slade do good work.

We were beginning to think that we'd never find Laurie. And almost two years.

Never could find her if she does earlier.

They have been better if you'd never found her at

all. Did you drink? I know.

Thanks.

I don't mean to sound cold.

It's just that I'm not sure that Laurie wanted to be found. Obviously.

She was living under an assumed name. So much effort to hide from her own brother.

Well, he's not the easiest person to live with.

Did anybody ask Laurie if she wanted to see us?

No, actually I didn't have a chance to talk with her. Maybe someone should.

If you do, you'll see how fragile she is emotionally. And she lived with us.

It took up most of Keith's time and attention.

Not much time for myself.

I sort of thought that running away might have been the best thing that she did.

It wasn't kind of us to find her.

Running away is not always the answer.

Maybe not.

But aren't we all Mr. Spencer running from something? No.

Well, I am.

Laurie might not have jumped if she hadn't been found. So how do I forget that?

Your associate won't drink with me, Mr. Slay.

Doesn't that violate gum shoe bylaws or something?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Kincae, but I have to speak to Mr. Spencer privately.

Could you excuse us for a moment? I'd love to.

And if I only go to the barn, I'd have to drink alone.

You know, learn too fast. Do you think it's expensive?

I think it is time for another private lesson.

You

Oh, did that one big guy, huh?

How you gonna charge for these lessons, D?

I had to guess.

Something that happened when she was much younger.

Something that still exists, still haunts her.

Like maybe your brother. So I just

say he could be part of it,

but it feels like something bigger than just one person.

Or as if her world was somehow clouded.

You're asking me to read tea leaves. I mean, without a chance to talk to the girl,

for all we know these could be drawings for a book to... She tried to cure herself.

A day or so after a private investigator found her,

and notified her family where she was. She's afraid.

so much so that she doesn't want to live anymore.

That's it.

That's what I can't let go of.

What are you doing here? I'm taking a walk into our boss's gourmet restaurant.

I need you help. No way, Spencer. You know things aren't the way they used to be.

Look, I found out who the girl jump really is. Just a little background information.

That's all I need. Look, Spencer, maybe you haven't heard.

But I work for this guy named Lieutenant Webster, not you.

And if he finds out I'm doing it right now, I'll tell you what.

I wouldn't end up directing traffic somewhere.

Her name is Laurie King Case, she's from San Diego, California,

and she jumped from that ledge after a private investigate

her brother hired founder here. What is it with you in this case?

I'm into it, alright? Yeah, you're into it all the way up to your rivals,

which by the way, it's not in the look like something out of a Stephen King movie.

You been a bad sponsor? Yeah, yeah, it's like that. Let me put it this way.

You've been asleep.

Sort of. Sort of

That's always this girl.

She's better. She's out of intensive care.

She needs our help.

Hour? Come on, Frank!

and I'll see what I can do in webstarring around. Oh, you're right.

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You owe me two.

Thank you.

You dropped these when they first met.

to my one.

I want to help you, Laura.

I almost made it.

What you do?

I want it to be free.

to escape.

I wanted it to be over.

All right, when you talk to Harry Slay, what'd he tell you?

Please, please don't let that take. That's all we're doing here.

Lower your your all right.

Stay away. I'm not going with you. You're going to have to leave now. Thank you.

You're the one she doesn't want to see. She's my sister.

I think I know what's best for her. Go away. Get out of here, Spencer. Now.

You'll have to live. You're upsetting her. I'm her brother.

It's this man who's upsetting her, then you'll have to leave.

Thank you.

What's going on with Lori? What the hell? Why is she afraid of her brother?

Like a bitch.

It's by a crystal ball. Hey! Hey, what? Come on! I got a swan on one.

You want to go for the tie breaker? Let's go. Come on.

What the hell is going on here?

I found a couple of shells up on the roof right where Spencer thought there'd be.

We also found a high-powered rifle just like you said.

Apparently what happened is the government took them both out with a couple

of shots. Yeah. It's like Spencer was right on this one. Okay, it was a real probe.

Oh, yeah, it's better shooting.

Yeah.

and get all the answers. So I guess you can tell me who shot these guys.

Sure, of course, I've been holding off

for the last two hours because the last 20 cops

who asked me that didn't say the magic word.

Okay, let's try a simple one.

Who are you working for?

Please. No one.

I happen to see a young girl jump out of a window and since nobody on the Boston PD

except Sergeant Belsen here seemed to give it to him, I thought I'd find out why.

Harry Slade, the late Harry Slate was involved.

He was about to tell me how when somebody...

You'll know. Now, what is it with you, Spencer?

You've got nothing better to do than chase ambulances?

Is that how you get your big retainers? I hate it. I'm just trying to help the girl.

All you're doing is complicating things. Look, do me a favor.

Leave the woman and her family alone.

If you want some private detectives, you can hire one.

You could at least be polite to the man. Could also do some hard time.

I'm sorry, I know he's tough, but I'm in the middle here.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

You're not going to drop this case, are you? Of course I am.

As soon as I find out what the story is on Laurie King Cave,

then Hawking go after the shooter and...

Got the information I asked you for.

a high-powered lawyer.

Big money, you know, old family money.

Slate did a lot of work for his firm.

The rest is right there, and you don't know where you got it.

But Belson slipped me was a clipping from a San Diego newspaper with Laurie's story.

When Laurie was 14 her mother was stabbed at death by a burglar.

Laurie and her 20-year-old brother Keats saw it happen. The killer was never found.

Then two years ago Laurie disappeared. I could understand her pain.

I couldn't understand why she wanted to die.

Or why a professional hitman would be involved. It didn't make sense.

Yet in my sleepless state, very little did.

Laurie, I just want to do what's best for you.

Come home with us and we can take care of you. I don't want to. I'm all right here.

Now how can you say that?

Look what you've tried to do to yourself.

I just...

I just want to be alone.

I have a good job. You don't want me to call Dr. Sac, do you? No.

I could, you know.

Call him up. He'd fly out here. Talk

to your doctors. Get a court order.

But then you'd have to go back to his hospital. Maybe for years this time.

No, please. OK.

You think it over?

Come back later and you can tell me what you've decided, all right?

Spencer.

What are you doing here again?

No one asked you to barge into our lives.

You're not one who's here, not by me and not by Laurie.

This is no longer a family matter. But since Harry Slade and his friend

were shot down in the street, shot.

Well, how are they?

Priscilla, I think the technical term is dead.

I once again can why is he dead and why did your sister try to kill herself?

Well, I think you happen to be mixing everything up together.

I have no idea why Mr. Slade would have been killed.

He was a man in a very dangerous profession. That's for my sister, Laurie.

She's had a very troubled life.

Did that start before or after your mother was killed?

Alright Spencer.

I've already warned you on several occasions, but you just don't seem to listen.

Do you?

I'll simply have to get a court order for bidding you anywhere near my sister.

Maybe get another one to have her committed, huh?

She was a very sick girl.

I'll give you this.

If you've got some very big problems in your family.

restraining order or not.

I'm going to find out what the truth is.

Cutie.

That's it. Hi there, cutie. Thought it'd get a little more attention than that.

You did, huh? Why? What have you done for me lately?

Being here isn't enough.

Oh, actually it is. You spoil me. Not enough it appears you look awful.

Well,

thank you.

I mean it, you've got to rest.

I will, I will. I will just to sooner or later if you think it's figured out.

Well, I can't. What the obsession? I've never seen you like this.

I'm fine. You are not. You don't eat. You don' sleep.

You always got yourself run by a truck because you're not thinking for it.

Frank Belson's got a big mouth. Frank Belsen is your friend.

He was worried about you and so am I. This is ridiculous.

I'm just a little tired, all right? What's ridiculous? That we care about you?

You're falling apart. You don''t even know it. I'm Just a little tight, all Right?

Yeah, not sleeping for days on end. And I'll do that to you. How would it?

Look, I'm okay really. Spencer,

this is not a condition called okay.

You're exhausted and irrational, and I'm afraid for you.

You could get yourself killed, and damn it, I'd hate that a lot.

I'm really that far gone.

Rubber room time.

Okay, all right, all Right. What now, Nurse? Bedtime, doctors orders.

Come on.

Yeah.

Don't open up for anything. Spencer!

I lost the shooter. Get some kryptonite superman. We get him.

He can't win a man in his shoulder. I want to put what it is, heart.

Ah!

Uh-huh.

You know, you could have dropped the diamond giving me a call.

You could have, I could have lost this trail

while I was talking to you, too, besides.

Why do I need to talk to a man who's falling apart in a hole?

Well, don't you start in on me, too. I'm doing fine. Just tell me something.

Tell me something about the shooter. I think that was him shooting that shot.

Aside from that. Still looking, they'd found out one thing about the shootee.

He shall not be mourned by many. Slade? Good detective, bad man.

Uses his detective skills to find out nasty information about folk.

Didn't charge him large sums of money, not to detect any more. Blackmail?

Blackmail, Lori, Blackmail the King Cays.

See? Tad is you are. You still get that steel trap, man.

You will convey my regrets to your blue suit friends.

I have to find a man carrying my bullet in his body.

Alright, I'll see you downtown. Okay.

Sergeant

I had a white guy drive Susan home. Thanks. You ever think I'm more expensive?

Yeah, about once in a while. It surprised me if your neighbors took up a position

to make you more. No Italian sausage? But I'm a lot drunk.

I'll listen.

Hawk is gonna have to voluntarily come down the headquarters and make a statement.

It doesn't make my job any easier.

When a guy who's a key witness to a crime was

part of the whole thing just leaves the scene.

It's gonna do a whole number on me when he could...

Like Evan Denner with a Dead Man.

Thank you.

Spencer. Bad

news. Your shoot is dead.

Good news, we know where to send the body. San Diego.

Fill me in.

Looks a run for Mr. Spencer? No. Where's your husband, Mrs. King Kate? He's out.

Drink? No.

Outward.

He left and he's out and I'm here.

So you coming back? Yeah.

I'm supposed to meet him. We're all going back to California.

One big happy family.

That's when he was starting to be so sweet, so nice without her around.

Two of us alone.

But he couldn't forget her. He had to find her.

Laurie needs help, he said. Laurie needs health, alright, she's a...

Well, you know she killed her own mother.

a deep dark family secret.

Keith told me all about it before we were married. Or he had a breakdown.

She had to be put away in her hospital,

but eventually she got out.

She's all cured, they said, and she came to live with us.

Hey, I've

got an idea.

You, you go and find Laurie. and you take us someplace.

You get out of town and you'll take us some place where he can't find us.

And you put him in a hole. I don't care. Just something. And you could do that.

Couldn't you? I'll pay you to. Please get it away from Keith. Where is your husband?

I can't fine my glass. Where is his husband? I told you that he left.

He went to get home. To the airport. What airport? Bedford.

He went and rented some private jet to take her home. To my home.

Spencer?

Cheers!

that of his Spencer now.

Is this what you really want to do, Laurie? This is what's best for her.

And she knows it.

I need help.

And the best place to get that help is back home. Isn't that true, Lord?

Can I see, told you that?

You've been living your own life here.

making your own decisions. Why stop now? Now remember what we talked about, huh?

Remember?

We made a decision. You have options, Laura. You have choices.

Nobody's going to make you do anything you don't want to do. I promise you that.

I'm on to stay.

I am staying.

Spencer.

You don't understand. She

is a very, very sick girl. You don' know what happened.

I do know, Laurie. I know what happens to your mother.

You've been alone with Mom and gone, and he would have been taken away.

Oh, Laurie, no. He said that they would put him in jail. I was afraid.

Do you see what you're doing to her? You're destroying her. You destroyed me!

killed my mother!

Your mother and then you might be lie about it for all these years.

You stand there and you stand there. Lord, you set off!

Stay there Spencer.

But you just stay away from us.

You've bullied her into saying all these things. I think you're the master of that.

You told Harry Slate the same thing, didn't you?

That it was your brother who killed your mother.

What did Harry do? Try to blackmail you?

So you had him killed. I mean, I was easy. I didn't know as much.

But I wouldn't go away. Not again. This time you'll kill me. Don't!

Will you help me?

Yeah Roger. Thank you.

Laurie's tragedy had finally ended, and my hope was her healing would now begin.

She had spoken the truth and could now be free.

For me, release would come in sleep.

sleep that knits up the ravel and sleeve of care.

of each day's something,

something.

Ballum of hearts, minds, something, yeah.

God I'm tired.