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I must have that book Spencer, and I don't care what you have to do to get it.

Tonight, on Spencer for hire. What makes you think I'm a hooker?

What makes me think I am a cop? I said you are!

What if I can't just trouble Spencer? Trouble is my business. Fine, too.

I know you want that book as much as I do. I just fired you, Spencer.

Now stay out of my life. I want the book. I can't give it to you.

You're going to kill Spencer for me, whether you'd like it or not.

Must be in this real deep way over my head.

There's a nervous judge. Even if we are noticed, nobody knows why we're meeting.

It's easy for you to say. You realize we're in a credibility, my reputation,

if any of this became public, it won't. Trust you're right.

Remember, no trouble. Give him the money and follow him.

I want to know who he is, where he goes, everything. Understand? Yes, sir.

Invasion of privacy or the public's right to know.

Whichever the truth is, we live in a world where

our lives have become less and less private.

And perhaps no one suffers more than public figures, even judges.

Travel is most people have a skeleton or two in their closet.

And that included my new client, the honorable Jason King.

It seems a judge had been a secret supporter of the world's oldest profession.

Now he needed me because someone had gotten their hands on this little black book.

But it wasn't until the unexpected death of a woman's

little blue purse that the real trouble started.

I'm like, crap!

Help!

Drop the bag right there. Who says? Simon says.

Whatever Simon says, you're supposed to be. You're a dead man. Wait a second.

You didn't let me finish. You're finished.

You know how much I like using this knife?

Not half as much as I like use in this gun.

I've been done for a long time before my stomach gets upset.

That always makes my handshake real bad.

Hey, man, we didn't know Kate's was a friend of yours. Leave quicker. Come on.

Thanks. No problem. Couldn't let him go coppin' up the gift horse

with the red carnation, now. Good, I. Put the gun away any time now.

I'll decide that. Where's the money? Where's it, boy? Just hand over the money.

Maybe I tell you.

You're supposed to make a trade. You're suppose to have the book.

Yeah, well, all that's changed now.

The judge is going to have to come up with a lot more

before he sees his precious little book. And now, Mr. Aaron Boy, the cash.

Come on!

Three!

All right, hold it right there.

I'm a PI, I'm on a case. Sure you are.

Why you have a stolen purse? She's right there. Ma'am! Ma'AM!

Well, well, what

have we here?

swings and arrows about rageous fortune.

Never mind.

After a look at my ID in a call to Sergeant Frank Belson,

the officers apologized and released me.

They didn't apologize for failing to recognize the line from Hamilton.

Did you get the book? No, I didn't get the books. What about the money?

I'm afraid I got away with the envelope. You can't be serious.

What about paying for a Spencer? To be as careful as possible.

I figured he might not have the book, so I stuffed the envelope with play money.

Little plastic houses. Ever come on the market, he's gonna make a killing.

So now we're right back where we started. What if he doesn't contact us again?

Oh, he will. I must have that book Spencer.

And I don't care what you have to do to get it.

judge have several leads.

The word several was a slight exaggeration. Actually, I had only one clue to go on.

One of the punks in the alley had called him Cates.

And one of the things I recall about Mr. Cates

was that he was chewing on something when he first showed up.

It was a fancy swizzle stick, the kind bartenders used to stir drinks.

The question was, which of Boston's several thousand bars did it come from?

A quick call to Frank Belson told me his full name

was Alfie Kates, and he had a considerable record in drugs, pornography, and girls.

His file even came complete with a mug shot.

With that, and his swizzles stick, I knew just who to see him.

Still making a living on your back, huh?

Well, well, he's still my heart spence. Oh, where have you been keeping yourself?

Oh, here and there. They tell me

you really know what you're doing. Naturally.

I've always believed in doing the job.

Well, I'm not at all maintaining that reputation. You know what I mean?

I know what ya mean. Only things change, including reputations.

I've straightened myself out of Spencer. I heard. I'm real proud of you, Jesse.

I'm pretty proud of myself. Look, I hate dredging up the past, right?

I know, but you're going to anyway, right. I need some information. Relax, honey.

It's all right, I understand.

20 years on the street earns you a special kind of degree.

One they don't offer in college now. Just because I've straighten up my act,

doesn't mean I can't be a technical advisor.

Fred Dot.

There's another hard one, the name of a bar that uses a swizzle like that.

That you said this was the hard one.

Try our minds. They're Washington Square. You are incredible.

You don't need to sweet talk me. But I do like it. Anything else?

Yeah, you work on 65 Mustangs.

I passed by our moms dozens of times, but had never actually gone in.

I heard it was one of those tasteless clubs

with over-priced drinks in a singer with one

name like Crystal or Brandy.

I can't imagine why it's such a hot spot all these years.

We're gonna

get you. Have a swizzle stick. What? You know, a stir.

I'm a collector.

Yeah, that's all right.

You know a guy named Arthur Keats?

No. No.

Well, if you happen to run into him, give him that.

Boardwalk.

Yeah, you can tell him that if he wants to pass going to collect $200.

He has to see me first.

Bye.

You know I'd ask you to buy me a drink, but I know that you're not supposed to drink

when you're on duty.

Well, I might take you up on that drink, but I don't have 20 bucks for the room.

What makes you think I'm a cop?

I guess I had that one coming to me. You want to start from scratch? Sure.

You

want a scratch first? Okay.

I heard you asking about Alfie Kate's, do you know? Yeah, we met.

Yes, so what do you want without me?

next time.

We'll end the business.

Anything to do with the envelope filled with play money? I don't know.

What do you have to do? I told you, baby, you asked too many questions.

Well, hello, Mr. Aaron Boy.

You know, I like games as much as the next guy,

but when people pay me money, I'd like it to be real. The game's over.

Where's my 20,000? You get paid for what you deliver.

Back to the beginning. I'll see. Where's the book?

What's going on here, Alfie? Shut up, I mean. No, what's he got to do with the book?

Haven't you figured it out yet? He's working for your father. Her father.

Well, haven't you been the formerly introduced yet?

This is Eileen Kingsley, the judges daughter.

That's real warm, I lane.

Running a number on your own father was that your idea?

Or did Alfie here get real persuasive? He convinced you to turn on him. Alfie?

No, Alfie didn't have to convince me of anything.

My upstanding father did it all by himself. Get them back.

That's a pretty second. That's going to be a pretty good one.

The air in Boyle wants to hear about how you two cooked up this black male scheme.

Black male? I told you to shut up and beat it!

We never talked about black male Alfie! We? Oh no, no, that was never any wea.

It was me. What a dumped you a long time ago, but hadn't been for that book.

She said that you loved me.

I think I could love some trashy slut like you.

Cheers to the few men.

You both, they're both against you! What are you looking at?

What had started out as a routine case of Blackmail had become a mystery.

I leaned the judge's daughter had kept her relationship with Cates from her father.

That was perfectly understandable considering

the first class creeped the boyfriend was.

And since I was a child, I was not a child. was a party to their unhappy breakup,

I figured I'd owed it to her to find her a place to stay.

Luckily, there was a vacancy at hotel Silverman. Hi. How's she doing?

Well, once I got her to stop crying and start sleeping, she was out home all night.

All right.

I feel it.

Okay.

This is breakfast. Bran muffins, fruit, vanilla, fiber fruit nuts.

It's very healthy. So it's taken eggs. Full of cholesterol.

See, the healthier she gets, the more bland my diet becomes.

Now, if that ain't love, I don't know what is. So besides, it died.

How's the word in treating you? A lot better than I've been treated in a long time.

He used me. He said that he loved

me and that he was going to marry me and

that all this.

that the hooking was just temporary. That's what he said to me.

He said that it was just until we got enough money to make a fresh start.

Sorry.

It was all lies.

Every single one of them and I believed them all. Why didn't you tell your father?

Stepfather. He's not my real father and believe me if he did know he wouldn't care.

How long has it been since you've seen him?

I don't know, it's been over a year. How did Kate get the book?

What is this book everyone keeps talking about? I don't know anything about a book.

Is there any way Kate's could have used you to get to your father?

I told you he's not my father. But I'm sure if he knew he'd be concerned.

Don't make me laugh.

My stepfather is just uh...

a pious old fake who pretends to be a servant of the people.

You know, it's really ironic.

He gets paid good money to lock people up for something that he got away with.

What do you think he's

done?

Think. I know.

He murdered my mother.

Thank you.

Ah!

B-B-B.

Yeah!

The clock.

I said, are you hot?

What if I am? Well, if you are, I got a little job that needs to be done. Hey!

And I heard he was the bad. You got a name? Yeah. Alfie Kate.

How'd you like to make up with thousands of bucks, huh?

How'd your like to turn yourself around and find a door? Huh?

It cost you that much to get me to get dressed and take a shower. About 2,000?

Yes, I'll even break this. Don't even hurt what I want you to do yet.

I don't have to.

Why is that? My mother taught me to recognize quality when I see it.

You know, I got a feeling here who's involved in this,

where you're going to give it to them about the money.

I'm about to put you on click. How's the name Kingsley striking?

Judge Jason Kingsley. Yeah, and a little book of his that has recently

come into my possession, one that is cram full of interesting information.

Not I mean?

I need a blow from a sledgehammer to know that

Eileen hadn't told me the complete truth.

She was holding something back and enough

heartfelt accusations had been hurled around

to

warrant some digging.

Jason Kingsley, huh? Yeah, real night in the shining armor.

That's the dragons and round table. You know that as well as I do.

Well, even Camelot had a black night from time to time.

Personally, I never kid very much for the guy.

Well, like I tell you, we're talking Mr. Clean here.

Why the sudden interest in Kingsley anyway? What about his wife's death?

That was last year. Paul down the stairs, right? Yeah, pretty much. Shope and shut.

Anything odd about the case? Something that might have rubbed you the wrong way?

Come on, Spencer. I mean, thousands of people lose their lives

and household accidents every year besides I was there. You went on the case.

Why not a uniform cop? Public relations.

I mean it never hurts to give a VIP a little special attention.

Were they raided or not? You know I don't miss this at all.

Just a second, Spencer. Yeah, Belsen. Hold on.

You know, there was something, Spencer,

I don't get your hopes up, I'm sure it was nothing.

But the assistant coroner that handled the Kingsley case

gave me a call the day after the accident.

He said it was something peculiar about the accident,

when I talked to him later he said it was nothing and he was sorry.

somebody else's brain. Thanks.

Don't mind the match.

Now, what can I do for you?

Dr. Kufford, I understand that you conducted the autopsy

on Janice King's leave about a year or so ago.

Yes. Uh, horrible

tragedy. The,

uh...

Inquest indicated that she died from a fall. Uh, yes, that's correct.

Is there any other circumstances that could

have been a contributing factor in her death?

No. The diagnosis was simple, very clear-cut case.

I was told there was something unusual about the case,

something that didn't find its way to the official report.

Absolutely not. Now the cause of death was obvious from the beginning.

May I ask, were you heard such a thing?

You know, I don't really remember.

It was probably a bum steer.

Well, listen, thank you for your time. Yeah? Not at all.

I'm I'm, I'm here I was waiting to follow the corner

and there was someone following me.

Hey!

Yes, I'd have to wait to find out who we belong to. Head down. Step into it.

Hold on.

That's all for Hickory. Thank you.

That's what you do here. Trying to find out what's going on, judge.

Well, that's what I hired you for. Have you located the book yet?

I might have a shot if he'd start dealing from the top of the deck.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, for starters, let's talk about your stepdaughter, Eileen.

What did she have to do with this?

Well, when I met her boyfriend, well, I should say,

her ex-boyfriend was none other than our old pal Alfie Kates.

You actually saw Eileen? You found her?

Oh, thank God I've been worried sick about her. Where is she? She's safe.

She's rather distraught about the death of her mother.

Oh, actually, they were very close.

She seems to think there's more to it than a simple fall down the stairs.

She wasn't taken too seriously. Anything she says, the accident hit her very hard.

She's despondent, disoriented, given to imagination. She seemed rather lucid to me.

No, she doesn't know all the actual facts.

Well, the facts were left to Dr. Robert Kelford, weren't they?

I've decided to forget about getting that book back with dispenser.

I won't be needing any more of my secretary of opinion

for your time just to at least get further bail.

What's in that book, Judge?

Why would you want to pay Alfie Keats' blood money to get it back?

I just fired you, dispenser, and I'll stay out of my life.

I decide when I take a case, and decide when i drop it.

Judge Gainesley. Dennis, where is she? What's going on here?

Could it turn on the

light? What did I one night? I live in my own light.

Nietzsche. You aren't the only one with a library card, babe.

You're here to discuss existentialism, and it's impact on modern man.

You know somebody named Kates?

Okay? I understand you're working for the high and mighty Jason Kingsley.

What do you know about Judge Kingsley? I'm the one asking the questions.

All you have to do is supply the answers.

Well, that seems a little one-sided.

What happened to mutual cooperation?

What's the electricity between you and Kingsley? Like I said, it takes two to tango.

Well, I guess we won't be doing much dance in this evening. Doesn't look that way.

Kate's is trouble Spencer.

Troubles my business.

Mine too.

I like that one. I know this stuff. Well, so why did you change your major?

Well, you know, actually, I really was. I was doing very well in psychology,

but then I hit the killer course. Don't tell me statistics. How did you know that?

Because anyone who's ever taken a stil has nightmares about it.

Oh, God, I'm so glad to hear that. You know, I thought I was the only one.

Have you thought about going back? You know grad school isn't that bad.

Yeah.

Nope. My life has changed too much. That was a long time ago.

Speaking of time, I have to get to a class.

There's some really simple cheesecake in the refrigerator if you want it, OK?

I have a go take a shower. Thank you, Susan. Sure.

I'll get it.

Who is it? It's

Spencer.

No! No! Get the gun! Get off me! Get off that! Get off my bitch!

Yeah.

You recognize him? Yeah, he was from a stepfather.

I leaned insisted that I drive her to a friend's, someone Kate's knew nothing about.

There she was sure she would be safe. I hoped so.

I was beginning to wonder how far the good judges' tentacles might reach.

So our friend spends all of 45 minutes in custody before his lawyer's bring him.

Well, that figure sounds like my dear stepfather got right

to work at him in the release. I wonder what he was doing there in the first place.

I don't know. Well, I think we all know Eileen. It's the book.

And it's not full of just a list of sexual indiscretions.

But I guess I'd say, rhymes. Check back, spails. Don't forget murder.

That's where you come in, right? Cade's got his hands on that book, all right.

But he didn't get it from the judge's house. You took it. What if I did?

What's it to you, Spencer? I don't need you grilling me, OK?

No, what you need is help.

But I can give it to ya.

We've got to start dealing in the truth here, Eileen. I need some answers.

It's my business and I don' need your help. Yes, you do, and you know it.

What were you looking for in that book?

something about your mother's death, some evidence you could use

against the judge, maybe a greedy ambitious assistant corner.

I think you really are a detective.

Don't tell Susan she thinks I'm a thug.

So when were you going to use it against him?

But I will believe that I'm gonna get it back from Alfie and use it.

Hi. Hi. Are you okay? Yeah, I'm okay. Remember me, the old rubber ball?

Is this the guy that's been helping you?

Okay, so no one's asking.

What? What is it?

Where do you think you're going?

I'm sorry, sir. He just marched right in. Should I cross security?

No, that's all right. This gentleman and I are older acquaintances.

You can shut the door. Yes, sir?

We think...

Okay, good.

I remember.

What other tricks can you perform? My time is valuable, Hawk.

State your business in the anyway. Right.

Get a say that a

man's taste in books is a mirror of his soul.

Keep all your damn novels at home.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure a lot of books.

I suppose you know right away if one of them were missing with me. Who sent you?

Eileen. I don't know Eileen...

You were hired to collect the twenty thousand, weren't you? Twenty.

I would have thought a judge would understand the

insidious effects of inflation on the present economy.

How much?

100,000 effects.

You think I'm stupid enough to hand the money over to you?

Don't forget, I know you want that book as much as I do.

And you'll never voluntarily hand it over to me now, will you?

24 little hours.

Okay.

It all kept coming back to the mysterious book.

If I thought Alvie was dumb enough to carry it, I would have turned him on a sudden,

shake it and out of him when we first met. But now that I lean it come clean,

I knew where it was hidden. I only hoped Kate's hadn't moved.

I'm a defensive. A distinct possibility. I must think I'm an idiot.

I've heard he's an excellent judge of character.

You give me laughter? Well, you think that's

funny, do you?

He's way out of your league. Is that so? Look, I didn't come here to argue.

You got something to tell me about that book I'm listening.

You say Spencer's out of my league, but is he out of yours?

You eliminate Spencer for me, and then we talk about the book.

Yeah, that's both I eliminate you right now.

You're gonna kill Spencer for being with you like it or not.

And they buttle me in anything for you? Oh, yeah, I know it does.

Take a look at this. Go ahead, look at it. page 42 of the book, a photocopy.

All about a job you did for the judge in a certain Cynthia Butler got involved.

Who was she anyway, huh? Some chick you had the hearts for?

That looks on the safe place, honey.

Anything happens to me that goes right to the capsule and you stand.

You know what that means?

I said, Spencer is dead.

Mark says he gave you my message. Now, look. Shut up and listen.

You come to the club by month tomorrow at 1.

Back to where we'll be open and no tricks, you're out of here. No way to make it.

Hello.

Hello?

Good afternoon, gentlemen. It's a very kind of you to drop by.

Unfortunately, the bartender is visiting a sick grand bar. Get to the point.

What do you want? Does that mean you won't be having a drink?

Well, I hope you don't mind if I do a little indulging. You see, I'm celebrating.

I'm about to come into some money. Look.

You've got something in mind. I'm tired of playing games.

I assume you want to sell me the book.

Well, before we talk about your book and my money,

there's a nagging little problem that has to be dealt with. What problem?

Well, one that I'm sure you're as sick of as I am.

A too bit hired Aaron Boy who doesn't seem to know

when to keep his nose out of matters that don't concern him. Spencer?

That's right, you're on it. You know, I never thought I'd see the day

when I would have something in common with someone of your high moral fiber.

Just what did you have in mind?

I intend to correct the situation.

He's here. Who's here? Step

right in. The door's open.

Well, well, if it isn't, our mutual friend... What the hell is going on here?

Like I said, I intend to correct the situation.

Or should I say that Hawk here is going to do the correct thing?

Welcome to our little party. I think you know his honor and the judge. Oh, yeah.

I've just never seen him in his natural element.

I warned you to stay out of my life.

When I told you, I decided when I dropped a case.

What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Looking for Mr. Goodbye.

Hawkins kindly consented to eliminate a nagging problem.

One that doesn't seem to know when the mind is on business.

Must be in this real deep. Way over my... Are you sure?

That's where I know. Well, sometimes the current gets to be so strong

you have no choice but to go with the flow.

I would say I'm sorry but I know it wouldn't help.

No.

BAM!

You realize what happened if I was implicated in this? Of course.

It's the whole idea. Just want to make sure you know who's calling the shots here.

We'll have a maggot. A maggot? Yeah. One that's got your book.

Tonight.

What are you trying to do? Kill each one of you twice in one day?

I thought I might put your seatbelt on for you,

but I didn't think the law applied to the dead.

You're a better cold blooded killer than you are, a comedian.

Convention wasn't that. Yeah, they butted all right.

You are involved in murder as of now up to your eyeballs.

Of course you were involved in this already, weren't you?

I can lot could go down tonight knowing all the facts

could mean a better chance of walking away in one piece.

You know all the effects you need to know, no one more will not save you.

You tell me once you had a sister. Who died? Affirmative.

Your name was Cynthia Butler, wasn't it? Married me. How'd you die?

Told you you know all you need to know.

Kingsley Killer might as well put a bullet through a heart.

Get the book back tonight. Expose and bring him down.

You're Cynthia and all the other people he's harmed. Negative.

Not fighting for anyone else on this one, Spencer.

Just like you say, this be personal. People still alive.

Be heard bad by talk of Cynthia in that book. I'm gonna find it.

I'm going to burn it. I will tell you only one more thing, Spencer. What's that?

You and Kate's. Get it on all you want.

But the honorable Jason Kingsley belongs to me.

In the darkness of a cold Boston night, Alfie Cates would finally give up the book,

but to whom the judge wanted it, his daughter wanted it and most seriously of all,

all wanted it.

Team 2 is in position, Sergeant.

And I let's stay alert out there. It could be any minute.

Are you sure it's messing with us when he's talking about it?

It could a lot of ghost stories.

He knows.

is now.

And Alfie's right on time too.

Stand by.

Judge should be done any minute.

Well, well, well.

All that money.

And on a judges' salary, where you must have been saving your pennies for years.

Fraudable daughter returns. It is you, isn't it?

You pardon me for not being sure, because the last time I saw you,

it had on four pounds of makeup and your hair was orange. Same old dad.

No, just how to put somebody at ease.

I doubt that you give it to him, but I have managed to straighten out my life.

Well, be that as it may, you'll have to excuse me, I've had a point of an hour.

You think you're gonna get your precious little book back, don't you?

We'll take a little advice from your devoted daughter.

I'll be Kate's won't just give you your book back that easily.

No, he's gonna bleed you for every penny that he can get. That's all. Believe it.

I know because he got a share of my blood. What does it you want? Out with it.

I have to go. You and I have a little unfinished business to take care of. Well?

I want to talk about my mother. I already know that you murdered her.

I want you to tell me why you did it.

You're just like her. You know that? Self-righteous stubborn.

Always demanding answers to questions that don't concern you. My mother is dead.

You killed her and you walked away scot-free

and you don't think I should be concerned about that?

She fell. That's all there was to it.

Was it just a coincidence

that she happened to find them?

Book of yours on the very same day that she died? That's right, daddy.

See, I saw her with it.

She was in the bedroom and she was crying. And I asked her why she was so upset,

but she was too proud to tell me. To tell me how the nice, comfortable world

that you had built for her was suddenly crashing down around her feet.

Her entire marriage to you was nothing but a damn stinking lie. Shut up.

You're not talking about it. Don't die. She confronted you, didn't she?

She threatened to expose you for the low life

that you are, and for that, she paid the price.

Now you're going to prove she's right by exposing me yourself.

You'll resurrect her ghost and get your revenge at the same time. How efficient.

But there's a small problem, isn't there?

That's right, the book.

You don't have it.

You don' have a shred of evidence to back up your little theory.

I'm afraid there's nothing you can do with it here. Nothing at all.

I'm gonna kill you from what you've done. Don't be a fool. I'm

going to shoot you.

You are not done. You can't shoot a man in cold blood. Some can.

Put that gun down and you leave.

Now!

Don't even think about it, old man. I'll warn you once.

You got no chance at that guy.

Damn food

We get gunfire.

I probably have to go down the station to give

them a statement, but it looks like I can go.

You know where? Not yet.

I think I'll stay with my friend any for a few days and then, I don't know, I'll

be talking

about maybe getting out and starting over.

Maybe Philadelphia,

just got some family there. I'll do good. Thank you.

You're okay at heart? No, but I'm gonna.

I got a judge with a very large hole in him, a 357 hole.

He wasn't armed, I don't suppose.

Well, yeah, he had a gun on him, but it wasn't fired.

Sounds like he was a little slow. Yeah, he was slow, all right.

But, uh, Hawking, I'll be talking to a little tentative about that.

You see him before I do. Tell him I want to talk to him.

We got business, the book.

Nelson wants you. I'll go. Got nothing to hide. But first, I want the book.

I can't give it to you.

I gave it to him half an hour ago.

a lot of evidence in that book for a lot of crimes.

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