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tonight on Spencer for hire. Beholding man, yours is not too popular down here.

He's not too shy about banging the hairs of pimps and pushes together.

He'd be thinks of the same as a child. Drunk pushers, huh?

You pimps? Come on! Come on. I'll fetch you here on your own.

I think I made it kill someone last night. All I want to know is if it's true.

I don't know. You have to know. I don' care how drunk you were.

You really think he killed that girl? The priest is where he belongs.

I hope he rocks in there. I'm gonna prove I'm right. You're dead. Yes, sir.

Boston for Boston we sing a proud refrain

For here men are men and their hearts are true

And the toes on the ice are two hands old blue Ha ha ha ha Oh Frank Ha ha

Boston for Boston we sing a proud refrain

For here man I know I'm a classy guy Yeah the car was only 80 bucks to run

And don't try to change the subject, Spencer.

It's still John Ritter. That's an R-D-U. Ah. Richard Bateshart.

These days have been used. Not in this game. It has. It has, too. It's has, to...

You remember, we were coming out on the stage.

I said Basil Rathbone and you said Ruth Roman.

And I said Richard Batehart. He's right, Spencer, you think? I said anyone anyway.

You want to give it up, Spencer? There are no more eyes. I'm the champ.

I keep telling you. Nobody beats me at Movistyne! Richard Arlon.

Richard Arlin. Who's Richard Arl. That's right. 1929 Wings.

He almost won the Academy Award. All right. That's an 80-year. Um, Alan Alda.

Alan Alde? I hate Alan Alden. I'm not gonna like Alan Aldon.

There's a lot of other people who say to you. Father Mike.

Father Mike, that doesn't begin with an A. No, but it looks like trouble.

stuff going on.

I'll be right back.

You need some help?

There's a boy inside. Who does?

I'll call for back.

What are you doing back in the house? I gotta get upstairs.

Okay, the stairway. I'm back in a cage. Watch out for the fat man!

Get out of my way! Grab him!

No!

I'm in!

Stick him!

I'm gonna ever tell you you're an unpleasant kid.

It's gonna be very nasty things.

It's gonna have to kill me, champ. I'll get you for this.

Why don't you waddle yourself out here before you end up in jail?

No.

Oh, my.

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus, I don't even know.

Let's check upstairs. All right.

Step back, nothing else to see.

Put him in the car. You believed that grade E. He thought I was a customer.

That little creep. I'll be out half an hour. Hell of it is. He's right.

What you doing down here, Frank? A little slumming.

Coming back to the Boston College game, we saw this going down.

Ready.

I found climbing out the back window. You booking him? Resisting arrest?

Assaulting a police officer? I want to see the wife and kiddies

when they come down to bail him out,

and him trying to explain what he was doing down here.

What's Housekeeper called me? He's up there.

Who's the girl? She works at the shelter for the street kids.

Used to be one herself. Priest turned her. Father Mike. He started the shelter.

Ran it for a couple years before he burned out and fell off the deep end.

Another football fan? Yeah. I want you to take Susan home.

It's no place for her to be hanging out. Potential letter.

Who knows? It floats. Here this week, last week, the basement of China Harry's.

Blood out the sins he has committed through human weakness.

In this world he has died.

Let him live with you forever.

We ask this through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Lost another one. I had met Father Mike

in passing several years before,

about the time he was starting the shelter.

I had heard he would go sometimes days on end without sleep

if there was a kid in trouble. He was truly

one of the good guys.

I was sorry to hear that he had fallen on hard times.

Look at all these bills, Spencer.

I don't want you to spare me the month-end blues. I hope I've some wine.

Just as long as I don' have to pay

you. Not good, detective.

Telephone company, gas, electric. Bank card.

Oh, here's a bright spot. Ed McMahon wants to pay you $10 million.

Remember when a mere million would satisfy our greedy souls?

Here's one from your dad. I'll let you open. He's always putting stuff in there

I'm supposed to tell you anyway.

Dear son, I hope this letter finds you well.

I was going to phone you, but I wasn't sure

I could find the words I had to say to you.

Charlie Moon died two weeks ago.

Oh.

When we were kids, uh...

Charlie and I were best friends.

When we were 12, 13, 14.

I guess we were never apart.

That's as he was called, no.

Correx, isn't it?

The loss of my friend I knew would haunt me.

Oddly, my thoughts turned to Father Hoyt, who had also lost someone today.

My comfort would come from warm memories, and Susan's love, who I wondered

would comfort the priest.

Not a double.

They told me you were going back to the powerhouse,

and then they called me looking for you. Go away, Sharer. No, I can't.

Not when you're like this. Don't you understand? I am the worst thing a man can be.

Mike, you can't save every child. He gave me his challenge.

I asked for it, but what do you think? He bit me in the shell. He saved me.

Damn it. Don't you say I'm a bad priest. No, I don't.

You have to get away from me, Sheriff. No, no, no. They beat me. My enemies!

Come on, where are you? You pornographer as you drug pushers, huh?

You pimps. Come on. Come one. I'll bet you're here on your own. You're all better.

Come on you had enough, man.

Thank you.

Good. Okay, get us some more.

You're gonna learn, Spencer.

You can. I can't. Don't you get your balance it's easy. Why don't you face it?

I'm a freak. I'm 12 years old and I don't even know how to ride a crummy bike.

You can! I can! You don't try again.

I'll tell everyone you have a crush on Brenda Clark. You swore! I don' care.

You get back on this bike, I'll

tell everyone how mushy you get, how you want to kiss her.

I think I can do it, Spencer. I can feel it. I think i'm getting the balance.

This is easy. Spencer!

Are you okay?

Sponsor.

This is Father Hoyt.

I need help.

What can I do for you, father?

I am.

I think I made it kill someone last night.

A long time ago, in another lifetime, while I was growing up in Wyoming,

I had been an altar boy. Then, somewhere through the years, like old friends,

the church and I had drifted apart.

While we weren't as close as we once had been, I still felt at home here.

I don't know.

You're the A.A. for me on part of the Scarlet Herod, and I'm Raymond Howard.

Gucci, Corporate of Sub-Lock, USMH.

all my life.

All I ever wanted was to be a preacher.

When I was a boy, they were my heroes.

and some to Paul.

They mean a malakai.

I guess that sounds pretty stupid now, doesn't it?

Also sounds like you're feeling sorry for yourself. That's sin too, huh?

What happened last night? Not yet, are you?

I need to tell you some things first.

I drink.

Oh, bad.

I can't control myself.

Does that shock you, a drunken priest?

under the impression they recruited most of you fellows from the human race.

I understand you're no longer at the shelter.

How could I?

When I first started it, I was so full of fire,

I was sure that we could make a difference

if we could just get the street kids a roof over their heads.

I thought that's what you were doing. We saved some kids.

But for everyone we did, five more were lost to the pimps.

Drug bushers selling their death.

I kept remembering Christ said that we should have faith. My little children.

only the children were dying.

and the only way I found to forget was by drinking.

More and more as time went on towards the end there

were whole days that I couldn't account for.

The point is I have a temper.

One day, a policeman, a friend, came to me and he told me that I had...

I've beaten up a hooker.

broken her jaw.

You don't remember?

No, but you

thought you were capable of it.

I wanted to turn myself in, but he said, no, it would be better if I just went away.

I went to the archdiocese that day. I told

them everything.

They put me in a dryout joint for a couple of months.

Been here ever since.

Who'd you beat up last night?

That's why I hear him, right? I don't know.

It was after the boy.

Honey, I'm dead.

I hadn't had a drink for almost two years until then.

The truth is I should not have been down there. I shouldn't have gone back.

so you hit the bottle.

All dogs, all tricks.

I can

Remember some of the places I was in,

not all.

and I woke up in an alley, it was dawn.

There was a cat looking at me.

I was blood on my clothes.

I remember just fragments. A woman was screaming.

Do you know who she was? Where you were?

No.

I'm not even sure it really happened. I hope the guy that didn't.

You want me to find out if she killed a woman?

Yes.

You should know I won't lie.

You or the police might want to find it.

I wouldn't want you to.

If I've done a terrible thing, then I must accept the consequences.

if I haven't.

I have to know that, too.

At least then there could still be some hope for me.

Be a good priest again.

I ran away from home once.

12.

And by the time my best friend Charlie Moon and

I had hitchhiked a hundred miles to Cheyenne.

we realized it wasn't a good idea.

I'm not my dad.

and was fighting tears.

He was there to get us in a couple of hours, and

bought us hamburgers and fries and chocolate malts.

gave us hugs. Most of the runaways here wouldn't be so lucky.

times have changed. The best chance these kids have are guys like Father Mike.

only he had turned a broken.

Yeah, that thirsty holy man of yours is not too poppy down here.

Seems he's not too shy about banging the hairs of pimps

and pushes together if he thinks it'll save a child.

Any luck on where he was last night?

So far, I've gotten to the Waikiki Club at 11 bells.

Time and my charming personality will yield further answers.

You want to tell me why you so anxious to find out?

I think she might have done some damage. What kind of damage? That

is fists.

thinks he might have killed someone, a woman.

I trust you point out to him that knows and around where you think

you might have done that kind of damage is not very clever.

is another truth.

Zazaigabur and Zazu Pitz.

Those are two movie stars whose names never come up in games.

That's because their first names begin with a Z, and there are no movie stars

whose last names begin the Z. Amazing. That's why I'm a champ.

This is part of my new diet, Spencer.

See, what I do is I get these babies back to my desk, and I cut them in half.

And then when I'm ready for a snack, see, I'm only taking half as much as I would

if I had a whole one. George Zucco. Huh? Confidential agent David and Mashiwa

Captain from Castile. There's also Anthony, Xerbian, FM Zumbulis.

Thank you.

No, you see you're over at the zone. No surprise.

It's been my beat for the last couple of months.

Look at that private cop, huh? Belson's power. Yeah, Spencer's power, right? Ramos.

Off the record, uh, heard there was a killing down the last night.

Off the records, I've sent a raffle ticket. My kid's school dinner.

A buck a piece or a $10 for a book of 12. Pass up a worthy cause like that.

I'll take the book.

The only one I heard about was the kid the priest found in the shooting gallery.

I heard there was a girl beating up, maybe beating to death.

You've here pretty good, Spencer.

Maybe you get your crystal ball out again.

They found a woman beaten to death in a cheap hotel room.

Your partner just called it in. What was her name? Sharon Gibbs.

You saw her yesterday. She was the one who worked in that shelter for runaways.

All I want to know is if it's true. I don't know. You have to know.

I don' care how drunk you were.

Did you know it was Sharon?

I was afraid it might be one of the last things I remember was being angry with her.

Where?

Bar.

Wikey key club. I wish shouting had found a killer.

I honestly, I can't remember. I prayed to God I didn't.

Father.

Brady.

I'm sorry. I'm going to have to arrest you for murder. I understand.

Before you say anything, Father, I have to read you your rights.

You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right...

The, uh, night clerk at the hotel, so Father might take the girl upstairs.

A little while later, he saw her running away.

I don't like it.

You don't want to believe it, Spencer. There's a difference.

understand these rights as I've explained them to you.

Belson was wrong. There was more

than my wanting Father Mike to be innocent.

I remembered how he had held that dead boy's head in his hands and cried.

I remembered much he had cared about other kids,

the ones he'd pulled off the street and tried to help.

I just couldn't accept the idea that the same man could

kill an innocent, someone he cared for.

If he had, there wasn't much I could do. But if he hadn't, I would have

I meant to find out. You want all the cop?

The kind who pays for information. That's a switch.

I want to talk to the night clerk, the one

who

fingered the priest for killing the girl. That's Tony. He ain't here right now.

Where is he? When's he coming back? I said he was going on vacation.

He's got one of them trailers, you know. Likes to ride around.

He's the real Charles Caraut, you know. Why do I get the feeling you're lying?

Because maybe I am. I ain't

going to do nothing to help that priest.

He's a no good bum. That's what you want, isn't it?

He's responsible for my Ronnie being in prison.

Little Ronnie didn't have anything to do with that himself, did he?

Hey, what do you think? Life's a fantasy island down here.

So what did Ronnie did do a little dealing? How's the kids supposed to make 11?

He's a bomb, he's a no-god bomb!

Looks like you've made another lifelong friend. She's a grand woman.

Along somewhere in Macbeth. Ah.

I hear they arrested your holy man. The word of a night clerk named Tony.

Only she wasn't about to tell me where he is. You think your holy men was set up?

I'm hoping.

A lot of folk on the street would like to see him disappear. Anyone in particular?

The word is your holy man was going to make a comeback. He dried out.

He's going to come back to the shelter. People started getting nervous.

People like pimps, pushes. The ones he had a habit of putting out of business

and putting in the jail. New paragraph. There was one person who hated him highly.

That'd be your all American boy.

Irony. He was one of the first street kids

Father Mike took and put him into the show. You said he would get him last night.

What do you want? Just want to have a little talk. I don't want to talk to you.

You don't have a choice.

Goin' somewhere?

If you got nothing to hide, what are you running from? Nothing.

I just want to talk about Father Mike. I don't like to talk, OK?

Don't come any closer. Why, what are you going to do? Jump?

Is that all your life is worth to you? The priest is where he belongs.

I hope he rocks in there. You think he killed that girl, huh?

Or do you know he didn't?

You set him up, didn't you? He's a liar and a fake! Why, what did he do to you?

All I want is the truth.

Are you gonna do beat it out of me?

Has that been done by the best?

My own man.

I broke four of my ribs, my left arm, and my jaw when I was four.

You know why? Because I had to go to the bathroom.

Father Mike ever hit you? He did worse than that. Well, he got you off this tree.

He tried to give you a home. You don't understand. Don't make me understand.

He lied to me. How did he lie? He told me I was worse than something.

He said that everybody had some dignity.

How could he say that?

and then drink.

And just...

Fall down.

Sometimes.

A man can break under too much pressure.

That doesn't mean he lied. But change how much he cared for you.

You're looking to help the priests. You picked the wrong kid.

He hates his guts.

Never been more wrong in your life. He loves him so much it hurts.

Paradox, the most open street in the city shuts up tight

when one inquires about your holy man. Makes me wonder.

Who could keep a street full of voices so quiet?

Who could make the knife-plurk-finger father mic for the killing?

There is one distinct possibility that would explain everything.

Your holy man did the deed. I'm ready to buy that one. Hush, I'm shocked. Hush.

Hush! Hush? Hush?! Hush!! Hush!!! Hush!!!! Hush!!!!!

Hush!!!!!!

Okay, the breath.

I had discovered several years ago that Doc,

while being a bona fide street character,

was also a bit of a fraud.

While he gave every appearance that the wrist watches and jewelry he sold were hot,

he actually bought them at a wholesale house.

He said he was only appealing to man's insatiable appetite for the forbidden fruit.

More basil.

I need some help, Doc.

You're trying to help the priest. That's not a very smart thing to do.

You helped him?

You saw the kid go into the shooting gallery and you called the priest. Mistake.

Better if I'd never called him. Look, nobody will help the holy man.

They won't even talk about him and when they do, they're afraid.

I'm always afraid of dying. Who are they afraid of?

Here you're looking for a night clerk who made the priest.

You know where he is? He knew where he was at lunchtime.

Grant gave him in China Harries. Very lucky fella. Lost all of his money.

You call that lucky? Too busy telling everybody his good fortune.

I mean, he's a three-time loser with a trial coming up.

He's looking at life until this morning. What happened this morning?

Cop told him his arrest record was going to be lost. If he did a little favor.

I do, the priest.

This cop got a name.

Doc?

Hey.

Even little guys are afraid of dying. Nero!

We've talked to the District Attorney. The deal's made.

We'll work out the details tomorrow. Good night.

Thanks.

Chan.

Champ!

I know.

I know you hate me. I don't blame you.

Terrible things. I know I drink too much.

Get shout!

Get angry.

I remind you, your father, I'm sorry!

I love you.

God!

Loves you.

Please don't go on leading the life you're leading because I failed.

You're too important for that.

Champ!

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

The cop framed Father Mike for killing the girl.

Chances are the...

Same cop setting him up for breaking that hooker's jaw a couple years ago.

You always want to believe the best about people, don't you?

Yeah, your dad says you've always been like that. My dad?

Tricor?

A couple hours ago.

He says that you used to take care of Charlie

like he was the little brother you never had.

Spencer.

This is champ.

But we talked on the roof today. I know who you are.

I didn't set up Father Mike, but I know who did.

Where do you want to meet? Back at the Waikiki Club in one hour.

Thank you.

Yeah, my wife's in love with me.

Thank you. You're welcome. You're the best. You're so welcome. You're a great man.

You're my man.

You can't do this. Go on. Go on, go on. Go on

It's a trap, man. Get out of here, Spencer. Get outta here! It's trap!

Dead.

See you tonight.

BOOM!

BOOM!

I'm not going back. You got us some time. No, I don't. Hello, Toby girl.

My dad wants to put her to sleep. He just doesn't want to see her suffer anymore.

dog there ever was.

I know but she's dying Charlie.

She's been in a lot of pain lately.

My dad says sometimes when you love someone enough, you just have to let go.

Somebody call an ambulance.

The doctor says you have a concussion. You should stay in at least overnight.

I know. He told me three times. It's his business.

See, I went for the doctor to tell people like me things like that.

On the other hand, it's my business. When people set me up to be killed,

they'll let him know real quick. It's a bad idea.

I thought Hawk was taking care of that. I could take care of myself.

Well, maybe, but you sure dress funny.

Can't it wait?

It can't.

Doc says you got a concussion, Spencer. You should stay in at least overnight.

Good day, Kevin.

In case you didn't notice, Spencer, that shooter had a shotgun.

If the kid didn't plow into him when he did, you'd be in two pieces.

It's the word on the kid. We're out there looking for him now.

The point is, Spencer. If somebody's out to get you, you're not fit to be out.

Who's going to protect me? The police?

If I had to lay odds, I'd say it was a murder.

one of your boys in blue who had the kid setting me up in the first place.

Hey, that's a pretty strong statement. So is the one by the now dead night clerk,

saying his father, Mike, who killed the girl.

The word on the street, Frank, is that the night clerk made a deal with a cop.

You finger Father Mike with a killing and we'll lose your arrest records.

That doesn't watch, Spencer.

You keep looking for ways for Father Mike to be innocent, but he's not.

The priest and his lawyers cut a deal with the DA.

He's got a cop a plea to involuntary manslaughter.

By the end of the week, it's all going to be swept under the cop.

And I still don't believe it. You still don' want to believe it?

I'm going to prove I'm right.

Hey, come on. You can't go out alone. Then don't let him, Frank.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What else did you expect me to do? I couldn't

put the church through anymore.

The courts did.

The scandal.

Besides, they had evidence against me.

Yeah, this is a sworn statement about Night Clerk. Night Clerk's dead.

I think he's dead because I was looking

for him. I don't. Understand?

It's very simple. I think you were afraid for killing the girl.

That's what your friend, Champ, wanted to talk to me about. You saw Champ?

Tonight, the restaurant, this afternoon, on the rooftop.

We had a very nice conversation about you.

In case you didn't know, he needs you very much. Not me. I drink. I get angry.

I stop. Will you stop it already? Stop all the lying. You're needed on the street.

Don't you understand? I can't. I'm an alcoholic. Yeah, maybe you are.

Maybe you ought to do something about it.

I also think you're hiding behind all this.

You're using it as a shield, so you don't have to look at your real problem.

You're afraid you're losing your faith.

But as long as your brain is numb and you allow people

to accuse you of crimes you haven't committed,

you don't have to face those ugly questions.

How could God let happen what happens to those kids on the street?

How could he let it happen and still be a good God?

What is it you want from me?

Like I said, I think you're being framed for the killing.

I also think you're probably afraid of beating up the hooker a couple of years ago.

I don't want to know who told you that.

I want the name of the cop who said he'd hush it up if you got out of the zone.

Crazy.

Grady.

He's the one that took the statement from the night clerk.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to interrupt you, but there's a phone call from Mr. Spencer.

It says it's very important. Thank you.

Yeah. Dick, found that kid to set you up. Champ?

Things are getting curious and curious, sir.

He was meeting a cop to one they called Ramos.

And before I could get in, someone else did. Kid got away. A man called Foe Bullets.

Did? Not yet. He's a tough hombre and says he's undercover in internal affairs,

investigating another cop, the one who shot him. Grady.

You are perception and motion, babe. Dick, you better bring your holy man with you.

Man say he want to see a priest. Bye.

It's going to make it. Flying colors.

You nailed him. Grady was giving protection to the pushes and the pimps.

You want half a candy bar?

Yeah, it makes me sick, Spencer. Dirty cops just turns my stomach.

Why do you go after Father Mike?

Too many of the bad guys were tired of the priests reckoning their business.

Putting them in jail, and you were right.

First time was a couple of years ago.

A greaty look for a night when Father Mike was drinking heavily.

And he got a bartender to slip him a Mickey.

If he wouldn't remember anything, then him and the Fat Man

broke a hooker's jaw and forced her to sign a complaint against the priest.

Why'd he kill the girl the other night?

I guess she was becoming as much a problem as the priest was.

Then with rumors of Father Mike making a comeback,

like that, he was under pressure to deliver.

I figured he'd take them both out at once. Mm.

You look like hell. Well, I've

been eating half candy, Bar Spencer.

I am starving to death. What's your excuse? Mm-mm.

What do you say we go out for steak and eggs

and some very greasy home-fried potatoes on me?

You are a true American hero.

It's said if you're going to judge a man, you can't do so just by his friends,

but also by his enemies.

Father Mike had made some dandies.

Coffee regular.

And yet it's also said that every man is his own greatest enemy.

I was hoping Father Mike could overcome that one too.

I'm back.

I'm going to try again.

I can't do it alone. I know that now.

if you can't see your way clear to help me.

at least try to forgive me.

pray.

Father!

Sometimes it's good for all of us to get back to our beginnings, our loved ones.

I thought this was a good time for me.

They also wanted to say goodbye to a friend.