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We'll rise up all over this great country.

Tonight on Spencer for hire, this guy is dangerous. Preaching anti-Semitism, racism.

And they're capable of murder. Fanatics motivated to do just about anything.

Spencer! Stop the car. I'm going to jump out.

You ought to look real pretty for that DI friend of yours

after you face it's the pavement at this speed.

BOOM!

My eyes.

Cheers. Cheers.

I think one of the great things about that is how it's done.

if you lose every bit of it. Well, you ought to, it costs $15 a pound, you know?

It's only two or three minutes, and then we're going to get the aromatic vegetables

that go in. Uh-huh. That is water, carrot, dice. We're going from Flamit to Cognac.

Flamits. Cognack. Right here. I'm all ready for you.

Sorry, but the Cognak has a nice, has a very good flavor. You like this part.

Don't you feel you have it? I don't know. The reason you flame it is to...

Burn off the alcohol. Burn off alcohol.

You're always going to run into some people that say, oh,

it's a waste of time where you're going to burn the lobster.

It's not a burning off the the alcohol, it's, uh,

you want one cup, either of lobster stock. Still burning, uh.

So you won't go out. Won't go off. Waiting for the alcohol out.

A beetroot.

A cup of what? A half a cup? One cup of dried white French fritters.

Ah, for move, yeah. This is a very, very high-cost sauce. What?

How much for all of this? These white finest ingredients in it.

Then we're going to have toast. All right.

You're making me look bad, Julia. Slow up. Just a little better, all right?

Terragon. Terragon, some more. What's a terragon? One co... Garlic.

Where's the garlic? Well, don't ask me. I just got here.

Don't just stand there. Look for the terragon. Oh, you kinky devil.

My recipe. I've been waiting three weeks to get this together.

This is supposed to be...

This is not a tarot card.

My sauce, la American. Looks like toxic waste to me. Here, let me help you out.

Police are still investigating the deaths last night

of prominent Boston attorney Mitchell Weinstein.

Mr. Weinstein died at 11.50 p.m. of multiple injuries sustained in a car crash.

Mitchell Weinsteen? So he had that attorney friend in? One for 15 years.

Mitchell Weinstein was a good lawyer, one of the best I'd ever worked for.

He understood the riddle of man's conduct so

that where there was no truth, he could find

justice. It wasn't easy saying goodbye.

It was even harder talking to his widow Helen at the memorial service.

She told me that Mitch had spoken of his own

funeral only two days before the accident.

Through her grief, she asked me to find out

why her husband knew it was his time to die.

You ever hear of coincidence, Spencer? Yeah, coincidence.

That's when something happens that has no right happening,

happens when you least expect it. Well, let me see the file. No. Why not? Because?

I don't want to go get the file,

because I got a meeting with my captain in about five minutes.

Look, Spencer, Mitchell Weinstein died when his car kissed a Mack trucker.

There's no chance I could have been in file plan, though. No. What's that?

The Weinstein file. What's it doing on my desk? Where do you want it?

Spencer. It's a coincidence.

What do you want, Roseland? Nothing.

You're welcome.

It says here his blood alcohol level will sky high.

Which probably explains why he didn't see 10 tons of truck coming at him.

I never saw the man take a drink in his whole life.

Maybe a little more than David around the holiday time.

So he developed a taste for this stuff in his old age.

Look, Spencer, the case is closed. And the door is open. I'm going. I'm goin'.

The stuff in Bousin's file wasn't a lot, but it was enough to keep me

from telling Helen that her imagination was getting the best of her.

It was also enough for me to start digging for a motive.

Susan.

You're working on Saturday? Right, so I won't have anything to do Saturday night.

Hope you didn't forget. You promised me dinner at seven.

Call me if you have a problem and at the clinic. Bye.

Bookity, hate machines, no message, be at the gym.

Spencer.

Mr. Spencer, this is Harold Persky from Mr. Weinstein's Law Office.

Yes, how are you?

sure.

I don't mean to bother you, Mr. Spencer,

but I know that you and Mr. Weinstein were very close.

And I came across a private file in his desk that you might like to look at.

You see, I know what Mrs. Weinsteen told you, and well, she could be right.

Where are you? At the office on Dunn Street. Could you come over?

You know, I've been here about an hour and, well,

maybe it's nothing, but the phones rang twice,

and when I picked it up, there was no answer. What was in the file?

Well, I don't know.

a roster of contributors,

that sort of thing.

I'll be right over.

My late friend had spent a lifetime crusading against hate.

I could imagine all kinds of things being hidden in that private file.

The clerk certainly thought so, to have called me down on a Sunday.

I take it you're not the cleaning crew.

You want to tell me what you're looking for here?

Don't move. Who

are you?

I am Spencer. Not your turn. Who are you?

You'll never know.

You like to report a homicide?

You'd better hurry. You might have to make it two.

I knew I'd have to make a full-reported person,

or Belson would be sending out the dogs for me.

But before he did, I wanted to get a report

on another homicide, the kind that kills men's souls.

For that, I needed to talk to Max Fried, my old-fashioned political scientist.

So what's the first party?

designer politics. Design for people a little to the right of Jengus Khan.

They for real? They got an office downtown. And a street corner to pass out these.

There was a bad rumor that a couple of the people we

got elected to public office somewhere in the south.

You want to hear the 101 lecture? Sure.

A couple of years ago, Willard Prince came out of relative blue collar obscurity,

quoting just about everybody from Cardinal Hinsley to JFK.

Set up an office. And set about spreading some seeds.

Well, how come I haven't heard of him? You ever hear of Jimmy Carter before he

started stumping grassroots politics? Max, these guys weren't stumping

grassroots politics. Will it, Prince, isn't exactly a peanut farmer.

Are they capable of murder? Interesting question.

A great politician.

has to bother himself less with the means than with the goal.

Well, I'd Prince.

Adolf Hitler, as quoted by Willard Prince, page three.

Fanatics. Leading fanatics.

could be motivated to do just about anything.

This guy is dangerous. He's out there all right.

America was founded on a rock of white Puritan salt

that has been eroded by immigrants, minority rights, and religious deviations.

Spencer, that is not out there. That's sick.

I think it's safe to assume that he does not believe

in the great American melting pot. How does he convince people to hate so much?

He doesn't convince them to hate. He's not at first.

What, he just attracts psychotics?

Problem is, he also attracts honest, hard-working people too. How?

By preaching anti-Semitism, racism, hate?

I don't think that we've slipped that far yet.

That worker who comes home with half an hour.

money to pay for his family's food and clothing,

wants to know why, and he gives them an answer.

Something that they can understand. Something that makes sense in their minds.

It's not hate that Willard Prince is selling it, some tangled line of hope.

This is sick manipulation.

Trying to explain that truth cost Mitch Weinstein his life.

You think Prince was behind his death?

A few years ago, Mitch was working on the KKK. And he wasn't afraid to throw stones.

If he was digging around Willard Prince's political base,

he might have touched a nerve. Mr. Spencer?

Telephone, Mr. Spencer. You can take it at the bar. Thank you.

Spencer. Hey, I expected you down here an hour ago. For what?

You did find a body today, and you did see the guy who got away.

What about the one I caught? His mouth is glued shut.

Look, I'd be happy to look at the books, but can't it wait till the morning?

I'm really, uh, I don't know.

What kind of beat? Some of my Spencer. All right. See you in 15 minutes.

A little snow.

At least let me take you home. I can take a cab. You should.

I'm a big girl, Spencer. Besides, the sooner you get down there,

the faster you can get back to my place.

We know this would be a lot less frustrating if it started a little later.

A lot more fun too.

Third in Lincoln.

Why are you going this way? You and your boyfriend have a nice dinner tonight?

I don't think that's any of your business. Yeah, you're right.

I'm just a cab driver, huh?

Poor working stiff. Pull over here. Stop the cab.

Lincoln and Third, I'll get you there, lady, when I'm done with you.

If you don't stop the car, I'm going to jump out. Be my guest.

You ought to look real pretty for that PI friend of yours

after your face hits the pavement at this speed.

Look, what do you want? A lot of things. A better job, a bigger house.

Somebody in the White House is going to keep the next guy

off the boat out of my face. God.

You don't like people stirring up trouble for the party.

I don't care about your party. Yeah. Well, about the time you get home tonight,

you're going to care a lot about it, lady. You're going care about a friend of mine

who's sitting in a cell right now. You're gonna care so much, you're

going to convince that boyfriend of yours to quit what he's doing. I can't do that.

Honey, you just need a little motivation.

Dammit, he's not gonna get away with

it. Spencer, I'm all right.

Didn't he ever the guts to face me? I'd like to stop.

You know what they say about the way to a man is through his woman? What?

Who said that? I don't know. Neil Diamond or somebody.

Suze, I'm not laughing.

Spencer, I am really fine. Just fine.

How's she be? I'm fine.

You do not look fine. I get my hands on that punk.

Spencer, he didn't lay a hand on me. He was much more interested in telling me

why he hated three quarters of the human race.

He was also interested in scaring a woman half to death.

Well, he did a pretty good job of that. Carly. Come on, hang in here a while.

Spencer, don't.

Come on, don't!

You gonna stop

him?

I just wish he didn't feel he had to fight them all at once.

He's not gonna fight them all at once. He's gonna go straight to the top. ...

take back this great country from those who in the devil's disguise of democracy

have stolen it from us!

Eyes up all over this great country.

I'd move up this paragraph. Hit them with the urgency angle right up front.

You're right. OK. What about the immigration thing?

Can we help you? I'm looking for Willard Prince. I'm Prince.

Name is Spencer.

Mitch Weinstein was a very good friend of mine.

I can't say I ever heard him. What about Susan Silverman?

You arranged for a little cab ride for her tonight.

I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm talking about murder.

I'm talking about scared tactics right out of a terrorist handbook.

Mr. Spencer, the first party is a political organization. Not a secret society.

We don't couch our platform. We make it easy to agree or disagree with us.

We find that refreshing in politics today.

Well, I'm going to make it easier for you.

I'm gonna find out what was in Mitch Weinstein's file important enough to kill for.

And if I see any of your politicians around me or Susan,

I'm to take them for a little cab ride on my own.

If you're done, Mr. Spencer, our office is closed.

You're damn right it is.

What do you think?

Weinstein's coming after us from his grave.

He's not gonna scare off easily.

then we only have one alternative.

Hey.

There's only one, Doug Ways. Big here.

Outstanding watching till the bug is squashed. What will you be doing?

I'm going to check on the first party contributors. They're small now.

They're making sure they don't have a chance to get bigger.

Hate always has a chance. Hey, where's that great breakfast you promised me?

Y'all take a nice long one. I got a meal of miles.

How you doing? Good. I slept like a rock. Yeah, I noticed. Sorry.

It's up!

Tina, don't try to get up. Don't forget me up!

You're so crazy.

You were not there.

News flash. I'm out of here. Doctor wants somebody to lie in this bed,

let him do it himself. You got a cortical concussion. You know what that is?

Affirmative. Well, I don't. But the doctor says if you get up too soon,

you may never see again. I need me nursing.

At least you're here as the best medicine I've ever seen. I know. We're two now.

I know a place. It's in the country. Yeah, well, look.

Just stick around and let the doctor look at you one more time, huh?

You better tell the doctor to put some skates on.

Well, look who just walked in the door. This is no queer show, Spencer.

Come on down, Sergeant Frank Belson.

It's me, Hawket Spelson. Glad I don't have to look at you. Hey, be nice.

He brought you flowers. Probably hoping I was dead. You make house calls now, Frank?

Yes, matter of fact, I am since I got this. Just FBI bulletin'.

A highly volatile situation has been rectified. What is this?

Right, seems that the first party, especially Willard Prince,

have been under surveillance for over a year. By whom? A

lot of people.

Mitch Weinstein? Could be. I just got briefed by my captain.

A couple of guys from Washington. Washington as an FBI?

Well, it seems they're trying to link Prince up

to some Libyan money or those subversive groups. Mitchell did it.

Look, Spencer, I'm going to reopen the investigation into his accident.

What about El Partido Primero? Prince? Washington seems to think that you guys

cut the snake's head off. And Willard Prince was the first party.

Without him, there's nothing. Once the newspapers get finished,

dish in the story out about the killings and the terror, it's over.

Maybe you shot somebody worth wireless time.

I liked it on Mustazio. It complimented.

Matthew, you brought flowers and everything.

It would be easy to just disappear.

What have we got left? Us. The inner circle is intact.

And we have our philosophy.

Willard is dead. Hey, Marter, to be followed by a new leadership. Mrs. Prince?

Willard prints his words through me.

The word will go out to our followers. They'll know by our actions.

Removing weapons and people to a strike house. The first party is alive, and it's

first order of business to deal with the assassins of Willard Prince.

care how long it takes.

I'm reopening it. I'm bumping it up the

homicide.

Yeah, I want every inch of Weinstein's car going over with a microscope.

He's... What?

Same to you. Sergeant. What do you got?

This tape is just so bad I think you better hear it.

was assassinated by a corrupt society. His murderers have not been charged,

nor has any action been taken toward their arrest. Where did you get this?

Brown paper envelope on the day desk. FBI's on their way in.

First party and its members have tried to work within the system,

but have been persecuted for doing so. Therefore, we will ignore the system.

We will write our own laws, and we will prosecute our enemies,

beginning with the assassins of our founder, Willard Prince.

How long ago did this come in? Not more than 15 minutes.

Think they're serious? Hey, this is the same group that ran a suicide mission

at Spencer and Hawkins. Probably kill Weinstein. What do you think?

I was doing everything I could to feel better about the

crooked road life had put me on these last couple of days.

I knew the case was over. Willard Prince was dead. And this party in Chambles.

So why was every part of me still tight, waiting to take a punch?

I guess I'd seen too many fights turned in

the last round to stop trusting my gut now.

Time to talk to Hogg's friend Alicia.

You can't come in here. This is a restricted area. Boston Police. Excuse us, please.

You have to have permission from the doctor to see patients. And go find a doctor.

This is absolutely against hospital policy. So is death, lady. Look, you stay here.

You check everybody. I mean everybody that comes down that corridor. Come on.

You have clearances for guns or any kind of police activity

from a hospital supervisor.

This isn't right.

Thank you.

How you doing? I've seen better days.

Look, if you're so concerned, maybe we ought to go somewhere or even further away.

Alicia said the house is safe, besides the last place

anybody's going to look for him is in the country. Who told you? But who's looking?

Prince is dead. There are others, full of hate, high on revenge.

Is this place empty? Yeah,

and it's stock with food, and its...

Well, nobody knows you're gonna be there. Just you and me, all right?

What's your plan while we whittle our thumbs? We'll be out testing the water,

see how clean it really is. How scared should I be? None.

I'll talk with Balsam the minute I get back about backup.

Now, what makes you think he's going to jump at a Spinsarian hunch? Oh, come on.

Are you kidding? He knows me. I'll convince him in a minute.

I haven't got a minute, Spencer. I think you guys got a repress for time.

Let's get going and look sharp up there. Come on, let's move it. All right.

next time you decide to pull somebody out of

the hospital, you tell me about it first!

Okay, what's going on here? About an hour ago, a...

Stady stopped a van coming across the Tobin Bridge on a routine tail-like violation.

That was carrying enough weapons to supply a small army. Get that pin to his hat.

The FBI just broke the guy. He was taking the guns to a safe house in Brighton.

Come on with you. You just rejoined the force, Spencer? Look, I owe these guys.

Frank, give me a chance to pay them back.

You want me to sign a waiver, that's what I'll do.

Look, Spencer, these people have a hit list the length of your arm.

You and Hawke made the top 10. Well, finally, on the top of some.

What I want to do is put you and Hawking protective custody.

Susan too, where are they? They're safe. I got them stashed up in Essex County.

I was hoping maybe the long arm of the law might extend up that way.

You know what I mean? I'll call the sheriff. Look, what about me going?

All right. We won't leave in five minutes. At least I get to keep my eye on you.

Sir? Yeah. You come down the middle.

Bye.

How's it going? Fine. How's Hawk? He's adjusting.

MacBelston's going to arrange for a local cop to drop by and check on you two.

Well, OK, but has something happened there? It's just a precaution, but, um,

Suze, if anything looks wrong, feels wrong, listen to Hawk. I'll know what to do.

I know you will, but Suze's Hawk Blind is still more dangerous than any man I know.

Spencer, why are we having this conversation? Has something happened here?

Suze I can't talk. Listen to Hawk!

Spencer.

like he's moving fast. We're sending a couple of policemen out here.

I shall bring the odd herbs.

Can I get you anything?

If I need it, I'll get it myself.

No, Hawk, look, that's one of the reasons I'm here.

Yeah, to bring me a glass of water and a foot stew if I need, right?

Hawk, you can't see. My eyes are gone. Everything else is working fine.

I might know more about this place than you. 11 steps from here to the phone.

63 from here the front door. Floors are made of wood, of course.

Soft, must be pine. Anymore. You've done

your homework.

Want to survive in this world, you do it.

Are you scared?

about maybe not getting your sight back? No.

gonna happen one way or the other. Just

waiting for all the cars to be dealt.

So tell me more about the neighborhood. You.

We're in a cashmere.

with leather trim.

Soft souls, don't hear your heels clicking across the floor.

If I cannot hear you, I will follow the scent of your perfume.

Thank you. Bye.

What do you got?

It's quiet right now, but we know they're in there.

We've got the house around here. Any movement at all? Nothing.

Inside the house. We have the house surrounded. We know your arm.

Come out with your hands raised in plain sight.

BOOM!

I think they might have noticed they've got company.

No! No!

to turn fire just stand position and stage out we're not gonna start a war

in this neighborhood.

Peter, get those people back in the house!

Man.

Stay back. Just get back, please.

Give me some tear gas up here.

That guy you've sweated, he tell you how many are in there.

No.

We're going to find out in a minute.

All right, in the house.

This is your last opportunity to surrender. Come out

with your hands raised

and we will enter the building.

9, you're 10-2. Do it.

BOOM!

Always keep a kicker. Learn that long time ago.

Safety's on.

No.

This is not a discussion.

Hawk, I can't use that. You know I couldn't shoot anybody.

You know how I feel about guns? How you feel about dying?

Let me tell you something. You

saved this debate for you and Spencer some night

when y'all sitting around sipping brandy.

Because right on through here, we might have some company that we do not want.

If I go down.

it too.

tomorrow.

is take a stroll.

I gotta find a place for you to duck.

in case it comes to duck it.

Lean on the truck.

Get in here. Go around the back side. Get in there.

Not over. We got some missing. Do you know every member?

Look, he said the voice on the tape was a woman. That's Martha Prince.

And there's another goon that I saw that you don't have here. So they're on the run.

So what? We'll get them sooner or later? Yeah, later might be too late.

Look, Frank, I've talked to these people.

Willard Prince was a blue-collar maniac, not too bright. His wife's the dragoness.

She's behind all this. It's dangerous as hell.

Until you have her, this thing's not over. Expensive.

We thought we were gonna get them all in one clean sweep we did. Okay.

But 80 Organization is over. And the Prince lady is no different than anybody else

in the run. She's different. She's a zealot who wants to die for a cause.

As long as she's loose, there's gonna be trouble. I'm telling you.

I'll get an APB out there. Sixth County going out there

Central, this is Kilo 101 to operations. Give me an outside line.

This is Sheriff Rogers.

Yeah, sure. Is Sergeant Frank Belsen of the Boston Police Department? Yes, sir.

What can I do for you? I had called a couple of hours ago

about you maybe sending some officers to the Hickman place. Oh.

I've been out on a traffic pile all morning, Sergeant.

I'm sorry, but I didn't get that message. Yeah, I talked to an officer Nolan.

Could you check with him and see if he did it? Sure.

He's out right now. Give me a minute, and I'll see if I can raise him on the horn.

Thank you.

Officer Nolan, this is the base. Come in, please.

This is the base. Come in, please.

My name's Prince. My name is Nolan. I believe we spoke on the phone earlier.

Susan. I'm Burted.

Check it out.

There's a car coming up the driveway. There's police car behind it.

Play it all for me.

There's a woman and a man getting out. She's blonde.

They're talking to the policeman. Eureka, the bad guys perceive the good guys.

What about the policeman?

If the other two don't have our own cops and the cops in the deal,

how much light is left? So, Mike, enough to see bye.

is here.

You are now into the deep hiding.

Should you be discovered,

you will shoot.

Okay.

Where are you going?

Somewhere to make the odds even.

Yeah, risk being seen around here. Then leave.

This won't take us long.

See you.

Are you alright?

Dale.

I need a light down here.

Dale?

Dale.

The Black Hero.

You're blind, isn't it?

Yeah!

It's been a pleasure.

God, hook.

Well?

How do we look?

Everything is extremely cool.

Susan looks fine.

Hell, you even look better this way.

Sounds like 2020 to me. Well, we working on it.

Little fuzz around the edges, but you know.

Let's go celebrate. I treat. Look

at the car.

So how's she

doing?

She's coming out of it slowly.

Saved my life, saved home. Yeah.

She knows it.

She also knows she had to pull the trigger to do it.

It's a hard place to be.

She had said nothing, and yet how could it be expressed?

What Susan's act of heroism had cost her?

Perhaps I would never know what she had given up in herself to take a human life.

I thought of the times that Susan's love had seen me through hauntings of violence.

It was time to return the favor.