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Tonight on Spencer for Hire. I reacted in self-defense.

Your reaction was to shoot a man. I heard you were temporarily unemployed.

No, I still have a client.

Two felony blackmail complaints filed with the police. This is a setup.

I haven't done a damn thing. He's a blackmailer, and he's going to pay.

That worked day and night to see to it

that you rotten a cell for the rest of your life.

It's nice to see you all making up. It's time you get yourself a lawyer.

They're out there to kill me. BAM!

The End

Most private detectives have a lot in common with other

professionals, like doctors, lawyers, architects.

We all have clients that don't pay their bills.

Maybe that's why I was always so short of cash.

If money really is the root of all evil, at

the moment I should be eligible for saner.

I had come home to my firehouse apartment last month

and found something interesting in the garage.

A fire truck. The BFD needed my place back at the station.

So my next step was to classify. The ad had said, Charlestown apartment office fixer

needs tender loving care.

So it meant plastering the gaping holes in the walls tenderly,

replacing the worn out electrical wiring lovingly,

and painting over the military green walls carefully.

I had walked through my savings account and was nearly broke,

but at least it was over, except for the plump. I see you did a lot of wall work.

Where'd all these holes come from? Uh, my guess would be a five iron.

The guy who used to live in this apartment was a golf instructor.

He should have seen the living room. He used to practice in there, too.

There's divots in the carpet.

Don't be a rag, will you? You got it.

Ah, mighty blueberry muffins are great. Well, Stan, I'm glad you're enjoying them.

While I'm down here ripping my skin off. Hey, you wanted your own look.

You satisfied? Satisfaction is the hobgoblin of little minds. What's that mean?

That means I have no idea what I was looking at down there.

I can tell you, Charlestown was built in 1629.

It was actually five years before Boston. So what?

I think you got some of the original plumbing.

Tell me. Faucet assembly, washers, everything's shot.

Plus the pipes got more leaks than the Pentagon.

And the trap, Spencer, I wouldn't go near that trap without a toxic waste suit.

You just tell me how much. I don't know. I'll get your estimate.

I hate this part.

I don't. Uh, Stan, when you're done fiddling with the federal budget,

there are just a few of the estimates on my desk.

I got a change to see a man down the street. Hope it's a client. A rich one.

I heard what Stan said as I was leaving, and he was right.

What I needed was a paying client.

What I had was a meeting with a Boston homicide detective.

Marty Quirk wanted to see me. Marty was rarely the bearer of good news,

so I suggested we meet at my local tavern.

At least I could sip a frosty while he told me

about my latest troubles, whatever those were.

Hey, Harry, how you doing?

I spent it, I paid you for your work years ago in full! Now back off!

Piece of garbage. Hey!

Mary!

Would you move that thing? Hey!

I've been drafted a damp towel chaser.

You get these nosebleeds often? Every time I try to stop a fist with my face.

Yeah, who hit you? A friend, Harry McRennell, that just walks up and he pops me one.

He phoned in a complaint on here this afternoon.

Now one of the boys downstairs knew that I knew you. He took me off. Complaint.

What is going on? A friend walks up, waxes me in the face.

I got a plumber who's charging me enough to retire early and now I complain.

This is serious, Spencer. What did I do to fill Mifflin?

According to the call, you tried to blackmail him. Blackmail? That's right.

Now, the district attorney's office wants to talk to you tomorrow morning, 10 AM.

You see an assistant DA named Rita Fiori, and you better take care of your nose.

I will. Now, if you're going to talk Miflin, you better think twice about it,

because I understand the guy is really mad. I'll talk to him later.

I know somebody right across town who's a wee bit Mif.

Harry, I can keep this up for a long time.

Go away, Spencer. Not until we talk. I said all I want to say to you.

Harry, calling me a piece of garbage

in the middle of Main Street, it's not a great explanation.

Now, look, we've known each other almost 10 years.

In fact, you know me well enough to know

I'm capable of kicking this door off the hinges

and coming in whether you want me to or not.

You're not mad about the nose?

So why did you think it was me that he sounded like? I don't know.

You want a drink one?

He says he's you. He starts talking about Gracie.

I don't know, maybe I'm not listening too good.

It's spent.

Nobody likes to hear somebody rehash in fact

that his wife's having an affair with a boss.

It's over. Gracie and I, we put it all back together years ago. It's just...

I got mad thinking about it,

you know? How much did he ask for? $3,000.

I thought you were crazy asking me for that kind of Brit. I mean him.

What did you tell him? Take a fly and leap. So you don't think he'll be going back?

Not likely. To all of them, I don't care if he takes out a three-page ad

and a Boston arrow about my wife. I still ain't paying.

When I find this guy, I'll make sure he doesn't call you.

Hey, you just take care of yourself.

What this guy's doing can hurt you more than me. Say hello to Gracie. Hey, uh.

Sorry about the nose.

I got more than my nose bent out of shape by Harry. My pride took a shot also.

Somebody running a blackmail scheme using my name was very upset.

And when I'm upset, I tend to eat a lot. Occy treated me to a rich French meal.

I figured if we walked home, I could burn up a few calories.

What's that feeling, too? They ours? Thought they belonged to you.

Just in the mood to find out. Little Fox tried after dinner helps the digest.

Hold it!

This isn't a war yet. Yes, we know who owns these two.

I want a word with you, Spencer.

I'm on it.

It's not every night I get a chance to have a

chat with an intellectual giant like Lou Groton.

What's it gonna be, Lou?

Can't see in economics. The ex-ispentialism will start. Climb in. And just you.

I got no business with your friend. That means you, boy. Go!

Hawke doesn't like that word.

Chilly?

Yeah, thanks for doing it.

There's a word I don't like either, Spencer. Black male.

I thought that was one of your favorites, Lou.

right up there with extortion, prostitution, narcotics, and murder.

Smart mouth. Same smart mouth that called my stock broker this morning.

I had the guy who was laundering drug money for you.

I never could prove it, but I warned him. Now I'm warning you.

An hour ago, I paid your messenger boy $25,000.

So my broker was your client a few years ago. You tripped over some of my business.

And now you want to cash in. OK. I paid.

They came tonight to tell you, that's the last, no more.

I don't want you talking about crime. Then let me make it clear.

Whether you like it or not, we got a deal. Now, you and me.

No calls, and you say nothing about this.

What do these messengers look like? And what does it drop right now?

Safety act, Spencer. Remember what

I just said, and get out of my car.

You got a reputation for being smart. So be smart. Keep your mouth shut.

Well, somebody couldn't keep their mouth shut. Look at this.

Money laundering charge, private investigator

links, prominent stockbroker to organized crime.

You know, it's not often an anonymous type of guy like yourself hits the front page.

I didn't leak that story. You don't have to convince me.

You've got to convince the lady. You know her? Lovely, Rita. Excuse me, Ms. Fiori.

I've had my dealings. What's she like? Tough lady.

You want to go with that thought? Yeah, you know, she's a tough, tough lady.

Way to find tuna, Frank. You know what I mean, Spancer? She's gutsy.

She's gung-ho for the job. She sticks to things like a bull.

What am I giving you a book report for? You'll find out.

Hi, my name is Spencer. I've got an appointment.

I've been expecting you, Mr. Spencer.

Please, follow me.

I'm glad you're on time. I'm doing court shortly. Please, sit down.

No, thanks, South Stand.

This won't take long. I've only got about five minutes myself.

Mr. Spencer, are you aware of the gravity of all this?

If you are, you'll realize I can take a great deal more of your time.

Say, five or ten years.

No, you won't. I've got plans for those years.

Not to mention, floor seats at the garden.

I'm not accusing you of anything, Mr. Spencer. Good.

I don't know that you've done anything wrong. I haven't. I sincerely hope so.

Well, your hope will be rewarded.

Would you like to tell me what you do know of all this? Nothing yet. Anything more?

No, nothing except that this is a setup. I haven't done a damn thing.

Well, as terse and snappy as that defense is,

Mr. Spencer, it just may not be enough.

I do intend to find out who is doing the blackmail.

So do I. Let me show you what I've got so far.

Two felony blackmail complaints filed with the police.

Both parties received calls from someone identifying themselves as you.

I didn't make those calls.

A major news story which broke this morning concerning money laundering.

The stockbroker when questioned, named you as a source.

Confirming a call of the newspaper,

received last night from again someone identifying himself as Spencer.

Another call I didn't make.

And finally I have this just in this morning. Now this is particularly odd.

A man whose average bank balance is $315.65

suddenly has over $18,000 in his account.

What I do not. Oh but you do deposited yesterday.

Look if I were doing the black mailing I wouldn't be stupid enough to put the

payoff money in my market interest account. Who else might have put it in?

I have no idea where that money came from. No. I do, but I intend to find out.

Look, Mr. Spencer, I have evidence. Sketchy now, but mounting.

That may result in a criminal indictment. I asked you here to inform you

that I'm beginning an official investigation.

Well, you could have left a message on my answering machine.

Just a minute, please. Are you carrying a gun?

That's a brick under my arm. It makes my jacket fit better.

Well, I'd like the brick and the permit to carry it.

I'll save the police the trouble of having to suspend it

while the investigation's underway.

This is not some image enhancer I carry just to impress people.

It's a tool of my trade.

I'm also recommending a hearing to have your private investigator's license

revoked until this

matter is cleared up.

Danger in its obvious form is a snarling opponent,

grasping you by the neck and daring you to battle. I knew this beast well.

If there is another face of danger, it comes as a whisper, a dark kiss.

It is a disease not detected until well-established enough to kill.

The wheel set in motion to ruin me were this soft side of danger.

I knew it too, and I respected it.

I heard you were temporarily unemployed. No, I still have a client. Me?

Yeah, I heard about that too. Black male, bad business.

Somebody out there throwing dirt at you. Anything else you've heard?

You know you're clean. Should be good enough.

Man can waste a whole lot of time climbing out

the folks' heads trying to figure out what they think about.

This thing involves old clients, friends, people I know.

We can't have them thinking you're not on up and up.

Though that's a Spencer code all out of whack. All right.

I know one man whose opinion on you was not too high right on through here. Croton.

Mm-hmm. That newspaper story got some gentleman from the SEC

in Washington sniffing around his affairs. He's going to take a run on me.

My guess, real soon.

Hey, I don't suppose clearing up your fine upstanding reputation

could hold for a couple of days. See, I get this gig in Houston.

Pay is extraordinary. Dig, I'll split it with you.

And I know some after-hours joints in that oil town

where I know we can get into trouble.

I think I better stick around.

I figured you would. Thought you might need a friend.

Thanks. I already got one.

Salute.

Thanks again for the files, Lieutenant. I'll return them as soon as I can.

Before you go, Mr. Peory.

to save something.

I've known him a long time, and while he can be a royal pain in the rear,

I don't believe he's doing this.

Why not? Well, it's pretty hard to explain, but... Spencer's a throwback.

He's full of morals and principles that run very deep.

Blackmail doesn't fit his character. I appreciate your opinion, Lieutenant,

but I have to consider the hard facts. Spencer's been in debt recently.

That's clear motive for many crimes. And as to his character, well, you

admitted yourself that while he was on the police force,

he was reprimanded several times for insubordination.

And on a personal level, the man I met yesterday,

I found to be flip, hot-tempered, and arrogant. I'm told.

You're talking about something different here that you don't see right away.

I mean, it takes time. Time and familiarity can also cloud your opinion.

My knowing Spencer for years makes me a bad judge of him, is that right?

No, but your friendship with him can make you biased in his favor.

But who is talking about friendship, Miss Fiori? I happen to respect the man

because he does have integrity. He may have. He may be dripping with it.

He may give to charity and walk old ladies across the street, but the evidence

still says he could be guilty of a crime.

Now thanks again for your help, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

And what the hell do you want?

So far, the only thing my angry clients had in

common was that I had worked with them years ago.

Ordinarily, a trip down memory lane would have been pleasurable.

But when you live in an overcrowded apartment like me, your pass

gets stored in dusty cardboard boxes in a shed by the waterfront.

I needed to look at my retired files.

Apparently someone else had wanted to look too.

The tape had been ripped and replaced.

Nothing appeared to be missing, but 1978 and 79 certainly had been browsed through.

Something I intended to do myself.

So I started concentrating on the cases I'd handled between 1978 and 79.

Not the minor jobs taking a day or two, but the major cases.

Because whoever was after me had a major motive.

Nancy, hi. Come on in.

What's the matter? I thought that you were someone that I could trust.

Why are you doing this to me?

After all these years what?

Why? Someone called you. Said it was me, right?

It wasn't.

Do you mind telling me who it might possibly be

since you're the only person to know what I did for my brother?

Nancy, would you come in, please?

Case.

Someone broke into my files and read it along with some moves.

Whoever was didn't care that your brother forced you to steal drugs for him.

Or that we got him into a rehabilitation program.

All that person wanted was information that could hurt you.

Nancy, I'm sorry.

I know you went through a lot of self-doubt and pain a few years ago.

I'm sorry it's happening again.

Well, if it wasn't you, who was it? I don't know. But I'm going to find out.

So you're telling me that he's out there right now and knows everything, right?

and that he can do what he threatened to do? What did he say? He said that...

He would tell the hospital about...

me stailing the morphine from the sea I see you.

He said that my career would be over and it would.

He even threatened to find my brother and ruin him too.

That means he doesn't know where he is.

What did he want? $5,000.

I told him I don't have that much I've pleaded with him,

but he kept insisting that I come up with the money. How long did he give you?

He was very big and said that.

He call. Maybe next week. Did he call you at home?

hospital.

What am I gonna do?

I wish you and I could talk you out of it. But am I going to do now?

No, I can help you.

If he contacts you again, arrange a meeting, then call me.

I'll take care of the rest. I'm very scared.

I can't go on like this.

Ulysses S. Grant put it so simply. Find

out where your enemy is.

Strike him as hard as you can. That's what I intended to do.

But Boston is a big city. Grant had added, find him as soon as you can.

That had become the most important part.

Because for Nancy and me, time had become an enemy. Ah, Frank.

I remember that part of the police motto, ever vigilant.

Spenser, you are some slick gum shoe. I'll never figure out how you spotted me.

Just lucky, Frank. I mean, you were so well concealed.

Listen, who else do you think might notice you here? What do you mean?

Come on, Frank, you keep up with the news. The stockbroker's been undighted.

They're getting close to Grotten. And now your baby's hitting me. Marty, send you?

No, I'm freelancing.

Frank, I didn't know you cared. I do, Spencer. I care a whole lot about my weekend.

See, I got plans to go to Ipswich.

And as I work homicide, if somebody happens to get killed

today or tomorrow or whenever, I get assigned to the case and boom, no Ipswitch.

Frank, you are one selfish son. Thank you very much. Keep your head down.

I will, if you will. Hey, they've got those great little clams there, don't they?

Oh, yeah, I love them. Yeah, well, watch the butter sauce. Hey, just watch yourself!

Spencer's first rule of investigation. When you don't know what to do, do something.

I needed to get ahead of the blackmailer, get a recording of his voice.

Now if he stuck to 1978 and 79, I figured sooner or later he would contact Irene.

There were some delicate matters in Irene's past days

as a hooker which made her a good target. Of course she had left the streets

and was out of that line of work now.

She now ran a little business called Dial Offensive.

Are you sure this machine works? I'm sure this is a machine. It's perfect.

They all are. That's what keeps me in prison.

You know what they say, look after your tools. They'll be good to you.

Looks like you're doing pretty well. All right.

There's another buck there. I've had up to 350 calls in one day.

Not that sound. It's the lonely widow tape. Ha, that's a lot of action.

Beats the old routine. Yeah.

I can be out of town, take the job, get paid, the clown walks away happy.

Geez, if I'd known them what I know now, I'd be retired. I'm glad you're not.

At least for now. Listen up, sweetie. If he calls, we got him. There.

You are all hooked up. You should partner the expression to my private line.

Yeah, well, if he calls you let me know right away, huh? Hey, hey, hey.

Listen, oh, that's trouble, Jan. Why, how did you get the authorization for this?

Now, Quark set it up. If this works, I'm going to buy you the best dinner ever.

Yeah, I'll get out my formal. You really want to do me a favor?

Goodbye, 800 number. I'll have to send you a friend. Okay.

Kierkegaard put his finger on it.

Life can be only understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.

One day I hoped to be able to look back and reflect on what was happening.

But for now, I had no choice but to get on with it.

Sergeant, I just spoke with Lieutenant Quirk,

and I'm still a little unclear about the time gap.

If you'd been following Spencer, how is it that you arrived at the scene

after the shooting had begun? Well, I see it was the chase.

I lost both vehicles during the high speed.

I only located them again when they entered the building.

Anyway, they'll all be in a full report. Thank you, Sergeant.

I'd like to speak with Mr. Spencer. Alone, if you don't mind.

Look, it was a righteous shoot. Any cop could tell you that. Thank you.

These shootings are directly related to the blackmail case.

You realize they'll figure prominently in my investigation? I was attacked.

My assailant fired first. I reacted in self-defense.

Your reaction was to shoot a man. With a gun, I was unaware you had.

May I ask where you got it? Is there a permit for it?

The, uh, gun was in my glove compartment.

And its registration is on the permit you have.

I'm not holding that for safekeeping. I'm going to go. I revoked that permit.

And now you've used an illegal concealed weapon in an act of violence.

Well, maybe you should check and see

if there's a valid permit for the 12-gauge shotgun that

was pointed at me several times and fired in an active violence.

You know, Mr. Spencer, if all this means so little to you,

I suggest it's time you get yourself a lawyer, because you're in deep trouble.

Oh, that's terrific. Then we'll just sit back and watch

the two of you put a cold clinical to the facts, decide who did what to whom.

Well, this has gone way beyond blackmail or the question of gun permits.

Now, two men dead, they were out there to kill me.

But if you think I take any pleasure or satisfaction

in their deaths, you can add that

to the long list of things you don't know about me.

Oh, I know a great deal about you.

From the things you've gleaned for your mounting evidence,

you're so wrapped up in marching me into court and proving what a despicable person

You haven't looked at anything else. Look, this is neither the time or...

Oh, you know it is the time. It's the perfect time, you see?

I've got this car that's falling apart around me.

I've... I've a... an apartment with holes in the walls.

I've some good books. I don't have much. But I've something that means a lot to me.

My reputation. Now, you can have the car, you could have the books,

you could've had my apartment, you got to have it all. But you can't have my name.

Spenser.

Uh, yeah. Cyrene. Uh, what time did he call?

Well, bright and early, about five minutes ago. It had to be him.

Nobody else calls me this early on my private line.

Uh, were you able to keep him on the line?

Listen, Spencer, I learned a lot of things about guys. They're all the same.

Lovers, brothers, bosses, John's, even Crooks. Ask them a few questions.

Get them going. They all love to hear themselves talk.

I got a minute and a half, two minutes on him. Great. I'll be right over.

Spencer!

You're in Houston. I'm back.

You guys want some coffee?

Probably not.

Looks like you two have been dancing. Digged that.

You know he wouldn't let me leave. You're dead, Hawk. You wish.

I'm standing here looking at you till we all talk. I got nothing to say to you.

That's all right. But you're going to come up with something for old Spencer here.

Spencer knows where we stand when he's through.

Mr. McClymax. Hmm? When he's dead.

You're spalling everything. I thought you promised to be nice and polite.

He's a blackmailer, and he's gonna pay. I didn't do it.

I didn' make

the call. I didn''t take the money. I didn´t plant the story.

Yeah. You didn't zip to me, right? I mean, you and me such good friends and all.

You're a murdering piece of filth.

And if I could, I'd work day and night to see to it

that you rotten a cell for the rest of your life. It's nice to see y'all making up.

The man said he didn't do it. The man didn't.

Now, you keep on sending your talent after Spencer if you want to.

Two men already came. Two men are already dead. Yeah. A cop shot, one.

He won't be around all the time. Maybe not, but I will.

Spencer here, he's real good. And now you know me.

If your twisted sense of justice means you got to play some blood feud,

some vendetta then do. I don't care. The damage done to you is already done.

One of your high-priced attorneys will get you off with a fine,

but somebody's still taking shots at me out there

and hurting a lot of other people at the same time.

Now I'm gonna find that person. I'm going to stop him.

If you get in my way, you better have an army. You're listening.

Be my sugar. Black.

So I had a tape of the blackmailer's voice. That's not much to go on.

Unless, of course, you know a guy like Leonard.

Okay, first the flowering, then the sauteing, uh, then, the wine.

Yeah, one cup of chubbly. Reduce it down. Look, uh, can we get on with this?

Hey, you gotta pay if you want to play. I mean, you know, I do something for you.

You gotta give me something in return, alright? I mean... now I bake it?

At 350 degrees. 350 degrees, four? 20 minutes. That's it.

The greatest trout you ever tasted, okay? Great. I'm gonna try this tonight.

Alright, let's get back to this baby here.

Leonard.

You guys have been experimenting with physical and psychological profiles, right?

Can you tell me this guy's age? No.

Can you at least tell me if he's older or young? It's hard to say.

Leonard, what about his physical

characteristics? His height, his weight?

Yeah, well, we can tell sometimes, but we can't in this case.

Leonard?

Leonard. What? What can you tell me? Well...

I can tell you, it's one lousy tape. I'll tell you why.

The call came through on a crowded commercial trunk line.

There's a lot of static here. Also, it a cheap over-the-counter tape.

It's been erased a lot at times. That adds to the garble.

And I'm getting a lot background noise. Well, what is it?

What is it? Leonard. What is is? Engines. Big ones.

250, 300 horsepower. Diesel. I'd say big trucks. That ring a bell? No.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I mean, you came in here asking for a quickie, and I tried to help you.

Look, if you can leave it for three or four days, I'll

run it through the really sophisticated filters,

and we'll have this guy so clear you could see right through him.

I may not have three or three days.

Oh, are you sure? I mean I could give you a voice...

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to go with what I got,

but you can swear that this is not my voice, right? Oh, absolutely.

I mean, they're close in some areas, but a hack on a home computer

can tell you they're two different voices. I mean... does this help you?

Maybe enough.

What's this? The blackmailer.

Really? An ex-client of mine recorded that offer phone early this morning.

Did you happen to participate in that felony?

This is a legal wiretap signed, sealed,

and delivered by one of your coworkers down the hall.

My, my, Mr. Spencer, you do have your tentacles everywhere, don't you?

Trading these zingers with you is a ton of fun, but could we talk about this tape?

All right.

It's what I assumed the other calls were like. He identified himself as me.

He brought up the case I'd been working on, especially the embarrassing details

and the demanded payment to keep it quiet. Do you know who the speaker is?

No, but I have a professional voice analyst who can prove that's not my voice.

Well, that suggests three possibilities.

Well, I thought it might, that I have an accomplice,

that I sold the files of my ex-clients

on being double-crossed, or that I doctored the tape.

Those are the three I had in mind.

Would it help if we could clear up the last possibility? It might.

I can take you to someone who got a call. She will swear that the man on that tape

is the same man who called her.

Look, I understand you're not on my side on this one,

that you're just doing your job, but

I'm asking for your cooperation.

Because clearing your name is very important to you. Yeah.

So is seeing to it that a lot of other people don't get hurt.

Now, will you come or not?

Nancy?

Nancy! Are

you sure that car out front is hers? No.

Thank you.

Hey, hey.

Tell them it's a barb, bitch, with overdose.

Come on, that's what you're... 9-1-1, please.

We need an ambulance immediately at 1370 Brockton, but we're at you at Overdose.

Come on. Wake up. What?

Music

It was like an inside of the bed.

That was not very smart.

I just...

Couldn't see another way out. The only thing your suicide would mean

is that man out there is winning. Well, it seemed like he had already won.

He called the hospital where I work and told him everything.

I didn't deny it and I was fired.

My administrator is preparing a report to the state board.

Nancy.

You've lived with a secret for a long time.

It's difficult and painful as it'll be.

It's time for the whole truth to come out.

That's the only way to end this thing.

After the...

I got it here.

I'll go with you to the hospital, and we'll talk to your supervisors together.

I'm not so sure they won't understand.

You know that ever since I met you, you've done nothing but help me.

Well, now it's time for you to return the favor.

When you told me about the call, you said things like,

CICU and you mentioned specific drugs like morphine.

Now, was that you talking because you're a nurse?

Or is that exactly what the man said? No, he knew those words.

He was familiar with those terms. Was there anything else that was very specific?

Yeah, he know that my case would go to the Ethics and Misconduct Committee.

I doubt if everybody would know the exact name of that group.

Dr. Wood.

Somebody who knew a little bit about medicine. Like Michael Brimson.

I've been running names all day, Spencer.

This is the last one I'm going to do for you.

Michael Grimson got out of jail five months ago.

He's served six years, two months from manslaughter.

Billy's bringing in the parole jacket over now. Grimpson's one of yours.

I asked Dr. Grimmson. I know him very well. Doctor, you mean this guy's an MD?

Grimpson was in medical school for a year and a half before he washed out.

I didn't stop him from opening a medical clinic, though.

He practiced medicine in South Boston for nearly five years.

I know that stuff that goes on. I don't know how they get away with it.

Took the identity of a doctor who recently died.

At the trial, the prosecutor said something like

one out of 50 doctors in this country may be practicing illegally.

Does it make you wonder when you go to your own doctor?

Yeah, it may. Is that when arms are broken?

They even set up a clearinghouse to check credentials.

They want these quacks caught and prosecuted. How'd you come across, Brimson?

A woman hired me to look into the death of her 16-year-old daughter.

She hemorrhaged to death after a botched abortion.

The trail fined out of that de Brimpson's clinic. Excuse me, Lieutenant. Yeah.

I got a parole file on Michael Brimston. Good, fine. Thank you, Bay.

All right, here's a home address.

It works at the bus yard as a mechanic. Can I see that? Sure.

Big engines.

That's it.

15 minutes, then we roll, Frank.

Since when is he back on the force?

sloppy brush.

You play a black male the same way you played doctor.

Spencer, I don't know

what you're talking about. Maybe we go talk to Lou Groton.

You might remember him from the night he gave you $25,000. Who is Lou Grotten?

The man you tried a black mail using my name, but Lou's tough. So is Harry McRenals.

Nancy Kittering wasn't, though. You almost took another life. I...

Give a damn about your ex-clients. They were just a way to you.

Did you like it, Spencer? To know that everybody thinks you're dirt.

Just a fraud.

to see everything you've carefully built, destroyed. You

did this!

That's what you did to me! You destroyed yourself,

blamed God in some storefront office.

Hundreds of people. You took a girl's life. It just doesn't add up.

Skye Hassel, you might? Yeah.

This has nothing to do with you.

Brimson's coming with me.

I know him. I don't know you. Oh, my name is Spencer.

I believe these are yours.

My gun of permit.

They were cluttering up my desk.

I guess it's a good thing I caught up with Brimson when I did.

I want you to know, you would have had them back

even if you hadn't identified Brimston as the blackmailer. Oh.

The setup against you was unraveling anyway.

I was preparing to drop the investigation.

I'm glad to see that evidence can go both ways.

Sometimes it's just a matter of looking closely at what you've got.

I'm not very good at apologies. Well, then we have at least one thing in common.

Well, let me try.

I shouldn't have lost

my temper the other day, and I'm not proud of that.

But I meant what I said.

You're right. You're not very good at this.

Well, I did worse than lose my temper. I prejudged you, and that was very wrong.

But I hope not unforgivable.

Bye, I'll just forget.

I guess I'm not very good at accepting apologies either. It sounded fine to me.

You're an interesting man, Spencer. Not always what you seem.

to the outside for you.

around the sole of the body formed as a pig.

Your soul is formed.

What about him, man?

That's lovely. Shakespeare?

Spencer.

Edmund.