[music continues]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chatter]
Ah-huh. Lobster shells.
[indistinct chatter on TV]
(woman on TV) '...to use every bit of it.'
Oh, you ought to, that's $ a pound, you know?
(woman on TV) '... or minutes and then we're gonna get'
'the aromatic vegetables that go in.'
Now with one carrot diced, we're going to flame it on..
(Spenser) 'Flame it. Cognac.'
'Right here. I'm all ready for you.'
But the cognac has a nice, has a very good flavor..
Ah, you like this part. Lots of cognac. Cognac.
The reason you flame it is to ...burn off the alcohol.
'Burn off the alcohol.'
You're always gonna run into some people
'that say, oh, it's a waste of time'
'where you're gonna burn the lobster..'
Uh, b-burning out the alcohol.
It's, uh, it's.. A cup of, uh..
St.. It's still burning, uh
Julia, it won't go out.
It won't go out. Flaming of the alcohol.
[clattering]
A cup of what? A half a cup of..
'One cup of dry French Vermouth'
Uh, Vermouth. Yeah, Vermouth.
'This is a very, very high class sauce.'
What? How much?
'All these, these finest ingredients..'
'Then we'll add one and a half cup of chopped fresh tomatoes'
teaspoon of tarragon..
(Spenser) 'You're making me look bad, Julia.'
Slow up just a little bit, alright.
Tarragon, I got tarragon somewhere.
'Tarragon, where's the tarragon?'
Garlic. Where's the garlic!
Oh, don't ask me, I just got here.
Don't just stand there, look for the tarragon.
Oh, you kinky devil.
My recipe, I've been waiting three weeks
to get this together.
This is supposed to be..
This is not tarragon. Oh!
My sauce a la creme.
Uhm, looks like toxic waste to me.
Here, let me help you out.
(man on radio) 'The police are still investigating'
the death last night of prominent Boston attorney
Mitchell Weinstein.
Mr. Weinstein d*ed at p.m. of motorable injury
sustained in a car crash.
Mitch Weinstein.
Isn't he that attorney friend of yours?
One for years.
(man on TV) '...and was hit head on by truck in the right hand lane.'
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) Mitchell Weinstein was a good lawyer.
One of the best I had ever worked for.
He understood the riddle of man's conduct
so that where there was no truth, he defined 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, Spenser?
Yeah, coincidence.
That's when something happens
that has no right happening
happens when you least expect it.
Come on, let me see the file.
- No. - Why not?
Because I don't wanna go get the file.
I've got a meeting with my captain in about minutes.
Look, Spenser, Mitchell Weinstein d*ed
when his car hits the Mack truck--
There' no chance it could have been foul planned at all.
No. What's that?
The Weinstein file.
What's it doing on my desk?
Where do you want it?
- Spenser! - Coincidence.
What do you want, Roseland?
Nothing.
You're welcome.
It says here blood alcohol level was sky high.
Which probably explains why
he didn't see tons of truck coming at him.
I never saw the man take a drink in his whole life.
Maybe a little Mogen David around holiday time.
So he developed a taste for the stuff in his old age.
Look, Spenser, the case is closed.
- And the door is open. - I'm going. I'm going.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) The stuff in Belson'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 more.
[music continues]
(Susan on phone) 'Hi, it's Susan.'
'Why am I working on Saturday?'
'Right, so I won't have anything to do Saturday night.'
'Hope you didn't forget. You promised me dinner at .'
'Call me if you have a problem. I'm at the clinic. Bye'
[machine beeps]
(Hawk on phone) 'Uh, boogity, hate machines'
'no message. Be at the gym.'
[telephone ringing]
Spenser.
Uh, Mr. Spenser
this is Harold Persky from Mr. Weinstein's law office.
'Uh, we met at the memorial service.'
- Yes, how are you? - 'Well, I'm not quite sure.'
I don't mean to bother you, Mr. Spenser
but I know that you and Mr. Weinstein
were very close.
And I came across a private file on his desk
that you might like to look at.
You see I know what Mrs. Weinstein told you
and, well, she could be right.
- 'Could we meet?' - Where are you?
At the office on Don Street.
Could you come over?
You know I've been here about an hour and, well..
Maybe it's nothing but the phone's rang twice
and when I picked it up there was no answer.
What was in the file?
'Well, political propaganda mostly.'
A roster of contributors, that sort of thing.
I'll be right over.
[instrumental music]
(Spenser) My late friend has spend 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.
[music continues]
[thuds]
I take it you're not the cleaning crew.
I want you to tell me what you're looking for here.
Don't move. Who are you?
Name is Spenser. Now it's your turn. Who are you?
[scoffs] You'll never know.
[grunting]
[intense music]
I'd like to report a homicide.
'You better hurry or you might have to make it two.'
(Spenser) I knew I've had to make a full report of 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 man's souls.
For that I needed to talk to Max Freed
my old fashioned political scientist.
So what's the first party?
Uh-huh.
Designer politics.
Designed for people a little to the right of Genghis 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 them
got elected to public office
somewhere in the south.
You, uh, want to hear the - - 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.
How come I haven't heard of 'em?
You ever hear of Jimmy Cardiff
before he started stumping grassroot politics?
Max, these guys weren't stumping grassroots politics.
Willard Prince isn't exactly a peanut farmer.
Are they capable of m*rder?
Interesting question.
[chuckles]
"A great politician
has to bother himself less with the means than with the goal."
Willard Prince.
Adolf h*tler.
As quoted by Willard Prince.
Page three.
Fanatics...leading fanatics.
Could be motivated to do just about anything.
Thanks.
This guy is dangerous.
He's out there alright.
"America was founded on a rock of white puritan salt
"that has been eroded by immigrants, minority rights
"and religious deviations."
Spenser, that's not there, that is sick.
I think it's safe to assume that he does not believe in
great American melting pot.
How does he convince people to hate so much?
He doesn't convince them to hate
he's not a 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 stepped that far yet.
That worker who comes home with half enough 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's 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 a 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. Spenser. Telephone, Mr. Spenser.
- You can take it at the bar. - Thank you.
Excuse me.
Spenser.
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?
Oh, he's mouth is glued shut.
[sighs] Look, I'd be happy to look at the books
but can it wait till the morning?
I'm really, uh, really kind of b*at.
So am I, Spenser.
Alright, see you in minutes.
A little snow.
At least let me take you home.
- I can take a cab. - You sure?
I'm a big girl, Spenser.
Besides the soon you get down there
the faster you can get back to my place.
You know this would be a lot less frustrating
if it started a little later.
A lot more fun too.
[instrumental music]
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 gonna jump out.
[laughs] 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 gonna keep the next guy off the court'
'out of my face.'
God!
We 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 gonna care a lot about it, lady.
'You're gonna care about a friend of mine'
'that's sitting in a cell right now.'
You're gonna care so much you're gonna
convince that boyfriend of yours
to quit what he's doing.
I can't do that.
Honey, you just need a little motivation.
[tires screeching]
(Spenser) 'Damn it, he's not gonna get away with it!'
Spenser, I'm alright.
Didn't he have the guts to face me!
White scum.
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.
[sighs] Suz, I'm not laughing.
[knocking on door]
Spenser, I'm really fine. Just fine.
- How she be? - I'm fine!
You do not look fine.
(Spenser) 'If I get my hands on that punk..'
Spenser, 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.
Oh, he did a pretty good job of that.
Call it.
I'm gonna in there a while.
- Where are you going? - Out.
Spenser, don't.
Spenser, come on, don't!
[sighs]
You gonna stop him?
[laughs]
I just wish he didn't have to fight them all at once.
He's not gonna fight them all at once.
He's gonna go straight to the top.
[instrumental music]
All too soon we'll take back this great country from those
who in the devils disguise of democracy have stolen it..
Where is he?
We'll rise up all over this great country.
I'd move up this paragraph.
Hit them with the urgency angle right up front.
You're right. Okay.
What about the immigration thing?
Can we help you?
I'm looking for Willard Prince.
I'm Prince.
Name is Spenser.
Mr. Weinstein was a very good friend of mine.
I can't say I ever heard of 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 m*rder.
I'm talking about scare tactics
right out of a t*rror1st handbook.
Mr. Spenser, 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.'
You want me to make it easy for you.
I'm gonna find out what was in Mitch Weinstein's file
important enough to k*ll for.
And if I see any of your politicians around me or Susan
I'm gonna take them for a little cab ride of my own.
If you're done, Mr. Spenser, our office is closed.
You're damn right it is.
[dramatic music]
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.
[instrumental music]
Hey!
There's only one Doug Williams.
Look here, I'll stand watch
until the bug is squashed.
What will you be doing?
I'm gonna check in the first party contributors.
They are small now, I'm gonna make it 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.
- I'm starving. - How are you doing?
- Good. I slept like a rock. - Yeah, I noticed.
Sorry.
[intense music]
Spenser!
[g*nf*re]
Damn it! Move.
[tires screeching]
Hawk! It's Prince!
[g*nshots]
You get the two bear, I'll check the car.
[intense music]
[expl*si*n]
Hawk!
Hawk!
Stay down. Don't try to get up.
Spenser, get me up!
Easy out there, easy.
You hurt?
Huh?
No.
[exhales]
Except you are not there.
[intense music]
News flash. I'm out of here.
Doctor wants somebody to lie on this bed
let him do it himself.
You got a cortical concussion, you know what that is?
- Affirmative. - Oh, I don't.
But the doctor says if you get up too soon
you may never see again.
I need any nursing
Alicia here is the best medicine I know.
Where to now?
I know a place. It's in the country.
Yeah, well, look just stick around.
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 quiz show, Spenser.
Come on down, Sergeant Frank Belson.
Say, it's me, Hawk, it's Belson.
I'm glad I won't have to look at you.
Hey, be nice. He brought you flowers.
Probably hoping I was dead.
You make house calls now, Frank?
Uh, yes, as a matter of fact, I am
since I got this.
- What's this? - 'FBI bulletin.'
Highly volatile situation has been rectified.
What is this?
It seems that the first party
especially Willard Prince had been under surveillance
'for over a year.'
By whom?
- A lot of people. - Mitch Weinstein?
Uh, could be, I just got briefed by my captain
and a couple of guys from Washington.
Washington as in FBI?
Oh, it seems they're trying to link Prince up to some
Libyan money and other subversive groups.
Mitchell did it.
Look, Spenser, I'm-I'm gonna reopen
the investigation of those accidents.
What about El Partido Primero?
Prince? Washington seems to think that
you guys cut the snake's head off.
Well, Prince was the first party
'without him there's, there's nothing.'
'Once the newspapers gets finished'
'dishing the story out about the killings and the terror'
it's over.
Maybe you sh*t somebody worthwhile this time.
That almost sounds like a compliment.
And he 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.
A martyr to be followed by a new leadership.
Mrs. Prince.
Willard Prince's words through me.
The word will go out to our followers.
They'll know by our actions.
We're moving weapons and people to a strike house.
The first party is alive and its first order of business
is to deal with the assassins of Willard Prince.
[instrumental music]
Henderson, I don't care how long it takes.
Lend it over to captain, will you?
I'm reopening it, I'm bumping it up the homicide.
Yeah, I want every inch of Wenstein's car
gone over with a microscope.
He.. What?
Same to you.
- Sergeant. - What do you got?
This tape is restored but I think you better hear it.
(Martha) 'Willard Prince was assassinated by a corrupt society.'
'His murderers have not been charged nor has any action'
'been taken toward their arrest.'
Where'd you get this?
Brown paper envelope on the day desk.
FBI's on their way in.
(Martha) 'The 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 minutes.
Do you think they're serious?
Hey, this is the same group that ran a su1c1de mission
at Spenser and Hawk and probably k*lled Weinstein.
what do you think?
(Spenser) 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 shambles.
So, why was every part of me still tight
waiting to take a punch?
I guess I'd seen too many fights turn in the last round
to stop trusting like I'm now.
Time to talk to Hawk'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--
Then go find the doctor.
This is absolutely against hospital policy.
So is death, lady. Look, you stay here.
You check every, I mean, everybody
that comes down that car. Come on.
You have to have clearances, for g*ns or any kind
of police activity from a hospital supervisor.
This isn't right.
- How are you doing? - I've seen better days.
Look, if you're so concerned, maybe we ought to go somewhere
even further away.
Alicia said the house is safe.
Besides the last place anybody's gonna 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 stocked with food and it's..
Well, nobody knows you're gonna be there.
It's just you and me, alright?
What's your plan while we whittle our thumbs?
We are testing the water, see how clean it really is.
- How scared should I be? - None.
I'll talk with Belson the minute I get back about back up.
And what makes you think he's gonna jump
at a Spenserian hunch?
Oh, come on, are you kidding?
He knows me. I'll convince him in a minute.
I haven't got a minute, Spenser.
Alright, you guys, we're pressed for time.
Let's get going and look sharp. Come on, let's move it!
And then 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 statie stopped a van coming across
the Tobin Bridge on a routine taillight violation.
Guy was carrying enough weapons to supply a small army.
Had that pinned to his hat.
The FBI just broke the guy.
He was takin' the g*ns to a safe house in Brighton.
I'm coming with you.
You just rejoined the force, Spenser?
Look, I owe these guys, Frank.
Give me a chance to pay 'em back.
You want me to sign a waiver, that's what I'll do.
Look, Spenser, these people have a hit list
the length of your arm. You and Hawk make the top ten.
Well, finally on the top of something.
What I want to do is out you and Hawk in 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?
Alright, we're gonna leave in five minutes
at least I got to keep my eye on you.
[indistinct chatter]
[telephone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[ringing continues]
- Hello. - 'Sus?'
- How's it going? - 'Fine.'
- How's Hawk? - Uh, he's adjusting.
'Look, Belson's gonna arrange for a local cop to drop by'
'and check on you two.'
Well, okay, but did something happen there?
Just a precaution but, Sus, if anything looks wrong
feels wrong, listen to Hawk.
I'll know what to do.
I know you will but, Sus, Hawk blind is still more dangerous
than any man I know.
Spenser, why are we having this conversation?
Has something happened there?
Sus, I can't talk. Listen to Hawk.
Spenser.
Sounds like he's moving fast.
They're sending a couple of policemen out here.
I shall bring the hors d'oeuvres.
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 stool
if I need it, right?
Hawk, you can't see.
'My eyes are gone, everything else is working fine.'
I might know more about this place than you.
Eleven steps from here to the phone.
'Sixty-three from here to the front door.'
Floors are made of wood, of course. Soft. Must be pine.
'Any more?'
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 cards to be dealt.
So, tell me more about the neighborhood.
You wearing cashmere
with leather trim boots
soft soles, don't hear your heels clicking
across the floor.
If I cannot hear you, I will follow the scent
of your perfume.
[sirens wailing]
(male # ) Come little side ways, sir. Stay low and keep your hands down.
Curver, I'll go around the back.
(male # ) 'No more pedestrians. Off the street.'
- What have you got? - It's quite right now.
But we know they're in there.
I've got the house surrounded.
- Any movement at all? - Nothing.
Alright, inside the house. We have the house surrounded.
We know you're on. Come out with your hands raised
in plain sight.
[shattering]
I think they might have noticed we've got company.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
[g*nsh*t]
No! No! Do not return fire.
Just stay in position and stay down.
We're not gonna start a w*r in this neighborhood.
What's going on?
Peterson, get those people back at their house.
(female # ) 'What? What is it?'
- Ma'am? - 'What?'
Stay back. Just get back please.
Give me some tear gas up here.
That guy you sweated.
He tell you how many are in there?
No.
But we're gonna find out in a minute.
Alright, in the house, this is your last opportunity
to surrender.
Come out with your hands raised or we will enter the building.
Do it.
[shattering]
[indistinct radio chatter
Always keep a kicker.
Learned that long time ago.
Yeah!
Safety's on.
No.
This is not a discussion.
Hawk, I can't use that. You know I couldn't sh**t anybody.
You know how I feel about g*ns.
How do you feel about dying?
Let me tell you something, you save this debate
for you and Spenser some night when ya'll sittin' around
sippin' brandy 'cause right on through here
we might have some company that we do not want.
Alright.
Uh-huh.
If I go down, you use it too.
Come on, let's take a stroll.
We gotta find a place for you to duck in case it comes
to ducking.
Lean on the truck.
- Give me your hand. - Okay, let's go. Come on.
[coughing]
Come on, come on.
- Come on, get in here. - Go around the back..
'Get in here.'
It's not over.
Let's just wait and see who we got--
You got some missing.
Do you know every member?
Look, you said the voice in 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 him 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, the dragon lady, she's behind all this.
It's dangerous as hell.
Until you have her, this thing's not over.
Look, Spenser, we thought we were gonna get the all
at one clean sweep, we didn't. Okay.
But hey, the organization is over.
And the Prince lady is no different than anybody else--
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.
Alright, I'll get an APB out in Essex County.
I'm going out there.
Central, this is kilo to operations.
Give me an outside line.
[telephone ringing]
This is Sheriff Rogers.
Yeah, sheriff, it's Sergeant Frank Belson
of the Boston Police Department.
'Yes, sir. What can I do for you?'
I had called a couple of hours ago about, uh, you may be
sending some officers to the Hickman place?
Oh! Um, they've been out on a traffic pile all morning
sergeant. I'm sorry but I didn't get that message.
Yeah, I, uh, I talked to an Officer Nolan.
'Could you, could you check with him and see if he did it?'
Sure.
Uh, he's out right now. Give me a minute.
I'll see if I can raise him on the horn.
Thank you.
[intense music]
(female # ) 'Officer Nolan, this is the base. Come in, please.'
'Officer Nolan, this is the base. Come in, please.'
Mrs. Prince, my name is Nolan.
I believe we spoke on the phone earlier.
[cars passing]
- Susan. - I've heard it.
Check it out.
There's a, a car coming up the driveway.
There's a police car behind it.
Play it all for me.
'There's a woman and a man getting out.'
'She's blond. They're talking to the policeman.'
Eureka! The bad guys precede the good guys.
What about the policeman?
The other two don't have on cuffs and the cop's in the deal.
- How much light is left? - Sunlight?
Enough to see by.
Mm-hmm.
Let's hit.
You are now into the deep hiding.
Should you be discovered, you will sh**t.
Okay. Where are you going?
Somewhere to make the odds even.
I can't risk being seen around here.
Then leave.
This won't take us long.
[engine starts]
[intense music]
[groans]
Dale?
Are you alright?
Dale?
I need a light down here.
[intense music]
[clattering]
[groaning]
'Dale?'
Dale?
[thudding]
The black hero.
[g*n fire]
Harder to sh**t when you're blind, isn't it?
For my husband.
Oh, God, Hawk.
[crying]
Well, how do we look?
Everything is extremely cool.
'Susan looks fine.'
'Hell you even look better this way.'
[chuckles]
Sounds like / to me.
Well, we're working on it.
Little furs around the edges but you know.
Let's go celebrate.
- My treat. - I'll get the car.
So, how's she doing?
Ah, she's coming out of it slowly.
'Saved my life. Saved her own.'
Yeah. She knows it.
She also knows she had to pull the trigger to do it.
It's a hard place to be.
(Spenser) She had said nothing and yet how can it be expressed.
What Susan's active 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 v*olence.
It was time to return the favor.
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