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Tonight

on Spencer for Hire.

Because the only thing we know for sure is that a bullet bounced off his head.

Meet John Doe. John Do. Yes, sir, I have amnesia.

You know how many legitimate amnesian cases I've seen? Zero.

Put him on my cusp today. All right, kids. Tell us what you've told the cops.

Nothing. We gotta move now. Can't move without a warrant. Those are the rules.

Naughty naughty. Who's there? Delivery from Mr. Spencer.

The End

One good thing about a cocktail party is that

it's a place where you can get a free cocktail.

But then again, nothing's free. You pay for those drinks.

In hours of mindless chatter and bad jokes

with people you never wanted to meet in the

first place, I usually end up trying to make

the best of a bad situation and hoping to

spot a familiar face.

Goodbye. Good to see you. Good to. Hi. Hi. Let me guess.

You're discussing State of the Art Detective where some new surveillance device?

It's Red Sox 3-2, top of the ninth.

Mini TV. I should have known.

You know, they sit in this sort of place I'd expect to see you, Spencer.

Why? It's not every day I get a chance to wear a suit and tie

and hobnob with people who, uh... Well, how did Thomas Moore put it?

People whose profession it is in disguise matters? Hey, watch out.

Hey, present company, expletive course.

He also had to get a signature on a deposition.

You just wanted to check out the score while you're at it. You betcha.

Hey, pretty fancy crowd here. Oh, I think that's a slight understatement.

Supreme Court justice to Seaco's here.

Harold Morrison, one of the best DAs in the country. Look who's over there.

Hey, you want to make my day?

Find somebody who can introduce me to our guest of honor.

I've been a fan for a long time. I

think I might be able to manage that. Mr. Galway.

I'd like you to meet someone. Mr. Galway, Mr. Spencer. Galway a real pleasure.

I've been watching you on the news for...

No, no, no. Please. I don't want to be reminded of how long I've

been doing this. Thank you for coming. I'm glad to.

I've also been enjoying your editorials on the gambling issue.

I think you're right on the mark. Well, I'll just be a boss yourself.

the boat is to the side. But we've already got the lottery and on track betting.

We don't need casino. Hey, I'm with you. I like our waterfront without the neon.

And I really want to thank you for all the help you've given my office.

Well, thank you both for coming. Just now I have a speech to make.

And what is he doing with your office? Spencer, I can't tell you that.

Rita, congratulations. You're a first grand jury.

I understand you're doing a heck of a job. Thanks, Wayne.

I suppose you can't tell me about that either. No.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please?

Our guest of honor is a man who doesn't need an introduction.

He's been Boston's most respected newscaster for the last 30 years.

A man voted the most trusted public figure in Massachusetts.

Known as Mr. Boston himself, Ernest Goward.

I want to thank each and every one of you for being here today.

It's an honor that ranks for the highest I've received in my career as a newsman.

And yet, today, there's also a sadness in me,

because today, I'm announcing my retirement from newscasting.

I know that this comes as somewhat of a surprise to all of you,

but it is something to which I've given a great deal of consideration.

My years in broadcast journalism have been deeply satisfying,

but they've also demanded patience and...

Understanding.

part of my family. I won't bore you with a recitation of the birthdays and

anniversaries that I've missed. Let me just say that I made a promise.

myself.

and to my family.

that I won't be missing them in the future.

Thank you.

I can't believe he just retired out of the blue. He's right in the middle of it.

So as your opinion, the lawyer's changed in there. You still agree with Thomas more.

The jury's still out. Very diplomatic. Not really.

What'd you think of the whole afternoon? That was fine.

Till Wynfield's pinching at home run. What? What?

I didn't say anything.

Oh my god.

Ugh.

Better call and get some help.

It's not every day I pull a semi-conscious guy on a tux out of Boston Harbor.

So between doing my grocery shopping and a trip

to the drug store, I thought I'd check on him.

The hospital would keep him for 24 hours for observation.

I wanted to get there before he was released.

Hey, how much are these chocolate molasses, guys? 40 cents each. I'll take it here.

Thank you. Have a good day.

That's right. Let me guess, PI work is slowing down,

and now you're doing your good deeds as a candy striper.

You got any machine at the station on the fritz?

Are you here for the guy in the penguin suit that you fished out of the harbor?

How'd you know about that? Police report. A couple of blues took it last night.

They're bringing them down now. I'm here for follow-up. Follow-up?

Yeah. Didn't you hear what happened?

Well, the kid was not exactly in the chatty mood last night!

Oh, you're gonna love this. The bullet just creased his hair.

He got a head like a rock. It just popped right off. Doctor, how's the kid doing?

Well, no complication. Since he's been here, he should be fine, at least physically.

However, we would like to have him back for further observation. Excuse me. Hi. Hi.

How are you feeling? I thought you were fine. Doc said I should avoid gunfire.

I'm sorry, that's a bad joke.

Oh, you're like, I really want to thank you. Glad to help.

Great story, Spencer. I was just talking to the nurse. You got a quote for me?

Weeks.

Quote? Sure. Don't fire until you see the whites of the ride. Cute. Come on, Spence.

You're gonna come out a hero on this one. You're having a guy out of the bay?

See, so I don't like your yellow journalism in general.

And that rag of a newspaper you work for in particular.

Now, you can print that or you can print an old comment.

Hey, I'm just looking for a... I know what you're looking for,

and I better not see it in print.

You sure got away with the press, Betsey.

Hey, I've got no argument with the fourth estate, but that guy's not a member.

My name is Spencer. I'm pleased to meet you.

You know, usually during introductions, people give their own name in return.

I don't know it. What

do you mean? Uh, allow me. Spencer, me, John Doe.

John Do. Yes, it's sort of an alias that they give to people.

I know what a John Do is. Yeah, you see, I have amnesia.

Yeah, and Marty likes that explanation so well, he wants to hear it in person.

You got no wallet, no ID, nothing.

You don't know who shot you. You don' know why or where.

And how the hell do you expect us to help you? Oh, come on, Marty.

The kid's had a tough time of it. Don't tell me my job's spent, all right?

20 years I've been on the force.

You know how many legitimate amnesia cases I've seen? Zero.

So you think the kid's lying or what? Wouldn't be the first time.

Maybe he's covering up for a drug deal or one seller. I don't do drugs.

Well, you know something after all, don't you? What else do you know?

I know I'm in Boston. Ways in that way, the library has a big empty room

for all the banned books.

I guess the only thing we know for sure is that a bullet bounced off his head.

Yes, Spencer. Right?

OK, so we got one vote for a cover-up, one for a possible suicide.

But how about this? Maybe the kid does have amnesia. How about that?

Now he's out of the hospital, no money, no place to go.

Well, you know what they always say, Spencer, finders, keepers.

Alright.

You done with them?

Until he remembers something. Put him in my custody. You got him. Come on, kid.

You stay at my place for a day or two

till we find out who you are and where you belong. Thanks, sir.

Identity is a lot like your heartbeat.

Something you take for granted and rarely think about until it's gone.

In an era where people complain of being dehumanized

by numbers, my house guests would have welcomed being identified by symbol.

Anything that could tell him who he was.

Until that time, I figured a good night's sleep or a hot meal couldn't hurt.

Yeah, take a look in here. All of these should fit. Thanks a lot.

Alice, the getting bar and hour sign. Great.

Do you think that police sergeant might be right? Do you you think I, uh, I mean,

I must have been in really bad shape if I'd Commit suicide? Yeah.

Well, how do you feel about that? I don't know what to think.

I didn't ask you what you thought.

I want to know how you feel, your gut-level reaction.

I don't think I don' feel I'm the type. But that means. Somebody wanted you dead.

Yeah, but why? I mean, what could I have done that would have made

somebody want to kill me? Maybe nothing.

Maybe just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You mean I got mugged?

That's a big city. There's a certain element that doesn't adhere to the Golden Rule.

Can you help me? Like, I know the idea of amnesia is kind of scary,

but the doctor said it probably wouldn't be permanent.

If you wake up in the morning, remember the whole thing. But what if I don't?

Now, I don' have any money now, but maybe I'm rich. I'm wearing a tuxedo.

Hey, maybe my name is in there.

Not unless your name is Tuxedo Junction.

We checked earlier, it's a rental. Yeah. They're still worth looking into.

I'll do that first thing in the morning.

Hey, how about a pair until we get started here?

Thanks.

And I mean that for everything. Forget it.

Don't say that.

Spanchard, I just remembered something.

I hate pears.

Well, that's a start.

Homeboy.

Why bother? Raining season be here another month or two.

Yeah, well, it gives my life a sense of order if I wash it regularly.

Yeah, every six months, whether it needs it or not. Well, cleaning this is next.

Don't say it.

Oh, by the way, I can't make the game tonight. Something's come up. Yeah, I heard.

Playing big brother again, huh, babe? Yeah, well, you see this? That's a long story.

It always is. Ain't no big thing. I'll find something to do. No doubt.

Who told you? Ah. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, hah, ha!

I knew more than I ever wanted to about cummerbunds and patent leather shoes.

But nothing that would help me to find out who the kid was.

There comes a time in every case when a detective has to

drop back and analyze the situation. Use is deductive powers.

There also comes a times in every case for lunch.

What do you think of your new roommate?

Her activity was worse. At least she's got a sense of humor about the whole thing.

Seems to me like you're going through an awful

lot of trouble for someone you don't even know.

How do I think about it?

Can you imagine waking up in the morning and not knowing who you are?

When a kid can't get a job, can't file for

unemployment, hell, he can't even get arrested.

Sounds to me that I can know what you're talking about. I've been there.

Used to

get my bell rung a lot when I was fighting.

I got knocked out once, didn't know who I was for 24 hours.

It was terrifying, the worst day of my life.

Just imagine what it's like for this kid.

When you really think about it, the

only thing we really own in life is our identity.

You know I'd have to agree with you on that one.

Weeks. Damn it. What's the matter?

Oh!

So.

Now maybe someone will recognize him and tell him who he is.

Somebody's trying to kill him. They'll know where to find him.

That's it.

What is it? Special

delivery from Mr. Spencer. Could you leave it by the door?

Can't. I need a signature. Maybe you better come back later.

BOOM!

BOOM!

You alright?

BAM!

If nothing else, whoever wanted the kid dead was determined.

They were going to keep at it until they got it right.

At the moment, they had the advantage.

They knew who the kid was and why they were trying to kill him.

My forward progress had stopped on his opinion of parents.

Still think the kid got mugged? I want you to sew up his mouth while you're at it.

Hey, Franklin, how could you benefit from my wit and wisdom? Recognize the guy?

Ellis Riley, freelancer with mob connections. Any mob in particular?

No, his spreaders work around pretty good. He's a pretty generous guy.

How's the memory doing, kid? I forget.

You know, for somebody who's got a contract on him,

you've got a pretty lousy attitude, you know that?

Maybe we ought to run him in, Lieutenant. Oh, Frank, run him for what?

Yeah, and I'll maybe a couple of days in the county clank to jar his memory.

Maybe I'll run him because he's a wise guy. I'm a little tired, though. I forget.

Do you ever think that maybe he's getting tired of people shooting at him?

You're frustrated. You've got an attempt. homicide investigation with no clues.

But this kid, I mean, somebody's trying to keep him from growing old.

Maybe, and maybe that's just what he wants us to think.

It's a little convenient, isn't it?

Spencer, a mob hitman tries to off the kids up here.

He don't know nothing about nothing. I'll find out who's shooting at him.

Do me one favor, will you? Don't turn over any more dead bodies.

at Grove Street.

I forget. Pretty funny, huh, Frank? No, that's not funny.

So, the lady with the two heads says to the guy, you probably don't remember me.

Yeah!

Of course, right. You don't seem to be taking this very seriously.

No, I'm sorry. It just popped out. I... I guess it's

my way of dealing with anxiety.

Yeah.

Hey, I was thinking, you know what he said about that dead guy? Yeah.

Being in the mob?

Do you think it's possible that I could be, you know, a gangster? Not a chance, no.

Besides, I don't know many funny guys in the mob.

In a second.

The tux.

The jokes!

Man, he's a comic. That's your definition, not mine.

I didn't say he was a good comic. I just said he was comic.

Then how come I never heard of him? I don't know.

Maybe he tapped the eyes of this town. Maybe he doesn't work much.

With jokes like that, I can understand it. Look, we both are. Tell us another joke.

Oh, come on. Spence and have a look at passion.

We both know that jokes are geographically different.

The Catskills, Miami Beach, they're all different. And if you don't know who he is,

maybe we can at least figure out where he's from. Tell us about the humor, man.

OK, OK. Tell me another one. Go ahead.

Dr. Calls' patient at home says I got some good news and some bad news.

The good news is you got 24 hours to live.

The patient says, my God, what's the bad news?

Dr. Says, I forgot to call you yesterday.

Uh, tell us another one. Guys walking down the boardwalk with a pig on a leash.

Another guy comes up and says, hey, did you win that at the fair?

The pig says, yeah.

There's your, there's your rogeographer.

Boardwalk. Atlantic City. Can I use your phone? Local call? Yeah. Over there.

Keep your day job, kid.

You're a hard man to track down. On purpose. What are you doing tonight?

Out of sleep sound. Thrilled dog. You missing the point.

Listen, if you're not committed, I could use some help. I'll assume.

Out of immediately sound. If our sound's better. All right.

I'll meet you at that safe house we used last time. Yeah.

So my roommate was a comic. I don't think Woody Allen's career was in danger,

but then again neither was Sherlock Holmes' reputation.

All I had now was pairs, comedians, and New Jersey.

It wasn't much, but on slow days you take what you can get.

All of you must now remember why I don't like this place.

I have to squint real hard. It's kind of homie.

Yeah, real hard, you mean like with your eyes closed.

Sit down, kid. Make yourself comfortable. It's gonna be a while.

Dave, drums say you had a little off-case with Elvis Ryder.

Yeah, terminal wall location.

That's not an inspected man talked to a better game than he played.

Have any idea who he might have been working for?

I heard that he was persona non-gay. and growl at the locals lately.

Seems his profile was a little too high with the resident constabulary.

Maybe he was working for somebody out of town, somebody down the coast. Could be.

Gambling types in town. Mob lawyer named Evans from the old school

thinks he's a fancy dresser. Sounds like it might be worth checking into.

Look, take good care of my friend here. Who knows?

You might hear some jokes you'd add to your repertoire. Elephant went into a bar.

Later.

Then sir!

Ellis Rodd is fast food hamburgers.

Playmates of New York strip child broils, you

day? I day.

Play D.A.R.F.

It's a nice boat. Nice boat, Evans. It'll make a terrific floating casino.

It'll be a good compliment to our proposed hotel.

Yeah, if the gambling bill gets passed. Oh, no, you're worrying about things

that don't need worrying. I'm telling you, Galway was the key element.

And with his retirement, the anti-gambling coalition has lost its major spokesman.

Well, I'm thinking maybe we turn Galway around.

Maybe we turn them all the way around. To Wallace, sir.

He's neutralized. That's enough.

And besides, the man has two principles to make a complete turnaround.

I know some people who can give him some new principles.

Well, we don't like to do business that way. Oh, I know, Danny.

You boys up here, you don't want to get your hands dirty.

They're all so proper and sophisticated. Well, let me tell you something.

If your boys played a little bit rougher, we wouldn't have these messy details.

We'll take care of the comic. We have people working on it.

Well, you tell them to work harder. There's a lot of money at stake here.

Five, maybe six million a year. Legit.

And I don't want to see my end going down the tubes,

because your people can't handle some messy detail.

Evans, just make sure you take care of your end, your political contacts.

We'll handle the decision making, and we'll handle that comic.

Let me help you. My God, you show up in the most unexpected places.

Your secretary told me where to find you. I got to talk to you.

You ever considered washing where? Never. Whatever it is you want to talk about,

you better make it fast. I'm on my way to court. You must be psychic.

You guys, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.

Now, I guess what this court date's all about. Tell me if I get warm.

How about your grand jury investigation on all of St. Gambling?

I'll take that for a warm answer.

How about more specifically legalized casino-style gambling

in our fair commonwealth? Ah, I'm getting hotter.

How about an investigation on the local underworld's influence in that area?

Spencer, I am not finding this amusing.

If you want some information, why don't you just ask me? Well, great.

What do you know about Morgan Evans? None of your business.

Well, of course it's my business. You're a public servant. I'm the public.

Grand jury investigations are confidential. You know that.

Well, there is an investigation there.

Why are you asking me questions? You know I can't possibly answer.

Just trying to do my job. By asking me not to do mine.

By asking to divulge privileged information.

Well, why am I talking to you about professional ethics? Professional ethics?

I've got a client who's tried to kill twice.

The last hitter was a local boy with mob connections.

Now, maybe there's a connection with your investigation. Maybe there's not.

But the body counts so far as one. I don't want to see it go any higher.

Neither do I. I wish there weren't any dead bodies.

But that doesn't mean it's got anything to do with what

I'm doing, nor that they're going to be any more.

Well, Jung said that if you traced coincidence back

far enough, you'd find that it was inevitable.

I don't know if Marty Quirk was thinking about

Jung when he called us down to the wharf,

but I'm sure Betty was thinking of coincidence.

and pie in the eye. Glad you two could make an appearance.

They're just doing our civic duty, Frank. You look empty-handed.

No lunch wagging around? Two bodies, one dead, one alive,

washed up out of Boston Harbor within 48 hours of each other. Over here, boys!

Both had head wounds, both caused by a heavy caliber bullet. It's a big coincidence.

Wouldn't you say, Spencer? All right, hold it.

All the way back.

God.

Recognizer?

Well, though, is she? I don't know. But I've seen that face before. Maybe.

Maybe you killed him. Me? Why? I couldn't. Just relax. He's trying to shake you up.

Hey, I ought to take him in for questioning. Why? He's in my custody.

You know where to find him. That was before she washed up.

Give me a couple more hours. Let me work with him. Right.

Alright, let go.

All right, you got it.

All right, all right, let's start over again. Just relax.

Let your mind wonder where it will, OK? Now, you remember the girl.

Where do you remember her from? Spencer, I don't. I don' want to hear.

I don''t want to here. I don´t know, OK. Concentrate.

Try to focus on her face, OK, try to see her face. Come on, try.

Come on. Come on!

Lights. Lights. Good. Lights! What kind of lights? I don't...

Headlights, flashlights, stop lights. Flashing, flashing lights. That's good. Right.

Come on. What can I remember? You are remembering. You're doing real good.

Flash and lights. Like on a police car. They

were white. White. Uh, strobe lights.

Kind of. Uh...

Right, lights. At a disco? No, I don't think so. Flash bulbs on a camera.

That's good. Flash bulbs.

Huh? Yeah. Yeah, that was it. Somebody was taking a picture. Good, good.

But what good is that if I don't know who? Well, listen, take it easy.

You might be doing better than we think.

We've got a pretty girl who gets washed up on the beach

with track marks on her arms, and somebody's taking pictures of her.

Pictures she maybe didn't want to show to our mama. Naughty, naughty. Uh-huh.

Work wasn't crazy about babysitting the comic,

but he did give us a snapshot of the dead girl.

By now, identified as Deborah Towns, and definitely not the girl next door.

I went through a half a dozen porno photographers

and smut peddlers before we found the reaction

we were looking for.

Of course we knew going in that everyone we talked to would deny even

knowing Denver Towns.

But some people lie better than others.

Tommy Gross should have taken

some lessons.

No, I never seen her before. And the Skippy ain't no sissy. OK, fellas, let's go.

I got work to do. Tommy, oh, look, we know what you're involved in.

And sooner or later, one way or another, you're going to tell us who hired you.

So why don't you just be a good citizen and volunteer the information? Oh, my.

I know tougher guys than you two.

So do I, but they're all in the Charles Street jail.

Tommy, you don't seem to understand the situation.

Deborah Towns is dead. Murdered. That makes you an accessory. No, wait a second.

They just hired me to do a photo session. They? Who are they, Tommy?

I can't tell you that.

BAM!

Look.

You can hurt me, but you won't kill me.

The people I work for will.

Hey, Hawk.

Sounds like Tomahere could use a little police protection.

You know, I could take you down to homicide.

I've got a friend over there to keep you safe. Hmm.

Might make Tommy's employer nervous, knowing that he's talking to the mayor.

Well, but they wouldn't hurt him, would they?

I mean, just because he was at the police

station doesn't mean he'd tell him anything.

Mm-hmm. But everybody knows that Tommy's a stand-up guy.

Look, I'm telling you, I got nothing to give you.

Tommy, you're a real smart guy. So I'm sure you gave the negatives

to the people who hired you.

But I'll bet you kept some of those pictures for yourself.

You're kind of like an insurance policy. That's smart.

So why don't you give me the pictures?

Tell me who hired you and we can be on our merry way.

We won't have to go down the homicide.

The best I can do. No names.

I got the ladies' frame.

All right, all right, it's a police station.

Knock it off, we need you. Get out of here. Hey, come on, over here. Let's go.

We saw him on the charge. Yes. We saw he was on the station. No way. No way!

Look, you might drop the charges if you can give him

any info on the devil's analysis. No way, no way!

Look, if you might throw out the charges, if you could give him any info

on the Devil's analysis...

That's what you get for work.

Hopefully that doesn't happen.

boat.

Boat. Yes. Flashbulbs, the girl. They had something to do with a boat.

I think it might be a clue to, you know, who I am.

You know, that's, uh, that really good kid. That's brilliant stuff.

You getting the idea how many boats there are in Boston?

Have you any idea what it's like going through life without even knowing your name?

Oh, look, kid, you see all these beautiful people.

Now, I've got to interrogate every one of them about Deborah Towns' death.

Now, after that, I'll tell you what. After I get finished questioning them, maybe.

Just maybe we can talk about boats. But it might tell me who I am. Please.

This is driving me crazy. Kid, please.

I don't know whether you're talking about big boats,

the little boats, toy boats, a tug boats, or speed boats.

I don' want to just go over there and sit and think.

And if you come up with anything concrete, let me know. OK. Rats!

Big bones, little bones.

Big Bots. Foul ball.

Found it.

Fountain.

The boat had something to do with the fountain. Please give me a break. I'm busy.

Can't you see that I'm...

I'm gonna get you!

Sir.

I'm sorry, I'm late. The people don't usually arrange to meet me on the park.

I got this from a pornographer named Tommy Gross.

I don't understand your connection with this.

Trying to save a young man's life.

I need to know who's blackmailing you. I was set up. Oh.

They were rumors.

about mob influence in the programming lobby.

I got an exclusive interview.

Had a big party on a boat.

seemed perfectly safe.

I had one drink. And when you woke up? I was on a speedboat going back to the shore.

These pictures are in my mailbox the next morning. Who set you up?

I can't tell you that. You

don't know what's at stake. What, your reputation?

I can believe you'd value that over a human life. One person's already dead.

Jed, what do you mean? I'm afraid I don't know those pictures.

They found her in the harbor, the bullet in her head.

Mr. Goway, you know who killed her. Tell me who those people are.

Tell me what you're afraid of. Nobody's going to believe those pictures.

Go public with them. Tell the truth.

Spencer you're trying to save somebody's life.

You'll show mine.

The second picture they sent me was my granddaughter.

I think the message is clear. Now,

a lot of things are clear.

Look, don't you think I want to expose them? I just can't take the chance.

You have to. You have too. You can't go into self-imposed exile.

Who's the next Ernest Galway? Who's next girl in the bay?

Who's is the next child to be threatened? She's six years old.

You've been around long enough to know how blackmail works.

Do you honestly think that your granddaughter's

going to be safe because you're retired? She's only safe until they need you again.

My god, man, what am I supposed to do? Help me.

that I'll try to help you.

Lawrence Denning.

And Morgan Evans set me up.

Evans bold as the front on blow.

It's birthed down in the harbor.

Pier 1.

What had started out as a simple case of finding one man's identity

had led me to the names of people who try to kill my no-name comic,

threatened violence to a child, and destroyed a man of integrity through fear.

I had promised Ernest Goway I would help him. I would not have been able to do that.

wanted to crack out of him alone,

and figured Marty Quirk might want to get his Lexin too.

I'm telling you, Marty, I think I know who killed Debra Towns.

The same people are trying to kill my client,

which should help us find out who he is. Let's get him in here.

Belson? Belson, where's that comic? He's right over there.

It was right there.

Excuse me. I'm looking for a boat with the name Fountain,

or Fountain in part of its name.

Yeah, the fountain blew. Big C, go up from Cape May.

She's on the other side of the warehouse at Pier 1.

Thanks.

What are we standing around waiting for? I know he's on that boat.

The search warrant's being issued, Spencer. We can't wait for that.

We've got to move now. Can't move without a warrant.

Those are the rules. You remember the rules, don't you? Your rules. Spencer!

Spencer!

You swore at me, Danny.

You swore to me everything was gonna be taken care of. Hey, take it easy.

And also use your head for a minute, would you?

This kid's been on the street for what, 48 hours?

If he's told the cops anything, then why aren't they here?

Right now, tearing the place apart, hauling us in.

I don't know. You tell me. I'll tell you.

Because the amnesia story in the papers is true.

He can't remember anything, so he can't tell him anything.

And what if the so-called amnesiowess off? Love. Then what? We're gonna find him.

Sooner or later, we're gonna to find him, and when we do, that'll be the end of it.

Excuse me, Mr. Denning. If someone on the dock, you might be interested in.

Bye.

Found him starting up the gangplank. Wouldn't take no for an answer.

Get him in here, now. Bring him in.

You don't think they're going to invite them to afternoon TV?

We only have things to work out, huh, kid?

Who are you guys? What do you want from me?

I bring you up here figuring this is gonna be a good start for your career.

Instead, it's the end of your career, it says shame, huh?

You should have stuck to your jokes, kid.

Instead of poking around where it's none of your business.

Hey, you guys know who I am. Just tell us what you told the police.

I know you. I've seen you

before. Amnesia, huh?

All right, kid. Tell us what you told the cops. Nothing. I can't remember anything.

Come on, tell me. I can't tell you anything I don't know.

This ain't getting us anywhere.

All right.

Keep at it. Let us know when you're finished. We'll be up on top.

Hey, wait a minute. At least tell me who I am. Hey!

I get any messier than it has to. Sequoia here enjoys this kind of thing. I don't.

One more time. What did you say to the police? How many times do I have to tell you?

I can't remember anything. You know what, kid? I believe you.

The trouble is I can take any chances.

Spencer, what are you doing here? How'd you find me? I forget. Come on.

BOOM!

What's going on? Somebody's on board. They got the kid. How many? Two.

Well, take care of him.

11 o'clock behind the pile of us.

Don't worry about that. Now let's concentrate on getting out of here alive.

What I'm starting with? Will you get dumb?

Hey, kid, where are you?

So long, Bobby. Drop it!

BAM!

Bobby Olaq from New Jersey!

Bobby Oluq, an accidental witness to Debra Town's murder,

had found his life suddenly expendable.

Now those same men who had given Bobby his death sentence

would wait for his testimony to determine their own fate.

Poetic justice can be the most satisfying.

And lastly, in a move that surprised law

enforcement officials and the underworld alike,

mob lawyer Lawrence Denning has turned state

witness in the Deborah Towns murder trial.

Additionally, in exchange for immunity from prosecution,

Denning will be the key witness in a grand

jury probe into organized crimes, influence,

in the programming lobby. And now, on a more personal note,

I'd like to say that reports of my early retirement have been greatly exaggerated.

It's great to be back. And I'll return after the commercial break

with my nightly editorial.

Good to see him back. The news just wasn't the same without him.

Hey, speaking of comebacks. Hi. Just came by to say thank you and goodbye.

I'm heading out west. I thought I'd try Vegas.

Oh, you better watch out for the showgirls. They'll throw you out.

I'll have a good time. Just remember what Casey Stengel said.

Being with a woman all night never hurt a guy.

It's staying up all night trying to find one that'll do you in. That's pretty good.

They're going to work that into the act.

Thanks a lot. Take care. See you. Bye-bye.

What a sweet kid. I hope he makes it.

Well, whether he does or not, it's not really important.

At least he knows who he is and where he's going.

And that's what's important, right? To be yourself, to be unique,

to do what only you do best.

All right.

I'm gonna get a donut. Ha ha ha ha!

Thank you.