All language subtitles for Due South s01e00 Pilot.eng

[gun cocking]

[gun cocking]

- You're going to shoot
a Mountie?

They'll hunt you
to the ends of the earth.

[gunshot]

[theme music]

- You tell him
the snowmobiles are frozen dead?

- Uh-huh.
- He says, "I'll take a dogsled."

- A dogsled!
This guy living in this century?

- I heard he was going
overthe pass.

- Don't be ridiculous.
Nobody makes it overthe pass.

- Fraser went overthe pass.
- Oh, you gotta be kidding.

- It's 50 below out there.
I froze coming in from my car.

- The guy is certifiable.

- Who'd he go after, anyway?

- You wouldn't believe it.
- Who?

Somebody's gotta tell the chief.
- That's the sergeant's job.

- Then tell the sergeant.

- When I lift this, you jam
your hand down there fast.

Ready?
[struggling]

- Sergeant?
- Yeah.

- It's the last time
he'll fish overthe limit.

- And you felt it necessary
to go out there and get him now,

in the middle of one of the worst
storms we've had this year?

- Yes, Sir.
- Fraser,

you just tracked a man 300 kilometres
because he caught too many fish?

- He exceeded the limit
by quite a bit, Sir.

- How much could a man fish
overthe limit

that would justify you recklessly
endangering your life

and the reputation
of this police force?

- Four-and-a-half tonnes, sir.

- Of fish?

- Yes, sir.

He was dynamiting the rivers,

scooping the salmon
off the surface with a backhoe.

So I destroyed
the plastic explosives,

the nitroglycerine,
fragmentary mines,

and I then donated
the three-and-a-half truckloads

of fish
to a local Inuit village.

The tribal elder said
he would call you with his thanks

as soon as their local phone lines
were restored.

[door opening]

- Sir, there's a tribal elder
on the phone foryou,

and this just came in
overthe wire.

- It's yourfather.

- Time was you could look out
that window and see nothing but geese.

Thousands of 'em.

That river down there?

Beavers used to cover it
like a bunch of hairy little ants.

Government kind of
put 'em out of business.

- Yeah.

Everything's changing.

- Still don't know what the hell
he was doing there.

Ten below zero,
middle of nowhere.

- His logbook?

- Closed his last case
over a week ago.

So he'd been catching up
on paperwork.

But you know your dad.

He'd ratherfreeze his rump off
than hug a desk.

Thirty-odd-six
standard hunting ammo.

It's the first week
of the season.

Suddenly every damn idiot
wants to kill something.

Near as we can tell,
he must've caught a stray bullet.

Useless damn way to die.

Son, every officer in this post

spent the last three days
combing that gulch.

If there was evidence of foul play,
we would've found it.

When was the last time
you talked?

- Christmas.

- Well, I guess
the more you know someone,

the less needs to be said.

- This is mine.

You want meat, Mountie?
Go to a supermarket.

- You killed him?

- Nope.

- Seen any hunters

come through here?

- Yeah.

- They killed him?
- Nah.

- Then who?

- Nobody.

He just drank too much.

- Betty, honey,

you got milk. Guy brought home
a gallon yesterday.

Yeah, look in the fridge.

I never should've bought
the damn thing.

Now it's "Bring milk,
bring butter."

I'm up at 10,000 feet
and she wants me

to stop at a 7-Eleven.

Uh, a week ago, you say.

- It would've been
a party of six.

- Uh, brought some nuns up
on a retreat. Does that help?

- Not unless
they were carrying firearms.

- You're sure
they were Americans, eh?

- They were all wearing new boots,
driving a Jeep Wrangler,

and they carried big guns.

- Americans it is.

Now here you go. Uh, a bunch
of dentists from Chicago.

Came up forthe weekend,

killed their limit
and went home early.

- Do you have a passenger list?

- Uh, yeah.

[woman's voice on phone]

I'll need it back.

- Thank you.

- Hey, no problem.
- Are you listening to me, honey?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Uh, foot powder,
I'll need some foot powder.

- Foot powder?
- Yeah.

- Pet, was it?

- You think you can tell me
what killed it?

- Toss it in the freezer.
It'll be a few days.

[bagpipes playing]

- Twenty-two years ago,

I came to the Northwest Territories
as a corporal.

Even then, the name Bob Fraser
was spoken with awe

among the ranks
of the new recruits.

It was said
that he could track a ghost

across sheer ice,
and that a young officer

would have to move fast
and drive hard

just to catch his shadow.

Many have followed
the spirit and traditions

of the Royal Canadian
Mounted Police.

Afew have embodied it.

The name of Sergeant Robert Fraser
will always be among them.

- To yourfather.

May he not give the angels
a moment's peace.

- Your dad and I spent
too many nights in places like this.

- What did they say?

- I gave 'em your list of names.
They'll assign an officer

to check them out.

- With respect, Sir,
the Chicago PD

is not gonna make this
a high-priority case.

No, thank you.

- Didn't fall too far
from the tree, eh?

- I understand
that there's an opening

at the Chicago Consulate.

- And you're gonna what?

Go charging across the border,
frisking sportsmen

at random?

Ben, man to man,
if this really was a murder,

I'd like to find whoever did it
and show him the view

from the end of a rope.
But I can't do that

and neither can you.

There were 100 hunters
out in the woods that day.

Most of them
from God-knows-where.

You found six.
They will check them out.

Let them do their job.
- I realize I wouldn't be allowed

to work the case, Sir,
but if I'm in the same city,

I can at least
check on their progress.

- Tell me, Constable, how many years
you been on the force now?

- Thirteen.

- And what was the biggest city
you ever worked in?

- Moosejaw.
- Yeah.

And you were transferred out
afterfive weeks

because you couldn't adapt

to such an urban lifestyle.

You're like yourfather.

Up there in No-man's-land,
there isn't a better cop in the world.

But in Chicago,
they'd eat you alive within minutes.

Sorry.

- I understand.

But you also understand
that nothing is gonna stop me

from finding my father's killer
and bringing him to justice.

- Give him the transfer.
- Huh!

Come on, Charlie. You think
they're gonna let him do anything?

He'll have no jurisdiction.

- Chicago PD is gonna treat this
like any other request.

The only way they're gonna
catch this guy

is if he's picked up
for a broken taillight

and blurts out
a spontaneous confession.

This was Bob Fraser.

Give him the transfer.

- Help feed the hungry.

Food forthe hungry.

What is it?

- Pemmican.

Now, if you're still hungry
when you finish it, drink water.

It expands in your stomach.

So they won't operate
on your little girl

unless you pay them in advance?

- Hey, man, without seeing the cash,
they won't give you an aspirin.

- You promise to pay me back
within the week?

- As God is my witness.

- Well, I'm afraid
all I can give you is 100.

- You're gonna give a perfect stranger
a $100? You're kidding.

- Son, I never kid
about a child's life.

Oh. You take it, ma'am.

Hi.

Oh. Please.

- Nanuk of the North.

- Constable Fraser,
Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

- No kiddin'.
You got a dog?

- He's in quarantine.
- Shame. You like pigeons?

- I don't have much experience
with them.

- Sarge, you wanna move it along?
- Shut up, Deets.

It's not that they're dirty,

it's just that I'm starting
to question their loyalty.

- I'm looking for an officer

assigned to this case number.

- Oh, yeah.
You're gonna like this fellow.

Drop your stuff overthere.

Through those doors,
down the hall,

third holding cell

on your right.

- His name?
- You can't miss him.

Just look for Armani.

- Can you read that?
Does the label not say "Armani"?

Of course
it's original merchandise.

Afriend of mine
just sorta found a truckload

sitting on the side of the road.
- Isn't this kind of a strange place

to do business?
- Hey, at least in here,

you know who you're dealing with.
- Excuse me.

I'm looking for a Detective...

Armani?

- Come on. You mean me?
Guard?!

Okay, who let the Mountie
into the holding cell?

- I'm sorry. I believe
there's unfortunate confusion

over an unfamiliar
idiomatic trade name.

- What the confusion was,
was down here, we don't bust in

on some guy when he's about
to take down the biggest operator

in the garment district
for buying stolen merchandise!

- Oh, so you were attempting
to sell him a truckload

of illegally obtained men's clothing?
- That's right.

- Isn't that entrapment?

- What do you want from me?

- I was told...

that you were in charge
of this case.

- Ah, yes,
the dead-Mountie thing.

Like I couldn't have guessed.

Look, I got your list of names
in my basket here.

The moment I get a chance,
I'm gonna go to the computer,

pick up the phone and call you
with the information

so you can go get
your Boy Scout points.

Now, is there anything else?

- Yes.

The dead Mountie was my father.

And I would appreciate it
if you would check the names

while there's still a chance
of catching the man who killed him.

Oh, and by the way,
he's not in the garment business.

- What?
- Your man in the cell.

He had a hole in his shoe.
I'm not familiar with your city,

but I would assume
that a big garment buyer

wouldn't be caught dead
with a hole in his shoe.

So, like you,

he is pretending
to be someone he's not.

- So you want to be a deputy
liaison officer, eh?

- It was my understanding
I already had the position, Sir.

- No. You're the acting
deputy liaison officer.

You're on probation.
No, I've read your reports.

Nobody's questioning your abilities
as a police officer,

but this is, um, Big City, USA.

And a consulate office

is an entirely different
kettle of, uh...

- Fish?
- Fish. Uh...

Do you even know
what we do here?

- As chief liaison officer,
you work closely with the local police

and the various arms
of the criminal-justice systems

and the intelligence community
on matters of mutual interest.

- Basically, yes.

However, the FBI and CIAtypes
are very picky who they cozy up to.

You've got to earn
their respect.

You've got to gain theirtrust.

And at the same time, show them
you're nobody's lap dog.

- Lap dog, Sir?

- These are Americans, Fraser.

If they think
they can walk all overyou,

they will.
It's a delicate balance.

You've got to be just as shrewd
and cunning and ruthless

as they are.

And then, being Canadians,
we have to be polite.

- Polite, Sir?

- What's the one thing you hear
Americans say about Canadians,

over and over again?

They're such nice,

polite people.

So we use that against them.

- I'm not exactly clear
as to how we do that, Sir.

- We let them underestimate us.

You'd be surprised the number
of people who underestimate me,

Fraser.
- I don't think so, Sir.

- How many times

I've been at some diplomatic
cocktail party,

when people start
to say something and then stop,

realizing
I'm within hearing distance,

and then say,
"Oh, it's just the Canadian."

It always works.

Though it never quite...

Ioses its sting.

It's, uh...

So, it's a big job
with a lot of ground

to cover.
Do you think you're up to it?

- I'll do my best, Sir.
Uh, ahem, as to my duties?

- Oh, Leanne'll give you
a full briefing.

She takes care
of all that, uh...

stuff.
Have you met Constable Brighton?

My right arm. She's the best
assistant a man could have.

- Yes, Sir.
- You'll, uh...

give, um...?

- Fraser.
...Fraser here a full briefing

on all the, uh, you know, the...

- Yes, Sir.

- And I'll just, uh...

take the, uh...

Uh, can...

Well, uh, I'll just...

have lunch, because...

- This is your office.

- It's very nice.

- This is your desk...

This is the phone...

This is your Rolodex,

this is yourtape-dispenser,

and this... is your stapler.

- Thank you.
- Oh, there's more.

This is your pencil sharpener,

this is
your appointment calendar,

this is
your combination pencil cup,

these are your pencils,

and this... is your plant.

- You know, I can do this.

- You sure you don't want
help with your computer?

- I don't want to...

- Well, then,
I'll be at my desk.

- Well, I... I appreciate
the, uh...

- I want to apologize.
That was uncalled for.

- Well, I was a little curious...

- You see, this was
supposed to be my job.

I put in fouryears
behind that desk out there,

getting coffee, running errands,

organizing every minute detail
of his life. I paid my dues.

I'm a cop, Fraser.
Picking up dry cleaning

just doesn't come naturally.
- Well, I didn't...

- And then the job opens up,

and I'm finally gonna get to
do something otherthan show my legs.

And it's, well, "We're sorry,

but we don't think
you're quite ready forthe job.

We need someone
with kayaking experience."

- I don't recall that...
- They didn't say that, Fraser.

They didn't have to.
They hired you, didn't they?

Can I be frank?

I have nothing
against you personally.

I'm sure you're a very nice person
and you're very good

at wrestling fur-bearing animals,
but I'm gonna do everything

in my powerto have you fired,
because this is my job.

I don't mean to sound
like a bitch.

- Oh, no. No, not at all.

- I'm not usually like this.

- No, I can see that.

Perhaps you can tell me...
I'm a bit unclear as to what my, uh...

your... the job
actually entails.

- Well, that's the one good thing
about this menial job of mine...

I hold the duty roster.
Which means that your job

is pretty much
whatever I tell you it is.

- Where do I start?

- Come along, boys.

Excuse us.

- Hey, what's up?

It's you.

I didn't recognize you
standing there like that.

Okay, I acted like a jerk.

I didn't realize it was yourfather.

I should've checked
into it earlier. I'm sorry.

Anyway, you were right
about the goomba in the cell.

Now, I dig around,

and I find out that
this guy's Internal Affairs,

trying to nail my butt
for illegal entrapment.

Can you believe that?

This guy's trying to entrap me
into entrapping him.

Cops.

In any case, I figured
I owed you one,

so, uh, here it is. Thanks.

Come on, I'm apologizing here.
What else do you want from me?

You're kidding, right?

This is your job?
This is, like, your real job?

Do you believe it?
This is his job.

They actually pay people
to do this in Canada.

Sorry.

Anyway, I, uh... I checked into
that list of names foryou,

and I came up with something
that might be something,

so we should talk.

You putting me on, right?

Okay, you just let me know
when you get off,

and I'll come back.

You got a break coming up soon
or something?

I'm talking to a corpse here.

Oh.

So I called
the American Dental Association

and everyone on your list
comes up as members.

Only of them, this Dr. Lawrence Medley,
isn't current with his dues.

So I call the last number
they have on the guy,

and the nurse says
he can't come to the phone,

seeing that he's been dead 12 years.
This makes me curious.

- Only takes an extra second
to be courteous. Afteryou, ma'am.

Oop. Afteryou, Sir.

- Are we gonna get on, or what?

[sighing]

My bet is there ain't a lot
of high-speed chases in Canada, huh?

- I'd actually never met him.

He called and said he'd heard
about our annual hunting trip.

He asked if he could come along.
Harry Prentiss, periodontist.

He usually comes with, but this year
he had that accident, so, uh...

Let me take a look here.

Ah, there he is!

Yeah, Larry Medley.
He's the one in the corner.

And I believe

that's the only one
I got of him. Yep.

For some reason, he was never around
when we were taking pictures.

Not much of a hunter.
No, he didn't shoot a thing.

I came home with that big fella
right there.

- So how do you know him?
- I don't. I never said I did.

ljust have this feeling
that I've seen him before.

- You recognized his face?
- Not so much his face as his nose.

- His nose?
- Yeah, it's like I have this ability.

Everyone's nose is distinctive.

No two people
have exactly the same nose.

ljust have this thing
where I neverforget a nose.

Call it a gift.

You know how to type?
- A hundred words a minute. Why?

- June '86, I'm walking a beat.

I get a call on this domestic-violence
case. Very, very messy.

The guy has his wife's arm
in a car door

and he's slamming it
and slamming it.

Now, when I see the guy in the photo,
I flash on this guy's nose.

That's the puppy. Frankie Drake.
What do you think?

- It's exactly the same nose.
- What did I tell you.

Now, it stuck in my mind,

because Homicide had been trying
to nail him for a mob hit.

- He's a hired killer?
- Well, I don't think

he hunts for relaxation, Fraser.

Now, someone wanted
your dad out of the way

enough to import a professional.
You have any idea why?

- No.

Do you have an address?

- Yeah, but it's not worth
the cab fare to check.

He'd been long gone by now.

- Would you have an idea?

- One lead, okay?

I'm gonna follow up one lead
and that's it.

Because I don't have time
to make a career of this case.

And getting my name
in some Yukon gazette

ain't gonna do bupkiss for my career.
You understand?

- I understand.

- Good. Now mush, yee-hah,
or whateveryou Canadians say.

- Where are we going?
- There's this place I know

where a lot of heavyweights
hang out. The kind of people

who can reach out and touch
somebody like Frank.

Now, I've been working it for months.
You know, hanging out, fitting in.

They think I'm complete scum.

And down here,
your reputation is everything.

Where the hell
did I leave my car?

- Thirty-two degrees south.

- Right.

Uh, what's yourfirst name,
anyway?

I mean,
I can't keep calling you Fraser.

- Benton.
- What's yourfirst name?

- Benton.
- Do you have a first name?

- Can we make a stop on the way?
- Sure.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?
What are you doing? He's on me!

- Diefenbaker!
- He's on me!

- Dief...
- He's getting intimate with me!

Did you see him?
- I'm sorry.

- He was getting intimate with me!
- He's usually much better behaved.

He's just excited to be
out of that quarantine cage.

- You wanna tell him
to get off of me?

- Diefenbaker...
- Oh, yeah, he's very well-trained.

- Well, he is, actually.
He's just deaf.

- Deaf!
- And he's facing the wrong way,

so you just tell him yourself.
- I'm not real good with dogs.

- Actually, he's more of a wolf.
- Wolf!

- Just try to enunciate.
- Get - off - me.

- Sorry.

- There is a deaf wolf
in my backseat.

- Yes. Two years ago, he jumped off
an ice floe into Prince Rupert Sound

and pulled me out.
And his eardrums burst from the cold.

- Really? I didn't know
wolves saved lives.

- Well, he doesn't always.

I mean, he'll save you
if he sees you.

- Oh, great.

Now, you won't find this
on most of yourtourist maps.

And I wouldn't go walking
around here by yourself.

- Really?

- Trust me on this, will you.

That's the joint.

Now just tell him to stay here
and not to eat anything

with an emblem on it, all right?

- Stay - here.

- He reads lips?

- I've never been sure.
If so, he's self-taught.

[beep!]

Hmm.

'Evening.
- Check it out.

Excuse me.
My friend here tells me

that this isn't
a very good neighbourhood.

So I wonder if you mind
watching the carfor us.

- Absolutely.
- Thank you.

[cackling]

ljust asked them
to watch the car.

- I think
they were already watching it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Red.

We can't just go marching in there.
I have a history with these people.

They think
that I'm one of them.

Do you understand?

- Ah, so you want me
to blend into the crowd.

Ah.

- You have a hat line

embedded in yourforehead.

- Well, perhaps if we identified
ourselves and questioned them directly,

they'd cooperate.
- And what would make them do that?

- Their basic respect
forthe law.

- I think
we're gonna do this my way.

Now, why don't you just...

stand here and pretend that
you're a fire hydrant or something.

- And if you get into trouble?

- I'll do a moose call.

- Did I not tell you
to stay in the car?

Let's go.

Let's - go.

- Hey, Chuck, how's it going?
You still single?

Ha-ha-ha! Life's a bitch, huh?

Listen, do me a favour.
I'm looking for a friend of mine.

- You're in the wrong neighbourhood
there, kiddo.

You've got no friends here.

- Ah, come on, Chuck.
I got nothing but friends.

Everybody likes me.
I do business with everybody.

And, uh, I'd like to do
a little business with Frankie Drake.

You seen him around?
- You know, Vecchio,

it's the strangest thing...

every time I introduce you
to someone, the cops appear.

- I got some unreliable people
working for me, Chuck.

It happens. What can I say?
- I dunno. Use your imagination.

- Hey.

What the hell is going on?

- You've been made, man.

- Ah, come on.

Just because I carry a gun,
does that make me a cop?

Okay. Okay. Now, maybe I offended
some of you guys, but, uh...

I know, I know,
let me make it up to you.

I'll give $500 to anybody
who knows what a moose sounds like.

- Excuse me,

may I have your attention,
please?

[music stops]

Thank you.
Anyone carrying illegal weapons,

if you would place them on the bar,
you are under arrest.

You realize I'm going to have
to confiscate that.

- Hey, Dudley Do-Right,
you got no jurisdiction here.

- Now, that is true, Son.

However, this gentleman does.

Ray,

would you be so good
as to show them your ID.

And now, if you will all

just step back, Detective Vecchio
and I will collect your weapons.

- Would it be asking too much
to show us your gun?

- No, not at all.

I carry a standard.38-calibre
Smith & Wesson service revolver.

But without a local license,
I am not permitted to use it.

And that is why...

it's empty.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

You're a good citizen.
- Okay, weapons on the bar.

You heard the man. You!

You! Do it! On the bar!
Don't even think about it, Scarface.

- Thank you.
I'll be back forthose.

- Yo,

Batman!

Who carries an unloaded gun?
Would I carry an unloaded gun?

Would somebody I know
carry an unloaded gun?

What do they shoot people with
in Canada, serviettes?

Does the word "bullets"
mean anything to you?

- I think
we're on the right track.

- Francis Drake.

Yeah, like the explorer.
I've never heard that one before.

Guess who.

Well, I thought you said there
weren't gonna be any complications.

Yeah. Yeah, a big one.
And it's wearing a hat.

No, no. No, no.
I'll take care of him myself,

but, uh, I'm afraid
there'll be an additional charge.

Oh, yes, Sir.

My pleasure.

- One solid-oak bar,

16 tables, 12 chairs,

one etched mirror, six by nine,

one antique pool table,

two doors, 32 bottles of liquor,

and a Pabst Blue Ribbon
neon clock.

Does this seem like a fairly accurate
list of the damages, Detective Vecchio?

- I don't believe

the pool table
was an antique, Sir.

- Oh, well...
we'll never know, will we?

Because all that's left
is this bag of felt.

I sought refuge

behind the item in question

when the suspect pointed a shotgun
in my direction and fired repeatedly,

Sir.
- The suspect.

I'm glad we got around to that,
because I would hate to think

that we're responsible
for all this damage

without a very good reason.

You say you identified him
by his nose.

- Yes, Sir.

- You didn't say something
about his nose,

causing him to fire repeatedly
into the bar?

- No, Sir.

- You just felt that his nose
was so offensive,

that you decided to pursue

and arrest him.
- Captain, the suspect is a known felon

and, you see, I had this hunch...
- You had a hunch?

Ha-ha! A hunch.
And you coupled your hunch

with your positive identification
of his nose.

And this was the basis
foryour investigation.

An investigation which...

resulted in injury...
seven people:

three with gunshot wounds,
two with broken limbs,

one hospitalized
with a concussion,

and one... who claims
to have been bitten by a wolf.

- The wolf was just trying
to help, Sir.

- They usually are.

- If I could say something, Sir?

- Well, of course you can,
young man.

I don't see how a Mountie
fits into this case, but...

I like to keep an open mind.

- It was at my urging that
Detective Vecchio went to the bar.

- Ah, so...

it wasn't just a hunch
about a nose.

You went there
at the urging of a Mountie.

Detective...

how many open, unsolved crimes
are on your desk right now?

- Forty-one.

- And how about you, Constable Fraser?
How many open, unsolved cases

are you working on right now?

- One, Sir.
- One.

Then, as intrigued as I am
by this case,

let me suggest
that you go back to your desk

and you pick up any one
of those open 41 files,

and you put your nose into it

and you keep it there
until you have an epiphany.

- Yes, Sir.
- Yes.

- I'll write up a report.

I'm sure he'll see
this was all my responsibility.

- Yeah, thanks.

You need this number

for a Dr. Somebody?
- He called.

- So it says.
- May I?

[ring!]

- Coroner's Office.
- It's Constable Fraser.

- Oh, yeah. I was just about
to put this thing in the mail to you.

I, uh, I did that autopsy
on that caribou you dropped off.

It drowned.

- I'm sorry?
- Drowned.

Lungs were full of water.
That do anything foryou?

- It drank too much.

- Yeah, it's another way
of looking at it.

I'll mail you the report.
- Thank you.

How much do I owe you?

- Explanation.

- A hundred yards
from where my father died,

I found the carcasses
of several-dozen caribou.

Coroner says they drowned.

- And I thought
they were such great swimmers.

- They didn't have to be.

They drowned on dry land.

It's forthe call.

I appreciate
you putting yourself out for me.

Tarzan wasn't a ladies'man

He'd just come along
and scoop 'em up

Under his arm

Like that

Quick as a cat in the jungle

But Clark Kent
now there was a real gent

He would not be caught

Sitting around
in no junglescape

Dumb as an ape doing nothing

Superman never made any money

For saving the world
from Solomon Grundy

And sometimes I despair

The world will never see

Another man like him
Taxi!

- You know,

we even heard about yourfather
down here.

He was quite the man.

- Yes, he was a great man.

Walk herto her door.

- This is Canadian.

- So is she.

But he stayed in the city

And kept on changing clothes
in dirty old phonebooths

Till his work was through

Then nothing to do
but go on home

- 10 January, 1969.

I tracked McClay
up the Chilkoot Pass.

I found him at the top,

half a mile
from from the border.

His ankle was broken,
his ammunition spent.

He just sat,
staring at the horizon.

I took his rifle
without a struggle.

All he said was,
"Don't tell my son."

And then he jumped.

The man
was falling to his death,

and all he cared about
was how his son would remember him.

I buried him there
this morning.

I'll tell Gerard
he got away from me.

The last time I saw Ben,
he was barely tall enough

to reach my belt.

When I said goodbye,
he shook my hand.

Never a tear or a complaint.

Seven years old, and he's already
a stronger man than I'll ever be.

Someday, I'll tell him.

[song]: Sometimes I despair
the world will never see another man

Like him...

- You know, I started thinking

when you left.
- You solved all 41 cases?

- Yeah, well, I got restless,
I made a few calls...

The truth? I checked
every snitch I ever knew.

No one's talking,
no one knows Drake,

no one wants to know me.

What's this?

- It's my father's journal
I was just reading.

- Looking for something
you missed?

- Yeah.

- 1969?

You're going back a ways.

You find anything?

- I dunno.

- Look...

I know how you must feel.

I mean, if it was my old man...

Well, if it was my old man,
I'd be the last person he'd want

on the case.
He pretty much thought

that I screwed up
everything I evertouched.

You know, he's been dead
forfive years now

and I still feel like I'm trying
to prove myself to him.

Yourfather
want you to be a cop?

- I dunno.

All these years, I can't remember
him ever asking me

to do anything for him.
Not one thing.

This is the only time
he's ever needed my help.

- You got any otherfamily?

- No.

- Well, I'm gonna show you
why you're a lucky man.

Come on.
- Maria,

you are not
getting an annulment.

- Ma, how can you say that?
The man is an animal.

- You're among friends,
use yourfingers.

- Ma, he's a beast.

- A man who buys his wife
a leopard-print housecoat

is no beast.

- For an anniversary present?

Five years, we've been together.
All he come up with

is a used housecoat.
- It was not used.

The guy just happened
to sell lingerie out of the trunk.

- Make any sense
out of the dead caribou?

- Uh, no.

- Francesca, you stay out of this.
- Ma!

- Is it always like this?

- It's okay. They only attack
the ones they love.

- Don't you call her Ma.
And get your own polenta.

You ate it all.

- She's still my mother-in-law.
I'll call her what I like.

- All right, stop the arguing.
I'll get...

- No, Ma.
Don't touch the polenta.

He can get his own.

- He's my husband.
I will tell her

not to get the polenta.
- Maybe you should tell her

not to get the polenta.
- Uh, perhaps I can get the polenta.

- Could you bring the pan,
please?

- He's very nice. So polite.
- He's Canadian, Ma.

- Oh, I thought he was sick
or something.

- Is he married?

What?
- Ray. Polenta?

- Uh, sort of like
a yellow pemmican.

- Right.

- At least my husband
neveryelled at the dinnertable.

- Maybe because he wasn't around
long enough to have a full meal!

- He broke her arm!

- Huh!
- He did?

- I found the polenta.

- We gotta go
- I'll get my hat.

- Broke whose arm?

- Drake.
He broke his wife's arm.

- Ah, well, of course he did.
He's a man, isn't he?

- All men are evil
just because you can't keep one?

- Now, we find the ex-wife,
we find Drake.

This a woman who'd love
to see him behind bars.

[arguing]

- Thanks for dinner, ma'am.
- You hardly ate a thing.

Wait, I'll wrap it up...
- It was very nice to meet you.

Um, maybe next time
you can bring your girlfriend.

- Oh, I'm afraid I don't...

- Oh, really?
- Rolando!

- Ma...

Grazie.

- Looks dark.

- Driver's license
says she still lives here.

Now, watch what you say to her.
You don't want to spook her.

And take your lead from me. You
gotta know how to play these people.

What are you doing?

Put that down.
You don't know where that's been.

Ah, no! That is disgusting!

Put that down. Don't do that.

God!

That is disgusting.

- I'm sorry.
- Can't I take you anywhere?

Mrs. Drake?

Police. May we come in? Thank you.
- Do you have a warrant?

Hey, my kid is sleeping.

- We're looking foryour husband,
Mrs. Drake.

- Well, we're divorced.
He doesn't live here.

Now get out of my house.
- But you know where he is.

- Yeah,
we exchange love letters.

I don't see him, I don't speak to him.
Now get out of my house.

- Come on, you don't want us taking
you in, waking up the kid, right?

Now, has he seen his father?

- Get out.
Get out of my house!

- We're sorry to disturb you.
We won't keep you

any longer. Let's go.
- What?

- Ray.

- Great. You know,

maybe we should've had tea
on the chesterfield instead.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Drake,

when your husband was here
this afternoon,

did he threaten?

- I haven't seen him, okay?

- We can protect you.

- He's in Chinatown.

Don't think
you can just arrest him.

You kill the son of a bitch.

- Okay.
Okay, it was the mud, right?

You knew it came off his shoe
because when you sniffed it,

it smelled like mud. I mean,
what else does mud smell like?

- Perhaps something that was
on the floor of the bar.

- Wood? No, no, beer.
And maybe, uh, peanut shells.

And when you tasted it...

which, by the way, I can't believe
you put that in your mouth...

you tasted the salt

from the peanut shells
and knew that he'd been here! Right?

- Wrong.

I guessed,

I had a hunch.

- No, no, no, no. You don't
have hunches, I have hunches.

- I had one of your hunches, Ray.
Felt good.

- And what was with the mud?
You put mud in your mouth.

- Ray, she was looking
out the window.

I simply made her believe
that I'd found something.

- You made her believe
that you were a mud-eater!

I can't believe I'm sitting
in the same car with you.

- Where is this address?
- Why? What are gonna do,

tell him to surrender
oryou're gonna eat something

off the curb?

- Very convincing.

Now, let's put you...

and your momma to bed, huh?

- 1-2-700 Franklin,
want officer on the scene

and tell him not to shoot
the guy in the hat.

- Backup's on the way.

- So where you from?

- Is this a good time
to be discussing this?

- Come on, we're two friends
out for a walk. Where you from?

- Well, I grew up
with my grandparents in Inuvik.

- Really? Is that downtown Inuvik,
or more the outskirts?

- More the outskirts.
Then, when I was eight,

we moved to Aleut
and afterthat, Tuktoyaktuk.

- Ah, let me guess. Your grandparents
were what, nomadic glacierfarmers?

- Librarians. Do we have a warrant?
- Practically.

Here's a man who doesn't know
how to spend his money.

- You know, Ray...

- Fraser!

I, uh...

I think this was a big mistake.

- Yeah.

- I screwed up. I'm sorry.

- Don't.

- Yeah.

- Ben...

you were supposed to work
through the police.

You'd no right to be
in that apartment,

working this case.

You'll have to come back with me.
There'll be a fitness-board hearing.

I did what I could.
- I know.

- I'll get the car.

- I'm sorry.

- Diefenbaker.

- Oh, uh, I'll get him
through quarantine.

I'll have him back up north
before you are.

- Thank you.

- You know what
I was just thinking about?

The first time
I met yourfather.

We were standing out for inspection,
he had one boot on.

Sergeant looks down

at his feet and says...

- You okay?

- C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Move!

- I am making
a citizen's arrest!

- I'll take over.

- I got him!
- No,

I got him.

He reached for his knife.

- There was no knife.

- The man killed yourfather.

He was reaching for his knife.

We both saw it.
[screeching brakes]

RCMP.

[sighing]

- This used to be a feeding ground
forthousands of caribou.

They lived off the land
and so did we.

Till the water came.

They said
it wouldn't change anything...

but...

now some nights...

the rivers run backward.

Land becomes an ocean...

and the caribou die.

And in the morning,

the ocean is gone.

All back here, neat and tidy.

- Why haven't you told someone?

- Told yourfather.

He didn't do anything.

Neither will you.

[barking]

- He knew what they were doing
at the dam.

- Most people around here did.

But they earn
their livings off it.

People want homes, jobs.

You know much money this dam

brought into this community?

How many people would be hurt
if they shut it down?

Progress has its price.

- And what was yours?

They paid you
to keep quiet about it.

He was gonna turn you in.

That's what I'm gonna do.

- I wasn't the only one
they paid.

Gave his whole life
to the people up here.

And all he ended up with
was that shack of his.

He wanted to buy a little piece
of land up there someplace.

You blame him?

Can you see your dad stuck
in some government retirement home?

Not likely.

It wasn't easy to convince him
to take the money,

but he finally did.

- This is just a piece of paper.

- Didn't start off
as such a big thing.

They built the damn thing wrong.

It can't hold that much water.

So you twist a valve here,
press a button there,

you let out a little.

Only it turned out

to be more than a little.

And they had to keep doing it.

I think when he saw
what they were doing to the land,

he just couldn't live with it.

He wanted out.

They wanted me to do it.

I couldn't.

I made a call.

- He was yourfriend,

you son of a bitch.

- Yes, he was.

Yourfather was a great man.

A hell of a lot better man
than me.

And now he's only got
one thing left.

His reputation.

Arrest me and you take away
the only thing he lived for.

It's your call.

Check the bank.

It's all there.

I'm sorry.

- The enormous prosperity
which Phase I of our operation

has brought to this region
will be more than doubled by Phase II.

Afacility which will not only boom
the economy of this unique community,

but which will, when completed,
provide vital hydroelectric power

forthe people and industries
of most of the eastern seaboard.

Ladies and gentlemen,
with great pride,

I give you Phase II.
[applause]

Well?
- He won't cause any trouble.

- Good. Because I'd hate to see
a perfectly good career go to waste.

- Yours or mine?

- This time, do it right.

[barking]

- You everthink about
getting a phone?

We use 'em quite a bit
in the States now.

Maybe you've seen
the commercials for 'em?

- Ray?
- Go ahead, shoot.

It'd be a hell of a lot easier
than getting out of this snowsuit.

- Are you supposed to be
out of the hospital?

- Figured who did it.

I was lying there,
and ljust kept

going over it and over it
in my head.

If Drake didn't have a phone
in his apartment, how'd he do business?

So I check out the payphone
at the bar we busted up,

one call to Canada,
number in this area code.

You know who he called?

- Gerard.
- Exactly.

You knew?

- Yes.
- You couldn't've called

and told me this?
- I'm sorry.

- Drop me a postcard
saying, "Hi, I solved the case"?

- My mistake.
- "Don't bother crawling out

of your deathbed, and flying up
to the armpit of the frozen north,

I figured out who did it"?

- Can I help you
get out of that?

- Just point me to the john.

- Well, uh...

- So we got some fishing rods,

a rifle
last used by Chuck Conners,

and a bag of rice.

So what's your plan?
- We wait forthem to come.

- Yeah, and...?
- Then we arrest them.

- You see, that's such a simple plan
that the American mind

automatically tends
to discount it.

So let me run it back to you.
We wait here;

Gerard and God knows who else
comes, sometime when, we're not sure.

And then, when we least expect it,
they shoot us dead

with automatic weapons.
Any part I left out?

- Yes. I need Gerard alive
to testify, so we can't kill him.

- Oh, I don't think
we're in any danger of doing that.

- When I graduated
from the academy,

my father gave me
one piece of advice.

He said, "Always..."

No. He said, "Never..."

Well, actually, he gave me
two pieces of advice.

I've forgotten the other one,
but the important one is:

"Never chase a man
over a cliff."

- That's supposed to mean something
in Canadian, isn't it?

- If you're gonna take on a man,
you better know more than he does.

Our strength is, I know this area
betterthan anyone.

Their weakness is,
they think they have an advantage.

- Let me see that bag.

Being American,
I also know where my strength lies.

And that's in being as heavily armed
as possible at all times.

It's all completely legal,
I swearto you.

- Time to feed the troops.

Let's go.

I don't have time to argue.

Okay, girls.

[barking]

Diefenbaker?

What are you doing, huh?

Come on.

[screaming]

- Grenade!

- You okay?
- They're here.

- Yeah, they knocked.

- This way.

We're taking the sled.
- With dogs?

[gunshot]
Go, go, go!

Mush!

Mush! Yee-hah!

Mush! Go!

- Okay, guys.

- Hah! Hah!
- Left!

- Hah!

- Use that!

- How?

[Ray screaming]

Whoooa...!

- Hang on!

Look, when we get past
this bend, jump off!

- Like hell!
- They'll follow me!

- Yeah, because I'll be dead
from falling off the sled!

- Just get this guy off my tail.
I can take the other one.

- All right.

Ah, jeez.

Jeez. I gotta have some more.

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

- Ugh!

- Cool.

- Hah! Hah!

Obviously, yourfather
never gave you that piece of advice.

[whimpering]

[gun cocking]

It's over, Gerard.

You can't coverthis one up.

You shoot me and they'll hunt you
to the ends of the earth.

[gunshot]

- Sorry.

Thought he was a caribou.

So many hunting accidents
around here.

- You hold on, Diefenbaker.
We'll get you fixed up.

Open your eyes, look at me
when I'm talking to you.

I said, Hold - on.
[whimpering]

You never listen.

- Help me put him on the sled.

- No.

We'll come back for him later.

Okay, guys.

- You know we just took out
seven guys?

One more, and you qualify
for American citizenship.

- In a stunning setback forthe defence
Gerard pleaded guilty today

and agreed to testify
against his co-defendant.

Now, while attempting to distance
itself from the murdertrial,

the new government was quick
to deny any wrongdoing

at its East Bay Power Plant,
maintaining that 10,000 caribou

drowned in the forest as a result
of freak natural occurrences.

Phase II of the project, scheduled
to begin construction this year,

will flood a wilderness area
the size of Germany.

Shelley Perry, Channel 6 News.

- You didn't make
a lot of friends today.

There's no record of yourfather
making any withdrawals.

None of the deposits
were made in person.

People will believe
what they want to believe.

I know what I do.

- I appreciate that, Sir.

- I talked to the super
at your last job.

He suggested transferring you
further north.

- Well, that would put me
in Russia, Sir.

- Seems like the only people
that do want you are in Chicago.

If I were you,

I'd make do
until things calm down.

- How long will that be?

- You turned in
one of your own.

It's not right, but...

- Thanks fortrying, Sir.

- Everyone says
he was the last of a breed.

It's not true.

You are.

[whimpering]
- I'm not carrying you.

I'm not.

All right.

Ugh.

Just don't get comfortable.

- Listen, ljust wanna know
if you really smell

what's in mud. 'Cause
I've been following this guy...

Are you listening to me?

I can't believe it.

I get my ass blown off foryou,
and you won't even nod?

Okay.

How about winking?

Winking is against the law?

- Uh, when he gets off work,
could you give him this?

It's the hundred he lent me.

DVD captioning by CNST, Montreal

High winds in northern sky
Will carry you away

You know you have to leave here

You wish that you could stay

There's four directions on this map

But you're only going one way

Due South

That's the way I'm going

Due South

Saddle up my travelling shoes

I'm bound to walk away these blues

Due...

South

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