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[music]

- Go.

[barking]

- What is wrong with you?

Why can't you leave this alone?

- It's not in my nature.

- Okay, get yourfeet
off the bottom.

- I don't think you want me
to do that.

- Pick yourfeet up!
- As you wish.

Ready?
- What?

No. No, no...

Aaahhh!!!

[coughing]

[gasping]

[coughing]

- Maybe next time,
you'll think twice.

- Let me just go over
the details

and see if they're in order.

You were in pursuit of this
individual for over 61/2 days,

Over...

roughly, oh, 1,700 kilometres
of deep wilderness,

in pursuit of an individual
you suspected was guilty of...

- Littering, Sir.

- Ah...

I was hoping I'd read that
incorrectly.

Because, you see, in the course
of the pursuit of this litter bug,

you effectively destroyed three
river boats, two light aircraft,

four ATV and one punt.

- The punt was purely
accidental, Sir.

- They so often are,
aren't they?

Tell me, Constable,

was there something
in the nature

of this man's litter
that would justify

the destruction of over $733,000
worth of private property?

- Yes, Sir. Volume.

And content.

- What kind of volume and content
are we talking about?

- Well, at first
it seemed to be domestic.

A village dumping ground.

But there was
a telltale odour, Sir,

one that I'm sure you would
recognize... like chicken parts.

- Farts?
- Parts.

Closer inspection
revealed it to be

the banned chemical
known as DES, or...

...they were bringing the drums
in on cruise ships

through the deep port
at Skagway,

then hauling them over
the White Pass with the intent...

...local inhabitants,
in an expression

of their deep appreciation,
have recommended that you, Sir,

be bestowed with the title
of honorary tribal elder.

[knocking]

- Constable Fraser,
there's a call foryou...

from Chicago.

- Hello, Ray?

- Hey, Benny,
how's the vacation going?

- It's everything a Mountie
could ask for, Ray, lots of fresh air,

plenty of exercise...
How are things in Chicago?

- You know, Benny,
Chicago's Chicago.

I'm calling to tell you I may not be
at the train to pick you up.

- No hardship, Ray.
I have legs. I can walk.

- I know you have legs, Benny.
I'm just letting you know that...

you may be on your own awhile.

- Is something wrong?
- No. Why would anything be wrong?

I'm just calling to let you know
I'd like to be there to pick you up,

but if I can't be there, it's not
because I didn't want to be,

it's because something came up.

- You're sure
everything's all right?

- Look, Benny, I don't know
if they have a similarthing

up there in Canada,
but down here in America,

we have this thing
called friendship.

This is something
that a friend would do.

For example, if one
friend calls anotherfriend

and he's supposed to meet him
at a certain time and place

and he can't be there,
he usually calls to tell him.

- So everything
is all right then?

[sighing]

- Yeah, Benny.

Everything is all right.

- Well, that's good
to hear, Ray.

- It's good to hearyour voice.

Listen, um, I want you
to have a safe trip,

and I will be in touch.

- All right, Ray.

- You understand that, uh...

I will be in touch.

- As a friend?
- Yeah, Benny,

as a friend.

[dial tone]

[music]

[whining]

- Oh, for God's sake.

I think I've provided
ample explanation.

Ray was otherwise engaged

and taxi policy precludes
the transportation of wolves.

Come on.

Aside from which,
we're almost home.

At the end of the alley,

we turn right,

cross the street,
climb the stairs

and we'll be as snug as bugs...

...in a fire.

- Not an easy thing
to lose a home.

- No.

- Your mother and I had a cabin
north of Clyde River...

burned right to the ground.

A kerosene error.
My fault.

Your mother and I slept in an igloo
forfour months while I rebuilt it.

The longest time
we spent together.

- I didn't know that.
- Well, you weren't born yet, son.

In fact, all that time
spent in that igloo

sort of...
started the ball rolling,

conceptionally speaking.

But, uh, I wouldn't
let this get to you.

Something good
might come from it.

It did for me.

- You know, Dad...

All the years you were alive,
and...

now since you've been dead,
you never...

you nevertalked like this.

You nevertold me.

- I didn't tell you
about Dirt McGirk?

Ooh, yeah, I chased
that rat foryears.

He walked right up to the igloo.

Didn't think
there was a Mountie inside.

Easiest arrest I ever made.

Buck up.

[grumbling]

Dief, shhh.

We'll surprise him.

Ray!

- What's the matter, pops?
Something died in yourthroat?

- Not yet.

- Detective Huey, have you seen
Detective Vecchio?

- You mean Ray?

- Yes, Ray Vecchio.
The detective.

- Uh, no. Lunchroom maybe.

- Ah, thank you kindly.

Oh, before I forget.

I brought you a little something
from the Territories.

Genuine beluga whalebone.

- Hmm, what is it?

- It's a sextant.
- What's a sextant?

- It's a very handy
little device.

Let's say, for instance,
you're tracking a suspect,

you can use this
to triangulate your location.

- Sure, if you find yourself
in a vast, open territory

with no distinguishing
landmarks.

- Yeah, I can see how this

can come in real handy
in Chicago, Fraser.

- I'm glad you like it.

Elaine.

- Fraser, how was your vacation?
- Oh, very relaxing.

You haven't seen
Detective Vecchio, have you?

- Uh, Ray Vecchio?

- Yes, the detective.

- Uh, no. No, I haven't.
He's probably at his desk.

Ah. Well,

allow me to give you this, uh,
small gift

from the Northwest Territories.
- Oh...

Gee, uh...
I don't know what to say.

- No need to say anything.

Just enjoy it.

Ah, Lieutenant.
- Ah, Constable, you returned.

Upon reflection,
I imagine that pleases me.

- Well, I hope so, Sir.

You haven't by any chance seen
Detective Vecchio, have you?

- Um... first,
we're gonna talk.

- Lieutenant, we got a dustup
in Interview Three.

There's a guy from the IRS,
says he wants to talk to you.

- IRS? All right,
listen, Fraser.

Couple things I gotta do,
but we have to talk.

- Ah.

Ray!

- Fraser!

Buddy!

You have a good time up there
in the Northwest areas?

- Uh, Territories, you mean?
- Wilderness, huh? Exactly.

Me personally, I leave the city,
I come down with this skin condition.

Janey, given any thought
to Friday night?

Be a great first date.

Crystal ballroom,
the band, martinis, me.

- My dog has a foot fungus
that needs some attention.

- Right. Is there a karmic-chi
love thing happening, or what?

- I'm sorry, there seems to be
some sort of misunderstanding.

I'm looking for Ray Vecchio.

Raymond Vecchio, the detective.
- You talked to Welsh, right?

- Uh, yes, I did.
- Good, we're on the right track.

Glad you're back. Things have
not been the same around here.

- Obviously.
- And you want to know why?

- As a matter of fact, yes.
- Look back through history,

what do you see?
- Any particular period of history?

- Nah, the whole shebang!
- Oh, Fraser, you found him. Good.

- What do you see?
Over and over is this: duets. Okay?

- Hey, Ray, what's up?
Jimmy, you owe me a fin from last week.

Think about it: Lennon and
McCartney, the Three Stooges.

Strictly speaking, they were
a trio, but in my opinion,

they should've dropped
Larry right from the start,

'cause you could see, the guy,
he just was not committed to it.

Anyway, I think you know
what I'm talking about.

- No, I'm sorry, I haven't the faintest
idea what you're talking about.

- Partners, Fraser, partners.

Elaine! You got that stuff
on the Docklands?

- Who are you?

- Quit kidding around,
Fraser, you know who I am.

- I assure you,
I am not kidding around.

- Here, Ray, files 1 through 7 and
the background on the Johnson case.

- I'm sorry,

I don't mean to be rude,
but I rarely forget a face,

and I'm very confident
that you and I have never met.

My name is Constable Benton Fraser,
Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

I first came to Chicago on
the trail the killers of my father,

and for reasons that don't need
exploring at this juncture,

I have remained, attached as liaison
with the Canadian Consulate,

and overthe course of my time here,
I formed what you would call a duet

with the person that I am currently
looking for, one Raymond Vecchio,

Detective First Grade,
Chicago Police Department.

- Raymond Vecchio,
Detective First Grade,

Chicago Police Department.

Everyone knows who I am,
Fraser, how about you?

[phone ringing]

Ray Vecchio...

Yeah, like something
off a Christmas tree?

Foryou.

[phone]: Listen, what a shame
about your apartment building.

Homeless, huh?

What an ugly word.

You could always move in
with yourfriend Vecchio.

- I'm not at all convinced
that he is my friend, actually.

- Oh, well, great,
then you probably

won't sweat the fact
that his electric blanket's

getting the family home
all nice and toasty.

- I have no idea who you are,

but if you insist on maintaining
this charade of being Ray Vecchio,

it may be of interest foryou to know
that I have reason to believe

your house is about
to burn down.

- Look, we'll take my car.

- Oh, please don't tell me your car
is a 1971 green Buick Riviera.

- Yep!
- Why not.

Let's just play along.

I believe that was stop sign.

- My house could be burning down,
you're worried about a stop sign?

- That's no reason
to compound the tragedy.

- God, stop it!

- What?
- The things he's doing to me.

- Could be a sign of affection.
- Or what?

- Or a prelude to lunch.
- He's doing disgusting things

to my ear. Get him off me!

- Doesn't always listen to me.
He's deaf.

- I'll crash the car.

- He does read lips,
so enunciate clearly.

- Get off me... exclamation mark!

- You missed ourturn.

- I did not miss ourturn.

- I believe you did. You see,
ordinarily, you would turn at Montclare,

cut across the alley,
cross Harlem

and then turn right on Octavia.

- Ordinarily, I would do that,
but ordinarily,

I don't have a deaf wolf trying
to make intimate with me, Fraser.

I'm trying to shake things up
a bit. Routine is a silent killer.

- I thought that was
high blood pressure.

- Nah, they changed that.
- When?

- You were on vacation.
- Oh.

- Oh, my God.

This is Unit 1-1-7,
we got a Code 13

at 2926 North Octavia Avenue.

- Take the back,
I got the front.

- It's a fire.
Wait forthe fire department.

- Lives are at stake.

- I don't risk my neck
for anybody.

- Ray Vecchio would.

- We're gonna die in here.
- No, we're not.

Take this and coveryourface.
- Come with me. This way.

Stand aside.

- Oh, Fraser...
Fraser, forget it.

- Trust me.

- You, I trust, it's the landing
that I'm not so sure of...

Fraser!

Watch where you're putting
your hands, mister.

- You know, I'm carrying
a little extra weight.

- All right, I'll push.

- Whoa!

- Ooh...

- Get off me, you baboon!

- It's hot.
Is this my final posting?

- I wasn't aware
you could feel heat.

- I'm dead, I'm not insensitive.

What will you do about the Yank?
- What do you propose I do?

- Collect forensic evidence to
determine if he's who he claims.

- 'Course he's not who he claims.
- Some people would contradict you.

You might be delusional.
- You know, you might be delusional.

- Oh, that's another story.
- There you are.

- You there, in the building,
is there anyone else inside?

- Yes!
- Alive?

- They are.

I'm bringing them out now.

- I don't believe this!
- I know, it is remarkable.

Although, carassius auratus
can withstand fluctuations

in temperature far greater
than generally known.

- You went into a burning
building forfish?

- No, not exclusively.

Dief, keep an eye on them.

- That man just went into
a burning building forfish.

- Oh, sure, you take that extra
step forthat bubble-eyed goldfish.

Kramer! Take the back!

- I'm shaking like a leaf.
My heart's going 100 miles an hour.

Fraser, feel my heart, tell me
it's not going 100 miles an hour.

- Franny, your heart's fine.
- Excuse me, Francesca...

Do you know this man?
- Yeah, of course I do.

Doesn't he know?

- Yeah, thinks he's a comedian.
Har-dee-ha-ha-ha.

So, did you hear
or see anything?

- Uh, okay, I had... I had
Linda Ronstadt on the tape deck

and I was in the middle of, um,
of a facial peel... So, no.

And our brother-in-law here was
in the middle of his usual...

- My teeth... I had the water going.
I was working on my molars, right?

Next thing,
I got a mouthful of smoke.

- Okay, but did you
hear or see anything?

- I think we've already answered that.
- ljust said no.

- Hey, what are you doing?

I don't know
where you come from,

but I come from this little place
called America,

where we got this big thing
called electricity.

Word of advice: yourtongue,
electricity... not a good mix.

- Huh.
- Okay?

So, come on,
let's rock 'n' roll.

- Hey, Frase, you know...

- Excuse me, folks.

- I mean,
I know what you know...

You know,
and what everybody else knows,

and all of that is, um... known.

- D-do you know what I'm saying?

- I have no idea
what you're saying.

[honking]

[Ray]: Come on, Fraser!
- Excuse me.

Dief, let's...

[whimpering]

- Before I die of waiting...
- Come on.

- You can burn down
my place of employment,

you can burn down
my bowling alley,

you can burn my dance hall.

Sure. But my place of residence?
I don't think so.

- Hold still.

- What are you doing?
- It's not important.

What is important
is that we try to determine

who had a motive forthese fires.

- You always think the obvious?
- I've neverthought about it.

Although, you know, my uncle
Tiberius, who had a lifelong

fascination with cabbage
and its northern possibilities...

- Forget I asked.

- Don't bring up Tiberius.
- Understood.

- That was good, though,
measuring the Yank.

- Thank you.
- For what?

- For driving the car.

- You're thanking me
for driving the car?

- One Yank is pretty much
like another anyway.

- People are not interchangeable,
like snowmobile parts.

- There you go
with the obvious again.

- You're right about that.
I think we should go back

through our past histories,
realizing, of course,

that's not something
you're equipped to do.

- What do you mean? I can do that.
What about the Bolt brothers?

- The Bolt brothers
were not arsonists.

They were demented terrorists
whose M.O. involved

impromptu thermonuclear devices.
- Right, right, I'm thinking, uh...

- Other demented terrorists

whose M.O. involved
impromptu thermonuclear devices?

- No, wise guy.
- He's confused.

- Geiger.

- Geiger was an escaped convict,
sworn to vengeance

on a legendary Mountie
who bore an uncanny resemblance

to the Canadian actor
and comedian, Leslie Nielsen.

- Who has yet to receive
the Order of Canada.

- Morgan.
- Bank robbery.

- Herb Colling.
- Aging vigilante.

- Bodine.

- Gun smuggler...
Although it is interesting,

his partner wore a very heavy
perfume, the base property

I believe to be a combination
of camphor and rose.

- What's the connection?
- Dief, let's go. The connection?

- Yeah, connection.

- To Bodine, none,
otherthan the perfume.

However, I did detect
the odour of ambergris,

a base common to many perfumes,

on the electrical socket
outside the Vecchio house.

And the same odour was present

in the rubble of my building.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
you're telling me

your apartment building
was burnt down as well?

- Yes, in all of the excitement,
I neglected to mention it.

- Neglected to mention it?
- The point is, the odour was present.

I retrieved this
from the rubble.

- Great. So all we gotta do
is go around Chicago

sticking our noses in people's pits
to find somebody with the same smell.

- Well, that's one approach,
I suppose.

- Elaine, did you give
any thought to Friday?

lt'd be a great first date.

Crystal ballroom,
the band, martinis, moi.

- No.

- Wait a minute, the perfume
is the starter... the trigger...

What the hell is the name

of that stuff that,
uh, gets the fire going?

- The accelerant.

- Accelerant!
Don't say anything.

Two-and-a-half years ago, we nailed
a painter named Zoltan Motherwell.

At face value, it looked like
he was torching his lofts

to cash in
on the insurance money, right?

- Yes, but the trail widened

and it revealed itself
to be a pattern.

- Right, he was burning down
studios, workshops...

The guy was on a psycho mission
against art.

- Yes, and in each case,
the accelerant was...

- Perfume!
- Give me five, detective.

- Uh, Fraser, you got ink
all over my fingers.

- Terribly sorry.
- What is that all about?

- It's just a little thing
we do.

- Little thing we do, huh?
- Yeah, one of our little things.

- We have a lot of fun,
don't we?

- Ho-ho-ho, more fun
than a barrel of monkeys.

- Very smooth, son.
- Thank you.

- Don't thank me yet.

Zoltan Motherwell's
in the Evanston Institution

forthe Criminally Insane.

- A dead end.

- Maybe, maybe not.

I got a hunch.
- You have hunches?

- That's pretty much all I ever have.
You know that, Fraser.

- What about his teeth?
- Oh, I'm working on that.

- Let's go.
You're working on what?

- Now stay.

- Okay, this is how
we're gonna play this mook:

you do the legwork,
I'll hang in the background.

- You'd prefer not to be seen.

- I'll be seen when I need to be seen.
- I see.

- "I see," what does that mean?
- Nothing.

- No, when someone says
"I see," it means something.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- What?

- It only takes an extra second
to be courteous. Ah.

Afteryou.
- Afteryou.

- Thank you kindly.
- You're welcome.

- What do you mean?
- I mean civility is a quality

often overlooked...
- Not that. When you said "I see,"

what did you mean by that?

Well, Ray Vecchio arrested
Zoltan Motherwell.

Now, if you are Ray Vecchio,
he'll recognize you.

If you're not, he won't.

- You're a Doubting Thomas.
You got those files I ordered?

- Yeah, here you go.

- You see? We're like
a one-two punch, a duet.

You set 'em up,
I knock 'em down.

You set 'em up,
I knock 'em down.

[music]

- I have no regrets, Constable.

I now live a life
of simplicity and purpose.

I couldn't live like this before,
when I was a slave.

You understand me?

- I'm afraid I don't.
You were a slave to...?

- Everything. To everything.

Canvas, paint,
dealers, galleries,

fashion, falsehood... a slave.

Until...

Come here.

Closer.

Closer.

- I think this is close enough.

- Until I realized
it could be reduced to ashes.

Wiped clean.

- Ah, I understand.

[Ray]: I don't believe this.
- Who's he?

- He's a detective, apparently.

My problem, Mr. Motherwell,

is that it would appearthat someone
is continuing your efforts

on a far more personal level.

And my apartment building
has been burned down,

leaving all of its tenants
homeless.

- Oh, that's tragic.

But that's the nature
of artistic movements.

I was merely the first great
performance arsonist.

Of course there'll be
followers, imitators,

possibly a school...

- All right, okay,
I've had enough of this.

You see, my friend here,
he's Canadian.

He's polite.

He'll let you ramble on about
this namby-pamby art crap.

But me...

I don't know what art is...

But I know what I like.

And you,

dirtball, I don't like.

- Who are you?

- Hey, shut yourtrap!

You look deep into my eyes.

What do you see?

You see the guy?
Do you see the guy?

The guy that put you in here?

Right? Right?

Right? Right?

Good! Now let's talk
about this copycat torch

that's walking the streets.

He's got your signature,
which means you know the torch.

- How could I possibly have
anything to do with this, Detective?

I'm incarcerated.
- Okay, I got a phone log here.

Three phone calls made by you,

two by pay phone.

One to 555-0188.

That's the district
of the Chicago Police Department.

My district. My department.

My phone.
In fact, I picked up the phone.

Concerning my house!

- Possibly.

- "Possibly..."

Visitors log. One visitor.

Marked "girlfriend,"
with no name.

Cough up a name or it's
all aboard forfun time,

and I'll kick your head
all overthis room!

- I need to see my attorney.

- You'll see your attorney...
right after I break your jaw!

- Is he gonna hit me?
- I think it's probably just a posture.

- I'm gonna break your jaw.
First, let's discuss your girlfriend.

- I've nothing to say.
- Gentlemen!

Five...
- It's ridiculous.

- Four...
- He's gonna hit me.

- I'm sure it's a posture.

I could be wrong.
- Two...

One.
- No! Wait, wait, wait.

What do you want to know?
- How about a name?

- Greta Garbo.

- A real name!

- Greta Garbo's her real name!

She has an obsession
with privacy!

She changed it legally.

- Whereabouts?

- Last time I talked to her,
she lived on Shuter Street, 271.

- Thank you kindly.

- Glad to help.

- That was just a posture, wasn't it?
- Yeah, sure.

What's a posture?

- Here you go.

[whining]

- Ray, I found her supply.

- We might be too late.

I think she's planning
to switch countries.

"How to Become a Canadian
in 10 Easy Steps."

- The Consulate.

- Step 1: get a big hat.

Step 2:

lick electrical sockets. Step 3...
- Constable Turnbull?

- Why, that's correct, Sir,
I am a constable,

and you've reached
the Canadian Consulate.

My name is Turnbull...
- Where are you going?

- The Consulate.
- The old Consulate?

- There's a new Consulate?

...attached to the Consulate...

- Yes. Something Ray Vecchio
would know.

- I knew that.

- Yes, I know who you are, Turnbull.
It's right.

[Turnbull]: If you know
who I am, Mr. Wright,

I fail to see why
you're asking me who I am.

[Fraser]: Please put
inspector Thatcher on the line.

[static]

Turnbull...

Turnbull!

That man is...

We better hurry.

- Hello?

[tires squealing]

Ah, Constable Fraser.
You have impeccable timing.

I would appreciate your opinion.
- Go!

- Do you think Her Majesty
would be happy here?

- Very happy, yes.

Turnbull, have there been
any visitors in the office today?

Any couriers, any deliveries?

- It's been very quiet
today, Sir,

with the exception
of the builders and movers,

and a peculiar conversation
with someone named Wright.

- That was me, Turnbull.

- Ah, deliberately
misidentifying yourself.

- This guy for real?
- Very much so, yes.

- I wouldn't go in there, Sir.

The inspector's in a high-level
meeting with a man from Scandinavia.

- Would you mind telling me
what perfume you're wearing, sir?

- Will he bite?
- Only if provoked.

- Fraser, what are you doing?
- Your perfume, if you wouldn't mind.

- Who are you?
- Ray. Vecchio.

[- Eau de pomme.]
- Of course you are, Detective.

- Dief, off.

I'm so terribly sorry, sir.

There's been
a horrifying mistake.

- That would be one way
of putting it, Fraser.

Let me introduce you to...
Sven, my interior designer.

Sven, this is Constable Fraser,

with whom I would like
to have a word in private.

So if you and Detective Vecchio
wouldn't mind...

- I imagine, Sir, that you'd like
something resembling an explanation.

- That would be a good idea, Fraser,
because at this particular moment,

I can assume only
one of two things.

Eitheryou are mentally unhinged

oryou object on principle
to interior designers.

- No, Sir, I only objected
to his smell.

- Sven's smell?

- Yes, Sir, Sven's smell.

You see, the base property
of his cologne was identical

to the base property
of a perfume that was used

as an accelerant in two fires,
one at my apartment building

and one at the Vecchio house.

And I had reason to believe

that the Consulate
was the arsonist's next target.

- The arsonist?

- Yes, Sir. It would appear
that I am being stalked

by a performance arsonist.

- Okay, that would qualify
as an explanation.

- Oh, sure, people snigger.

"What use is the monarchy?"
they say.

Right then and there, I know
they've never experienced

the Horse Guard on parade.

- Here they come.
- Who?

- The fire department.
- Fire?!

[sirens wailing]

- The torch, she's here.

- May I, uh...
- Yes.

- Thank you.

Uh, do you mind if I...
- Good luck.

- May ljust say, Sir,
and I'm no expert,

but that muted green
with the flecks of gold

I think would be a wonderful
complement to the woodwork, the walls,

and your eyes.

- I don't believe it.

She followed us
every step of the way.

Up the street from my house,
at the mental institution,

and now here.

- Sandwich?

- We are chasing a torch
and you're thinking about food?

- We must keep
our strength up.

Here, bite down.
Oh, wrong sandwich.

- What was that?

- Window putty.

- What else you got?
Any pastrami?

- No, I'm sorry.

She's headed forthe freeway.

- Look, I'm not blind. Okay,
so now we are following you.

You've been watching
your handiwork,

but now we are behind you.

Got any roast beef?
- I'm afraid not.

And I don't want
to be a party pooper,

but if she's been following us
to witness her handiwork,

she can still do that.
- How?

We are following her in a car.
- Exactly.

All she has to do
is look in her rearview mirror

and watch us burst into flames.

- Burst into flames...

- Stay with the van.
Don't lose her.

- What do you mean?
We could go up at any time.

Hey, hey, hey!
What are you doing?

- I'm trying to locate
the igniter.

- How about we stop
and locate the igniter?

- She's a criminal.
Stay the course.

- You know something,
you're a freak.

In spite of that,
I'll tell you something.

This may not be the best time,

but I'd like to say it
before we go up in smoke.

I feel a little pink about it,
'cause I realize

that nobody talked to you.
Number one,

I'm not the guy you think.

Numbertwo,
the guy you think I am...

[horns honking]

...you know, this was not
my ambition to be, you know,

driving in a Molotov cocktail
with a Mountie on the roof

and a deaf wolf staring at me
like I was an appetizer.

It just was not part
of a normal desire.

Not for me, anyway.

I had otherthings in mind.

Fraser! Fra...

They said he was agile.

He's not agile,
he fell off the car.

Hey!

Are you with me?
- You bet!

- Okay, good.

So the upshot is,

I go in, they say,
"Hey, you want a job?"

And, and, uh... I go...

I was weak, I was down.

I say, "Well,
I'll think about it."

I'm thinking about it,

and... hey, my life's not great

at the moment, I think maybe

I could use a change of scene,
change of luck, go undercover.

They say, "Do you want
to work with this guy?"

- She's taking the exit!

Okay.

...simple problem.
That's about it.

I mean, I could say more,
but that... is how I got here.

So what do you think?

- Nothing.

- I spill my guts and "nothing"?
- What are you talking about?

- What I was just saying,
you didn't hear any of it?

- Well, no. With the wind,
the speed... I'm sorry.

Also, I was unable to locate...
What is she doing?

- She's slowing down.

[blowing horn]
- No!

- Okay, I guess we located
the igniter.

Okay, this is where I get out.

- No, we cannot do that.

- Yes, we can.
Our work is done here.

- We stay in the car.

- Fraser, what are you doing?
Don't touch my innerthigh or calf.

- Get yourfoot off the brake.

- I'm trying to stop!
- You can't!

- Not with you holding
onto my leg!

- Ray, it is too dangerous.
This is a public thoroughfare.

Pedestrians may be afoot.

- Look, I do not risk my neck
for anybody.

Look, the car's gonna blow!

- No, it is not.
It is very, very,

very rare that a car
ever actually explodes.

Mental note:

equip your vehicle
with a fire extinguisher.

- I am all overthat.

- We must find a safe place
to deposit this car.

- Parking lot.

- No, it's too crowded.

- How about a park?

- There might be children present,
family pets.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What?
- The stop light.

- You have got to be kidding me.

- I'm afraid not.
This is a serious business.

Traffic fatalities
account forthe loss

of 41,786 American lives
every year.

- Got it!

- Good thinking!

[yelling]

- What is this,
some kind of superfire?

- You shouldn't have pressed
the hot-wax option.

- Now what?

- The lake they call Michigan.

- Lake Michigan.

- Yes, the lake
they call Michigan.

- Lake Michigan.
- All right.

- Straight in?
- Straight in.

- Listen, in case
something happens,

ljust want you to know
it's been a pleasure meeting you.

- Ah, so you admit
we've never met.

- I'm not admitting anything.
- Give him some ground, son.

- Why?
- 'Cause there's nothing to admit.

- He's not bad, for a Yank.
- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.
- We're getting closer.

- I can see that.
- I'll say goodbye now.

- I'll speak to you later.

[Ray]: You bet. It's been weird,
but it's been a pleasure.

- Likewise.

Let's lock our load.

- Lock [and] load.
- Lock and load, I'm sorry.

[Diefenbaker whining]

[grumbling]

Ray.

- Okay.

- He's a fine painter.

- Lowerthe gun, Ms. Garbo.

- A great artist.

- Like he said,
put the gun down.

- And I'm carrying on his work.

- I said put the gun down.

- Ray... Ray!

Ray!

- Ta-da!

[cackling]

- A vest.

- You called me Ray.
- No, I didn't.

- Yeah, you did.
- No, I didn't.

- Yeah, you did.

- It was a mistake. Come on.

- You know I'm Ray.
Don't fight it, Benton buddy.

- You are not Ray.
You don't even look like him.

- Could have had plastic surgery.
- You could also be unhinged.

- I got papers to prove it.
- I don't want to see them.

- I'm Ray!
- If you're Ray, where were you born?

- That smarts, when you get shot.
- Ah, see? See?

[knocking]

Lieutenant, if I could have
just one moment of yourtime,

I'll be gone before you
can say "Jimmy crack corn."

- Uh, Rudolph,
would you please...

Sir, I'll confess, at first
I was a little worried

that maybe I had a hole
in my bag of marbles...

So I did an impromptu
investigation.

I would like to present
in evidence...

These are the registered
fingerprints.

And these...

are the fingerprints
of the man in question.

They do not match.

This is an official
dental record.

This is a cast I had made
of the suspect's teeth.

They do not match.

The shoe size

is also inconsistent,
and finally,

as you can see,
the suspect's nose

is fully 7 millimetres
smallerthan Ray Vecchio's.

In conclusion, this man
is not Raymond Vecchio.

- Constable, you have
an uncanny power of observation.

- Thank you.

- Of course
he's not Ray Vecchio.

I've been trying to get to you
to talk to you about this.

There's an operation going on.

This operation
comes from way up the ladder.

Details are kind of sketchy,
but all we need to know is...

Ray Vecchio has gone
deep undercover

with the mob.

Now, to protect his identity,

we have to make believe
that this guy is Ray Vecchio.

- I see.

Lieutenant, have you
by any chance heard from Ray?

- Oh, no. No.

And I don't expect to either.
- I understand.

- Listen, Constable, I want you
to give this guy a fair shot.

He's a real good cop.

And...

on your way out,
send in my accountant.

- Understood.
- Thank you.

Ah, Rudolph.

- Hey, Fraser.
This was on my desk. It's foryou.

What do you make of it?

- It's a message.

- Something I should worry about?
- No, no.

No, everything's all right.

Everything is actually fine.

- Okay, well...

- Hey, Ray...

Would you, uh...

Would you like to go and get
something to eat with me?

- Yeah, uh...

ljust gotta...

I'll put away these files

and I'll meet you at the car.

- All right. Good.

- You want my opinion?

- Do I have any choice?

- He's a good man.
- I think you're right.

- We have to find
somewhere to live.

- What do you mean "we"?
- That's a cruel joke, son.

I think I need an office.

- What the hell would you do
with an office?

- Office work, memoirs,
my taxes.

- Taxes? You've been dead
fortwo years.

- They find you, son,
they find you.

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

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