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- Hallet, Internal Affairs.
Open the cage.

- So this is the guy.

- Yeah. Doesn't look
like much, does he?

He's gonna cost you
all your jobs.

- All right, people,

find a spot, stand in it,
and listen up.

My name is Brandauer,
State's Attorney's Office.

This is Detective Hallet,
Internal Affairs.

I'm sure you all recognize these

as court documents.

They are the product

of two months
of background investigation,

and they authorize me to conduct
a probe into allegations

of corruption concerning
this district.

We will be at this
for as long as it takes,

so go about your business.

But if we call, you drop
everything and come running.

Bear in mind no one
is outside our interest,

and no one is above suspicion.

Any questions? No? Good.

Still a lieutenant, Harding?

You still a jerk?
- Funny guy.

I think you'll be even funnier
sitting in the state penitentiary.

So where is he?
- He's a cop.

He's out working. He's not
wasting people's time like you.

- He's not gonna show up?

- Oh, don't worry. He'll show.

- Oh, I'm not worried,
Lieutenant.

But if I were you,
I'd be worried.

'Cause it could be
one hell of a dark day,

and not just because
of the eclipse.

If Vecchio doesn't show up
by the end of his shift,

you're in for a rocky ride.

[radio]: Coming up
latertoday, a solar eclipse.

Remember, kids, it's perfectly safe
to look at the sun.

No matter what anyone else
has told you,

the sun's rays
are completely harmless.

No, no.

Just kidding!

Use your head.
Keep your eyes closed.

Now let's have a listen to
Crowbar on Blast from The Past.

Ba ba-da ba

Ba ba-da ba

Ba ba-da ba...

[phone ringing]

[beep]

[answering machine]:
It's Welsh.

We need you in here, Detective.
Now.

Oh... what a feeling

What a rush

Oh... what a feeling

What a rush

Well you know
about the feeling

It makes you come alive...
[phone ringing]

[beep]

[answering machine]: I don't
see you in here, Vecchio.

You better be on your way...

Gonna fill your head
with music

Satisfy your soul

Oh... what a feeling

What a rush

Oh... what a feeling...

[phone ringing]

[beep]

[answering machine]: Vecchio,
where the hell are you?

That is, of course,

I'm assuming you do want
to work at this station.

We got urgent matters here
need your attention, Detective.

Serious stuff.
Get your butt in here now.

- Not today, Welsh.

- This whole thing
began with the con

that they have in the holding cells
called Siracusa.

Apparently, he had a sit-down

with one of the reps
from State's Attorney,

tried to cut himself
a deal for an early release.

He said that our whole
station was bent,

taking in drugs with arrests,
skimming off the top.

How did he come by this
information, they ask?

He said he used to be a stoolie

for one of the dirty cops,
a detective.

Which detective, they ask?

- He points a finger
at Ray Vecchio.

Ray Vecchio is not corrupt, sir.
- Oh, yeah.

You know that and I know that.

But between them all, IAD
doesn't have a half a brain.

In here, please.

On top of that, Brandauer
and I have this thing.

We've been going at each other
on and off for about 20 years.

Now, any excuse he gets,

he's gonna jump on,
and he'll start digging.

I know the station is clean,
but there are always loose ends.

If Vecchio doesn't show,

this district will have
its collective ass in a sling.

- So you need Ray Vecchio.
- By end of shift, 5:00.

- Which one, sir?
- Which one what?

The detective formerly known
as Ray Vecchio,

orthe current detective
known as the former Ray Vecchio?

- What?

- I'm looking fortoilet paper.

- Here. Scram.

I can't go in there
and tell them

that Ray Vecchio is undercover
on another operation

and that this guy at the desk
is not the real Ray Vecchio.

If I do, these morons'll
have it on the 6:00 news.

And the real Ray Vecchio
will end up

the dead body leading off
at 11:00.

See? The only way to handle this
is we got to bluff it out.

You look forthe new guy
and I'll stall.

- Understood.
- All right.

- Hi, Fraser.

What's with the cabbage?

- Party supplies.
- Forthe eclipse?

- Uh, no, actually.
It's Detective Vecchio's birthday.

- Fraser, it's not
the new guy's birthday.

- Well, yes, but the former
Ray Vecchio always had a party.

If we wish to maintain
his cover, it follows

that the current Ray
should have a party as well.

- And we use the fish for...?
- Forthe games.

Bobbing fortrout.

You see, I've organized

a traditional
Yukon celebration in his honour.

- Couldn't you just bob
for apples?

- They're not very plentiful
in the Yukon.

- That's the dumbest thing
I ever heard.

- Is that
a traditional Inuit game?

- No, the locals favour
something called Twister.

- I'll take the fish.

- Ah, thank you kindly.

Oh, uh...

Ah.

- 'Morning.

I'd like to get into that crypt.

- Can't be done.

- Why not?

- For one thing,
you're still breathing.

- 10 bucks.

- Do I look like a man
who would take a bribe of money?

- Isle of Mull, 16-year-old
single-malt scotch.

- I'll get the key.

- Is he okay in houses?
- Scrupulous.

- Good.

Don't just move the dirt around!

Very mysterious man,
this friend of yours.

- In what sense, Ma'am?

- He clomps.

- Clomps?

- In rhythm.

Most tenants I get to know,

but him... very secretive.

And I wouldn't know
about the clomping,

except that I live
right below him.

And I'll be fixing my hair
or something

and I'll hearthis, uh...

Well, it's not really
like clomping, actually.

It's more like he's shuffling
or something.

- Dancing, possibly?

[Diefenbaker whining]

- There you are, yeah.

Heh.

He's real light on his feet.

I can get hypnotized and just
sit there for an hour, easy.

[whistling Oh What a Feeling]

[squeaking]

[stops whistling]

[resumes whistling]

[squeaking]

[humming]

- So what's your story?

You work in a circus?
- No, Ma'am.

The Royal Canadian
Mounted Police.

I first came to Chicago
on the trail of the killers

of my father, and for reasons

that don't need exploring
at this juncture,

I've remained, attached as liaison
with the Canadian Consulate.

- Don't take anything.
- Understood.

- Aagh!

Jesus, you scared me to death.

- This thing doesn't work.

- What do you mean?

It's a bottle.
It doesn't work or not work.

- If nothing comes out of it,

what is it?
- It's empty.

- But it isn't empty,
so it must be broken.

- If it was broken,
it'd be empty.

- Exactly.

So it's not working.

- There. Now it's broken

and it's working.
- Good man.

[Brandauer]: That's nice.

It's so nice to see the IRS

taking an interest in you
the same time we are.

- It's nice to see

you take the word
of a career scumball over mine.

- Mr. Siracusa has nothing
to gain by his allegations.

Why would he make them up?
- Come on, Hallet.

Think I don't know
he's up for release?

Think I don't know Brandauer
here

is waiting to nail me
for most of his adult life?

Look, you guys knock yourselves out.
I got a station to run.

[arguing]

Hey, hey, hey!

Anybody who wants to get their
head cracked, keep talking.

Who are the Penguins?

- The graduating class

of the Grenville School
of Deportment and Domestic Service.

Apparently,
they were setting a table

when a rumble broke out over
the correct placement of a spoon.

- Book 'em.

Fraser check in yet?
- No.

- Give Ray another shot.

- Miss... Bes...

Besbriss?

- One month before I get to become
a real cop and this happens.

- Just be straight.
You have nothing to hide.

[squeaking]

[door closing]

- Don't move.

- Hi, Ray.

So we're on a stakeout.

That's good.

Who's the target?

- None of your business.

- Ah, secrecy. That's very wise.

You know, it reminds me of
a time I spent near Skull Rapids.

I was holed up
with the carcass of a caribou

for almost 72 hours,
and, you know, to this day,

I have no idea who we were
actually waiting for.

But I can tell you
that after 72 hours,

the smell of a caribou carcass
is almost hallucinogenic.

- Are you unhinged?
- Not that I'm aware of.

- Hey, how did you find me?

- You'd circled an obituary
notice in a newspaper

that was on the counter
in your apartment...

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You broke into my apartment?

- Well, no,
that would be illegal.

Your landlady simply let me in.

She's very fond of you,
by the way.

- You invade my castle,
you track me down,

you almost get
your head shot off.

You want to tell me why?

- Well, two reasons.
First, I brought you a present.

- For what?

- Foryour birthday.
- It's not my birthday.

- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.

- I think you're wrong
about that.

You see, Ray Vecchio was born...

- Let's just drop that,
okay, Fraser?

We both know
I'm not Ray Vecchio.

- You're not?
- No.

- You sure about that?
- I don't even look like him.

- You could have had
plastic surgery.

- You are unhinged.
- You think?

- Yes, I think.
Look, I'm not Ray.

I mean, I am Ray,
but I'm not Ray Vecchio.

I'm... Kowalski.

Stanley Raymond Kowalski.

- Your name is Stanley Kowalski?

- Look, my dad had a thing
for Brando.

Me, it was always Steve McQueen,
so I go by Ray.

- Well, It's a pleasure
to meet you, Ray Kowalski.

[Huey]: Come on.

- Yes, sir.
- Get your butts over here.

- Sir.
- Enough with the good manners.

- As you wish, sir.

- I said enough.

- Yes, sir.

- Is this your phone log?

- Yeah.

- Why all the calls to Vecchio?

- Maintaining contact
with the detectives is my job.

- Not afteryou've clocked out.

You got a dozen calls
in there afteryour shift.

- It's not a 9-to-5 job.

- What does China White
mean to you?

- Nothing.
- Try again.

- Dishes.

- Drop the attitude, Besbriss.

- You know it's heroin.
You were in on it.

- I don't know what you guys
are talking about.

- Missing drugs.

- Besbriss,
you want to be a cop?

Give me Vecchio
and give me Welsh...

most importantly, Welsh...

and you just might
get to be a cop.

Otherwise...

who knows what might happen.

- People are counting
on you, Ray.

They could lose their jobs.

- Look, Fraser,
let's get this thing straight.

You want me to sit
in front of a bunch of guys

who're going to grill me about
corruption that never happened,

but it happened to another guy,

but I'd have to answer
for it anyway?

- Yes.
- Forget it.

- If you don't, Ray,
you will lose your shield.

- Look, Fraser, I've humped
this job for a long time.

Bad hours,
bad food and bad guys.

And for what?

- The pride and honour
of knowing we make it possible

for good people
to tuck their kids in

and know they'll be safe.
- You got to be kidding me.

- No, I'm not.
- You believe all that?

- Yes, I do.

- You never doubt it?

- Never.

- You're a lucky guy, Fraser.

Me, I never wanted to be a cop
in the first place.

Always wanted
to be something else.

- Why didn't you become
something else?

- That is the reason
I'm here today.

- You mind if I ask you
what that reason is?

- Mind if I ask you
what your wolf is doing?

- I have no idea.

Although, in his youth,
Diefenbaker did demonstrate

a keen interest in horticulture.

- You know, Fraser, when they
offered me this assignment,

they made it sound
kind of normal.

They said,
"Hey, Ray,

here's a chance to start over,
ditch the past."

"What's the catch?" I say.

"Oh, your partner is Canadian."

"Canadian? I got nothing against
Canadians." Except forthe time

when they won the World Series.
- Two times.

- Which I'm willing to overlook.
- Thank you.

- But at no time did they say,
"Oh, by the way,

you'll be working with a Mountie
who's got a wolf that's a florist."

Hold these, will you?

Oh, that's good.

Queer.

- Is this the target
of the stakeout?

- Nah, just something's queer.

Let's check it out.

[Diefenbaker whining]

- It's all there?
- Uh-huh.

[sobbing]

- Mom...

Mom...
- What?

- That's my mom in there.
- No, it's not.

- Yeah, it is.
- No, it's not.

You're confused with...
- Grief.

- That ain't her.

That's... Mr... Smith.
- Jones.

- No, that's my mother.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

Just wanted to see yourface
one last time.

- Hey, you can't do that.

- Mom, how you've changed...
into Cuban cigars.

- That's it. That's enough.

Out of the car.

Easy.

Easy. That's it.

That's it. Easy.

- Gentlemen.

My name
is Constable Benton Fraser,

Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

- Pull out your gun.
- I don't have a gun.

- You don't got no gun?

- No, I'm afraid not. But if
you'd be so kind as to step aside,

the detective will read you
your Miranda rights.

I assume that weaponry
you're holding is illegal.

- Does a bear
shop in the forest?

- In my experience,
bears don't shop.

- Hey, wise guy, out of the way.

- Run.

- You don't have a gun?

- Obviously you weren't
fully briefed.

I'm not licensed
to carry firearms.

- And you didn't bother
to tell me before?

- It didn't seem germane
at the time.

- What the hell kind of word
is that?

- I'll be right back.
- What are you doing?

- It's your birthday present.
I dropped it.

- Are you a freak?

- It's a dream catcher.
I made it myself.

You see,
you hang it in your window,

it catches your bad dreams.
You sleep well at night.

- I sleep fine.

- And these are eagle feathers.

- Fraser, when they shoot us,
I'll be glad I knew that.

- You'd be surprised
at how difficult it is

to acquire an eagle feather.

First of all, you have to apply
to the National Eagle Repository

in Commerce City, Colorado.

Then... you just have to hope

that someone finds
a dead eagle in the woods...

and they have
the presence of mind

to put it on ice and courier it
to Commerce City.

- Really?
- Really.

- Go.
- And then, basically,

you just wait

and you hope that no shaman
ortribal elder

needs an eagle feather

in some sort of sacred ritual,
which, of course,

would take precedence over
your relatively minor desire

to use the feather in a gift
foryour partner.

- How many rounds have I fired?
- By my count, seven.

- Duck!

We're sunk.

I left all my clips
in the crypt.

I've only got two rounds left.

- I don't mean to be critical,

but you might want to consider
remedial practice on the target range.

Your aim is appalling.
- Hey, I'm a good shot.

- By what criteria?
You fired seven rounds.

You haven't been
within 50 metres.

- ljust need my glasses.
I left them in the tomb.

- No, you didn't.

- Why didn't you tell me
you had them?

- Well, I didn't realize
you were blind.

- ljust don't see
all that good.

- We've got a bit of time,
so just to finish this off,

if you happen
to pass these hurdles,

you'll be one
of the lucky few to have

this precious symbol of freedom
delivered to your door.

- What are you talking about?
- The eagle feather.

- You are a freak.

Hey!

Down! Down!

Hands...
- That's good work, Ray.

Now we'll have to return
to the station for processing.

- You have the right
to remain silent.

- Ray, we have to return
to the station for processing.

- I am not doing that, Fraser.

- Anything you say may...
- Ray, standard

operating procedure,
field manual, Chapter 7:

The arresting officer
shall transferthe suspect

to the nearest station house
for processing with dispatch.

- Do you understand these rights?
- With dispatch!

- You like procedure so much,
you take 'em in.

- I'm not the arresting officer.

- Look, Fraser, get something
through your head.

Keep a shield, lose a shield,
I don't really care.

I am not leaving this graveyard

till I finish
what I came here to do:

Take down a bent nail
named Marcus Ellery.

Until I do that,
I'm not leaving, period.

Dot it, file it, stick it
in a box marked "done." Okay?

Come on, get up!

- Tell us about Alcorn Street.

- That was a stand-up bust.
- Oh, yeah.

- We took down a couple
of real dirt-bags.

Ray risked his life
to save a child.

It was a great day for cops.

- No kidding. You scored
a big haul of China White.

- What are you talking, scored?

We seized a shipment of heroin.
- You seized 10 kilos of heroin.

When it was signed into
evidence control, there was one.

- That's crap.

- We'll tell you
when you're done.

- I don't have to take this.
- Sit down.

- Look, you've got
a fine record.

Maybe you were taking orders.

Give me Welsh,
and I'll help you out.

[Roy]: In the '70s,
Ellery went on a tear,

string of armed robberies
from Illinois to Texas.

He hit anything with cash...
jewellery, armoured trucks, banks.

He did one bank
right in my neighbourhood.

Ten years ago, he was convicted
of a heist outside of El Paso.

En route to the state pen,
he escaped.

Afterthat, went off the grid.

It's his mother
they're burying today.

- You think he'll attend?

- It's his mother. He'll show.

- Who asked you?
- He's just trying to help.

- I don't need your help.

- Fine, but I detect
a hole in your plan.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. Assuming Ellery shows...

which, I agree, he will...
what are you going to do?

Statute of limitations
has run out on the guy.

- You know he's right, Ray.
- Whose side are you on?

- I didn't realize we had sides.
- Fraser, there's always sides.

There's bad guys,
then there's everybody else.

Marcus Ellery: bad guy.
- That may be,

but you haven't grounds
to arrest him.

- Look, this is not official
business.

So shut up. It's personal.

- You know, Ray, Francis Bacon
once wrote that revenge

is a wild kind of justice which
the more a man's nature runs to,

the more ought law
to weed it out.

- Did Francis Bacon
ever meet Marcus Ellery?

- It's unlikely.
Bacon died in 1626.

- Well, there you go.

If he had, he would've
whistled a different tune.

- Awild kind of justice...

Yeah, I like that.

- How many times I gotta tell you?
We only seized one kilo.

- Not by the evidence log.

What's this?
- It's my name.

- Yeah, and this?
- My signature.

- Ten kilos, Detective, 10.
- It was one.

Ray will back me up.

- He hasn't shown up. He's left
you to take the fall, huh?

What does that tell you?
- Think about it.

- This Bacon,
does he got any books out?

- Yes, actually,

The Advancement of Learning,
Novum Organum

and an incomplete
yet very fascinating work

called Instauratio Magna.

- I'm gonna check into that.

- What's wrong with you, man?

- Well, if we don't get off
on a technicality,

we're looking at 15 to 20
in Joliet.

I could put that time to good use.
- Shut up!

[gunshots]
Gun.

- I told you, use your head.

[gunshots]

- Oh, dear!

- Who the hell are you?

- Gladys Caunce.

- I'm terribly sorry, Ma'am.

We thought you were
a desperate criminal.

Did I hurt you?

- No.

It is a bit stiff, though.

- What is, Ma'am?
- My leg.

- Ah, yes. Let me help you up.
- Oh, thank you. My hat.

Oh, there we are.

Oh!

I'm... I'm just visiting
my husband.

- You hate the guy so much

you fire six shots into him
after he's already dead?

- Hate him? Good Lord, no.
I loved him dearly.

I'm just executing
part of his will.

- What? Is he, like,
a masochist or something?

- Well, we'd try that sometimes,
but he hated pain. No.

No, he was acarophobic.

- He was afraid of acrobats?
- No, no.

Insects.
- Exactly.

Well, you see, Henry
was of the belief

that lead would discourage insects
from feasting off him.

So I shoot a little in
every now and again

to keep them away.

I don't know if it works,
but it makes me feel better.

- I understand.
- You understand.

- Ma'am, I'm afraid
we're going to have to check

yourfirearm certificate.

- Oh, by all means.

- Thank you kindly.

- Freak.

- If he's not here in an hour,

we're all gonna be
looking for new jobs

on the back of match books.

- Yeah, well...

- Can I ask you something?

Do you find me attractive?

- I wouldn't say attractive.

- No. Cute, maybe.

- I'd say well-favoured.
- Did I ask you?

- Sorry, I thought you were
asking all of us.

- Well, I wasn't, so zip.
Well,

do you find me attractive?
- In what sense?

- In the sense of, you know,
being a woman.

- Do I think you're
an attractive woman?

- No. No, I'm not the woman.

You're the woman.

- I'm the woman.

- No, I'm a woman.
- Butt out.

- Well, she is.

- I know she's a woman.

I'm asking Fraser
to pretend he's a woman,

Okay?
- Oh...

Can you do that, dear?

- I have done that, yes.

- So have I.

It's ratherfun. Heh-heh.

- Look, you three, zip.

And you, you pretend
you're a woman, okay?

You find me attractive?

- Very much so, yes.

- You're not just saying that?

- Well, I'm not really qualified
to judge.

- I don't know what's funny
about that. He isn't...

- It just sounds like something
my wife would say.

- I didn't realize
you were married.

- I was. Not any more.

- That is so sad.

- Yeah, well...

Two careers, she worked at
the State's Attorney's Office.

It just didn't work out.

- Oh, I recognize
that tone of voice.

That's the "Hey, it's no big
deal" tone of voice, you know?

- He would know.
His wife left him.

He was a broken window.

Glass everywhere.

- What about you, dear?

Are you married?

- No, Ma'am, I'm not.

But I am acquainted with loss

and, on occasion, loneliness.

- Oh, yes, loneliness.

It may sound silly, but I wonder
how the sun will feel today

when it's blocked out
by the moon.

- Yes, it does seem sometimes
as though the border

between life and death
is very poorly guarded.

- Yeah,

and if you're carrying
the wrong passport,

you wind up in a little drawer
in one of these places.

- What I'm thinking is,

who the hell
hands out the passports?

I wouldn't be here
if I handed out

the passports, you know.
- Or would you?

That's the question.
- Right.

Right, like you can't go...
forward until you go backward.

Look, I tried to run away
from my past,

but you can't do it,
because it's in your skin,

it stays with you.

You gotta retrace your steps
to figure out how you got here.

I took this bus.

I drove this car.

I got on this train.

I walked down this street.

I turned this corner.

I opened this door.

And I stepped into a bank.

Ba bada-ba...

[Ray]: I was 13,
and she was a Gold Coast girl.

Private school.

She was untouchable,
but I was working it.

I was lying like a maniac.

I was John Lennon, James Bond
and Joe Namath

all rolled into one.

What a rush...

[music]

Oh...

- I think that man has a gun.

- Gun!

[gunshot]

- Down on the floor now!

Now!

You, little girl, get over here.

Get over here.

Kid, fill that up with money.

Get up and fill it up.

[liquid running]

Get up!

Now!

Turn around!

Turn around.

[laughing]

The kid pissed himself.

- Stella!

Stella.

Stella.

- So did you get the girl?

- Yeah, I got the girl.

- Oh.

- That was Stella, my wife.

- She married you after, even,
you know, what you done?

- Yeah, but that's
not the point.

The point is,
I mean, my whole life,

it all starts and ends
with this one guy.

I'm like one of those,
um, whatchamacallem

knights looking
forthe Holy Grill.

- Grail.

- What?

- Holy Grail
- You sure?

- I'm pretty sure
it's not a diner.

- Grill, Grail, whatever.

I'm just trying
to settle an old debt.

- Okay...

number one,

this is either empty,
broken or not working. And...

numbertwo...

they're here.

- Oh, Tom, dear.

[howling]

[Gladys]:
Is your wolf all right?

- I think he's grieving.

His breed is uncommonly
sensitive.

He feels sorrow profoundly.

- He didn't show up.

- A guy doesn't show

to his own mother's funeral?

I mean, we're lowlife, man,
but that sets a new standard.

[muttering]

- Hush, Tom, dear.

Go back to sleep.

- You know, Ray,
I'm pretty sure he'll come.

We have time.

- We're running out of time.

- He's been in there
for 37 minutes.

- This was on your watch,
Lieutenant.

- I stand by my detectives.

- Ten kilos down to one.

We're talking big-time
felony charges.

- I stand by my detectives.

- You were a clown 20 years ago
and you're still a clown, Welsh.

You pushed me aside
every chance you got,

and when that wasn't enough,
you put my brother in jail.

My brother!
Let me tell you something.

Nothing's gonna give me
more pleasure

than taking you and this whole
stinking division down.

You got me?

- I lied, you know.

- You did?

- Yeah.

About Stella, to Stella.

When I was in the bank,

she thought I humiliated myself
on purpose

to stall fortime
so she could get away.

I nevertold her any different.

She thought I was a hero.

I played along.

Awhole marriage based on a lie.

I was a con job then
and I'm a con job now.

- You know, Ray,

in my limited experience
with the subject,

I found that very few
lifelong bonds are formed

based on whether one partner
orthe other

urinated in their clothing.

And I'm willing to gamble...
not with money, mind you...

but I am willing to gamble

that Stella
looked beyond that one incident

and saw the whole person.

- What do you mean?

- In December 1988, a young boy
was being held in a warehouse.

You went in, even though you knew
your cover had been blown.

You drew fire, you were wounded,
yet you managed to rescue the boy.

Yourfirst citation.

In December 1990,
in a jewellery store,

you single-handedly held off
three gunmen,

saving four innocent lives.
Your second citation.

In September 1993, you faced down
three escaped murderers,

and you brought them to justice.

Yourthird citation.

You're a good policeman, Ray.

And I would be proud to call
you my partner.

And my friend.

- What was that last part?

- Friend.

- Lend me some money?

- Nah. Money and friends
don't mix, Ray.

Let's go to work.

- How did you know all that
stuff about my background?

- I had yourfingerprints.

I went through yourfiles.

- You're a real Nosey Parker,
aren't you?

- I think it's prudent to know
the mettle of the man you work with.

Heh, prudent.

You sound like Germane.

You think this thing would fly?

- It's not a frisbee, Ray.

It's a dream catcher.
It tangles up bad dreams.

- But do you think it would fly?

- There's only one way
to find out.

- Oh, jeez, what the hell?

[thump]

Ah, jeez.

Oh, hey, man...

whateveryou want... my money,
my wallet... it's yours.

- Ha, you remember me?

Oh, yeah, you remember.

Little kid in the bank, 1974.

Oh, yeah.

You remember. Kid wet himself.

Tell me you remember.

- Hey, what the hell's
happening?

- It's an eclipse.

I don't believe this.

You don't remember me.

- Hey, kid,

I've robbed a lot of banks,

and I've spent
a lot of time in jail.

I don't have much
of a memory about anything.

- I spent my entire life
looking foryou,

looking for some payback,
some revenge,

maybe even...

kill you.

And now I got you
face to face and...

I can't even see yourface.

- You do what you gotta do, man.

ljust came here to say
goodbye to my mother.

- Uh, mother.

Okay, you can go now.

- You're letting me go?

- Yeah. Thanks.

- For what?

- Making me what I am.

A cop.

- Ray!

I'm terribly sorry. Pardon me.

Ray!

Ow!

- He overpowered me.

Ran away.

- Are you all right?

- I'm good.

- Well, we really should...

- Face the music.

- Oh!

Ray?

Ray?

Give me a paw, Dief.

- He's gonna show.

He'll show.

- Ten kilos,
street-grade heroin,

down to one kilo!
Where did it go?

- You tell me.

- You a hard guy, huh?
Chicago hard guy?

- Your words.

- You recognize this?

- Evidence log-in.

- Is that your signature?
- Looks like it.

- And is that a 10?

- No.

- We're not playing here.
Unless 25 years

in the big house
is your idea of fun!

- Are you guys really bozos or
do you just pretend to be bozos?

- You want to repeat that?

- It's not a 10.

It's a 1

with a happy face.

You know? Happy day,
bad guys off the street.

Here, let me show you.

What's this number?
- 360.

- No, it's not.
It's a 36...

with a happy face.

See?

See? I do it all the time.

- You want us to check through
all the records?

- Go ahead, knock yourselves out!
Or we can cut to the chase!

This whole station
is shivering on the word

of some apple-polisher
I never even met.

Come on, put me in a line-up.

Siracusa can pick me out,
I'm good to go.

You book me a room
in the big house.

If you can't, you can pack up
your little circus and go home.

Deal?

Deal?

- Give us Vecchio.

- Come on, Siracusa.

- Numberthree.

- Numberthree,
please step forward.

- Your brother was nothing
but a criminal,

and I stand by my detectives.

[cheering]

- So this is a traditional
Yukon celebration?

- It's a fair approximation.
Without the snow, of course.

- You all right?
- Oh, yeah, sure.

- Gentlemen.

- Huey, I don't think so.
- I can do it, I can do it,

I can do it, I can do it. Oh!
- Sad,

- Party's going rather well,
I think.

- Oh, yeah.

You know, Fraser,
that was weird,

seeing Ellery.
- Yeah, I should imagine.

- I mean, that guy dogged me
my entire life,

and now it's like, uh,
the sky opened up or something.

Uh, I don't know, it's...

- You know, Ray,
my father once told me

that the sky
isn't just above you,

that if you look at the horizon,

you'll see that it actually
touches the ground.

So if you think about it,
whereveryou go,

you're actually walking
in the sky.

- You're a freak.
- Understood.

- That's a lot harder
than it looks.

- Which Ray Vecchio?

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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