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- No, no, no, Fraser, trust me. You don't know this world.

It's got its own code, rules, lingo...

- Well, you might be surprised, Ray.

I'm not unaccustomed to programs designed to help disadvantaged youths.

- These kids aren't disadvantaged. They're gang members, okay?

This gets them off the street, gives them something positive to do,

blows off a little steam.

- Well, I fail to see the difference between that

and the wildfowl-rescue program that I helped organize...

- You want to know the difference?

In this program, you try to separate your opponent from his head.

- Ah, pugilism. - It's not pugilism, Fraser, it's boxing.

And remember about the lingo.

Ah, Levon, this is my friend Fraser.

- Hey, Fraser, what's up?

- Well, the Chicago Mercantile Exchange is up.

Ray's hair is up. - He's Canadian.

- My man, shout out. - Shout out... funny.

- Ah.

- Hi, Fraser. - Ah, Francesca.

[whining] - What's with him?

- Oh, uh, he won't speak to me.

- How come?

- Well, the alarm clock went off at 5:00 and he refused to budge,

so I reprimanded him for being slothful.

- At 5:00... isn't that, like, dark?

- Yes.

- Yeah, look at it.

I'll be up there.

I'll be dancing, messin' my man's face all up.

- That's a good attitude. Now just, boom, boom,

dance yourself back to the locker

and don't get too cocky. - I'm not cocky.

- Don't get too cocky. - I'm not cocky. I'm the best.

- Good luck, son.

- Yeah.

- Guy wins a couple of little-league fights,

thinks he's Muhammad Ali.

- Look, I said you could come,

but I did not say you could criticize.

- It's just a little comment, bro.

- And it wasn't little league.

It was a community league.

And it wasn't a couple of fights, it was all of them.

- Whatever.

- He's the best fighter I evertrained.

- Isn't he the only fighter you evertrained?

- Yeah, and tonight he fights against a pro.

And if he wins, he could be going all the way.

- All the way to where?

- Up the, uh...

Up... up...

Up the ranks to the top.

What do you think?

Whoo-hoo-hoo.

- Look at the great white hope. What's he doing?

- Boom, boom, boom, boom. Boom, boom.

I still got all the moves.

I coulda been...

I coulda been...

- A contender?

- Yeah, how'd you know?

- Lucky guess.

- I wasn't aware that you'd had a boxing career.

- It wasn't exactly a career, more of a...

- A disaster?

- A hobby?

- A meltdown?

- Pastime? - Nightmare?

- Look, you're both very, very funny.

But I had to quit when I got married to Stella,

'cause she didn't think it was, um, what's the, uh...

- Civilized? - That's it.

- Yo, Ray.

- Hey.

- Yo, man, we gonna kill tonight.

- You know it, Homes. - Yeah.

- And those would be?

- Uh, fans.

- Fans?

- Cabrini Gangsters. Levon's gang.

- And I imagine those would also be fans?

- Uh, Rollin' 22s.

Uh, the other guy's, uh, gang.

- I see. So each fighter, then, comes equipped with his own gang.

- Vicchio,

are you sure you want to do this?

My boy's pretty good.

- It's Vecchio. So's mine.

- Well, you know, I've trained a few,

and Deron could be the best of them.

- Oh, yeah? Betterthan Sugarman?

- Bigger and faster.

Wouldn't want your boy to get hurt.

- Ray, can you tell me, please, this "Sugar Man",

is that a first name or a last name?

- Where are you from? - This is Constable Benton Fraser.

He first came to Chicago on the killers of his father.

He's Canadian. You don't want to know. Bare-knuckle fighter.

- No, Ray, I only wrestled bears.

- Okay. Good luck.

- He's trying to psych me.

Franko Devlin is trying to psych me.

- And that's a good thing, I take it?

- Mmm, it's fantastic.

He's a legend. He's one of the great trainers.

And he's trying to psych me.

That means his guy's in trouble. That means we got a shot.

- Who is the Sugar Man?

- He was gonna be the next heavyweight champion.

Devlin trained him till he got big, then Sugarman dumped him.

- Why?

- He got a guy with more juice from ICM.

Devlin's great at developing a fighter,

but he's not that good at building a career.

- You seem to know a lot about this.

- Sure, I read Ring World every week.

Let's see if I've got this straight.

When he said that his fighter was bigger and f...

bigger and faster than the Sugar Man, was he lying?

- If he wasn't, we're sunk,

'cause nobody's bigger and fasterthan Sugarman.

[bell ringing]

- He's very big.

- Yeah, well, it's not about size, Fraser.

It's, you know, it's speed, it's, uh...

you know, what's in the brain plate.

It's psychology, you know? - Ah.

- What'd he say to you?

- He said he loved me.

Look at him. Look at the size of him.

He's a freak. He does not love you.

He wants to kill you. Okay?

So you stick and move. Stick and move.

- Round 1! [bell ringing]

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

On yourtoes, on yourtoes,

on yourtoes.

Levon, let's go, let's go.

Come on! Keep it up!

He's really fast. - He's very big.

- He's really big and really fast.

Up, up, up!

- See the hot dog guy? - You can eat?

They're bleeding up there. - Blood never spatters this far.

[bell ringing]

- Let's go,

let's go, let's go.

- He's killing me. - No, you're doing great.

- He's killing me, man.

- Yes, it would appear so.

- Just keep running around, running around, tire him out.

Fraser, don't drown my fighter.

- Oh, right you are, Ray.

- The ring's only about so big.

- But every step he's taking is killing him,

so you just keep moving, okay? - Round 2!

- Yo, hot dog here.

- Come on, come on. Up, up, up, up.

Let's go, let's go, let's shake that off.

Shake it off, Levon. Let's go.

- Come on, hit him.

Let's go.

Wow.

Move out of the corner. Move! Move!

Run away! Run away from...

[bell ringing]

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

That's great, Levon, you're wearing him down.

You just stay out of the corners.

You go to him. Remember, keep moving.

Keep moving. Weave. - Round 3!

- Fraser, he would've hated himself

if I didn't send him back in there, okay?

- I see.

- He takes one good punch, we throw in the towel.

- Do we have a towel?

- Break. Move back.

- Yeah! Get him!

Get him! Get him!

- Come on! Hit him again!

- Move on him! Move on him!

- Yeah!

- Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

[bell ringing]

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

- He okay, right?

- Don't know yet.

- Yo, keep away from him.

- What?

- You want to do some good, stick with your brother.

- Step off, old man.

- Don't touch Franko.

- Not a good place foryour guy to be.

[shouting]

- All right, all right, all right.

No more to see. Clear it out.

Come on, get your butts out of here.

Come on.

- He was killing me. He was!

I couldn't even hit him.

Then he got shaky and I started getting some shots in.

I should've known he was sick. I should've quit.

- Look, it wasn't yourfault.

- Look, nobody else in there hitting him.

- You were both there to fight. You both knew there were risks.

I could've eased up on that last punch, you know,

but I was thinking, if-if-if

ljust shake him up, hit him in the head.

- Son, son, son.

I've seen a lot of fights and a lot of vicious fighters.

You are not one of them.

Now, what happened in there

was an accident, plain and simple.

You don't want to be beating yourself up overthat.

I better get to the hospital.

You take care of yourfighter.

- Yes, sir.

- Levon.

It was a fairfight.

You rememberthat.

- I gotta see him.

- That's not such a good idea.

- But I gotta know how he is.

- Wait until the tempers have cooled down a little.

- Look, you don't know my hood, man.

Things don't get cool there.

- Another reason not to go to the hospital.

- I gotta know!

- All right. I'll go with you. Okay?

- All right.

- Okay. - Okay.

[siren]

- Jamal, how's your brother doing?

- Don't be stepping to me like you care.

- I care, yo.

- You won. That's what it's all about, right?

- Surely it's about more than that.

It should be about competition and fair play...

- It's about winning. Everybody knows that.

You win, you move up. You lose, you go down.

- How's he doing? How's Deron doing?

- He's got some kind of coma thing.

They don't even know if he's gonna make it or not,

which makes him a loser... big time.

- Look, I know you're not gonna believe this, but I'm really sorry.

- You don't even know what sorry is yet, chump.

But you're gonna.

- Chicago P.D.!

Hit the dirt! Kiss the dirt! [barking]

Where's Levon? - Where's Jamal?

[sirens]

- Stay.

- I'm just saying that Jamal had a point.

- On the top of his head.

- No, the emphasis on winning over everything else

tends to exacerbate the dangers of boxing.

- Is that because I said kill him?

This is lingo. This is what I'm talking about.

When I said kill him, you know, I mean hit him,

win, not like "kill him."

- Detective Vecchio?

- I'm not trying to suggest you were encouraging a homicide.

- Guys.

- Levon's a good kid. He wasn't trying to kill anybody.

Box, you get hurt. That's parforthe course.

- Well, if that's the case,

then perhaps protective helmets would be a good idea.

- Are you booking these guys,

or are they just part of some colourful parade?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're booking 'em.

Helmets?

Ha-ha! Come on, Fraser,

you're not serious about this helmet thing.

- Well, why not?

- Because it's the sweet science. Boom, boom, boom, it's an art.

You'd put a helmet on an artist? I think not.

- No, but artists don't get hit in the head.

Although, you know, it's widely rumoured

that Hieronomous Bosch used to repeatedly bang his skull

into his easel to stimulate his vision.

- I love that, but think about auto racing.

I mean, they make it safe, what is the point?

- What are you saying? That the point is the danger?

- No, boxing is the point. Danger is just a part of it.

- Well, you know, if they wore protective helmets,

it would minimize the danger.

- You are so, so, so... Canadian!

- It's just logic, Ray.

- Logic? Exactly. Boxing has nothing to do with logic.

It is sport taken to its purest nut.

It is muscle, sweat, guts, torque, load.

I mean, you ever meet a logical person who would bite off another man's ear?

- It's just another argument for protective helmets, with earflaps.

- You admit I'm right or I'll pop you in the head.

- We're not dealing with logic now, are we?

- Logic-shmogic. Admit I'm right or I'll pop you.

- Oh, well, gee, in that case, Ray, I guess you're right.

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

Levon's got a buddy up on Vacuum Street.

- You mean Hoover?

- Hoover Street. It's gonna be a long night.

[rooster crowing]

- Hey.

You guys have a long night?

- Good morning, Francesca.

- Hi, Fraser. Can I get you a coffee, tea... foot massage?

- No, thank you, Francesca.

Look, can you call the hospital and see if Deron is doing okay?

- I called 10 minutes ago. There's no change.

Neck rub?

- No, thank you kindly.

Maybe next week.

- Come on! Where the hell is he?

- Well, we know that he didn't go home.

- Vecchio.

Want you to pick up Levon Jefferson.

- Yeah, we've been trying to do that all night, sir.

- Why's that?

- Jamal Martin and a bunch of his pals jumped us and he split.

- We think Martin may still be after him.

- Oh, that's unlikely.

A patrol car just found Martin dead in an alley.

I want you to pick up Jefferson. Suspicion of homicide.

[Mort singing opera]

- Ohhh! That's ugly.

- Yeah, he got a pretty good working over.

- At least this one is nice and fresh.

You should see them afterthree, four days...

- Mort, come on.

- Squeamish?

- Human.

You wouldn't know anything about that.

- It's the live ones that make me squeamish.

- Look, can you give an estimated time of departure?

- Give me a moment.

[singing opera]

I'd say

between 9 p.m. last night and 4 a.m. this morning.

- That's really accurate. We saw him around 10:00.

- Well, it narrows down a bit, doesn't it?

- Look, Levon didn't do this.

- What makes you say that? - 'Cause I know the kid.

- Maybe I'll put Jack and Dewey on this case.

- No, no, no, no, you don't.

I'll bring him in.

His knuckles there... he looks

like he's been punching a concrete wall.

- Oh, yes. He fought hard. - And his face.

You think the average guy in the street

could do that kind of damage?

- No. No, it needs a lot of skill and strength.

- Right, a boxer.

- I didn't say he couldn't, I said he wouldn't.

- I'd like to take your word for it,

but the Prosecuting Attorney's Office will want more.

- Look, Fraser, I said

no tasting stuff in the morgue.

Ah, that is sick. That is...

I don't get that.

- Is that a new method?

Did you find something?

- Bok choy.

- We found him behind a Chinese restaurant.

There was garbage all overthe place.

- You don't have to taste a dead guy's stuff to be a cop.

We knew that already. - Furosemide?

- Diuretic.

- Was he taking it?

- Maybe.

- Can you test for it?

- I could.

I have to go in.

Why would I do it?

- Be... because, uh...

Fraser, why does...

- There's no compelling reason.

Well, never mind.

We don't really need to know.

- Fraser, a word with you

for a second?

Look, Fraser, don't hang me out to dry like that.

- Like what, Ray?

- Don't ask if the guy was taking diuress or whatever

and when I ask him about doing some tests,

go, "Oh, never mind, nobody needs to know anyway."

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry doesn't cut it, Fraser. I'm a detective.

A detective's got to have credibility with guys like Mort.

You pull stunts like that and I lose face.

- Oh, I think you have a surfeit of face, Ray.

- Francesca, can you get, uh, Tony Miller in here, please.

- Dief. - You got a number?

- He's in the phone book under Cabrini Gangsters.

- Gangsters are in the phone book?

- If they got a phone, they're in the book.

Huey, can you make this call for me?

It's Winona Jefferson. That's Levon's aunt.

He lives there. See if he came home.

- Ray, Ray, Ray. - What?

- I need your advice on something.

Let's say you knew someone, maybe even a friend.

Hypothetically speaking, let's say this friend had an odour.

- What kind of odour?

- Bacon bits and fish.

- Oh, you're talking about your stinky partner.

- You noticed too, huh?

- Yeah, what's the question?

- Am I obligated to tell him?

- No, you're obligated to hose him down.

Fraser, come on, let's go.

- We're off to look for Levon?

- No, the people who are looking for him.

- Ah. Dief. Dief.

Dief. Dief.

Would you mind?

- Okay, Fraser, we gotta be kind of polite here.

- Well, that's right up my alley, Ray. Dief.

- No, this is, uh, a special kind of polite.

It's like, uh, a lingo thing.

- Ah, I understand.

They're wearing headsets, Ray.

Seems kind of organized for a street gang, isn't it?

- Well, this is the USA.

This is, you know, they got equal opportunity.

They got upward mobility.

- Ah. Good day, gentlemen.

- Yo, that's a bad-ass outfit.

- He insulted the uniform.

- He meant good. Bad means good.

He digs the uniform.

- You mean it's the lingo thing, sort of flip-flopped?

Understood.

Yes, sir, it is bad.

It is red serge, and it represents the Queen.

- Oh, the Queen.

Oh, that's cool. - Thank you kindly.

- We're here to see Duval Edwards.

- Yeah, yeah. You are?

Ah, yo, I've got one of those.

Yo, I got it in a cereal box.

I'm thinking I'm gonna squeeze Mr. Heat

in a few hours, so yo, 'sup?

- Sir, we understand that we don't have an appointment,

but we hoped you could accommodate us.

- Accommodate you? - Hopefully, yes.

- Homes, can I have a word with you?

- A'ight. A'ight.

- Yo, boom, this is straight up.

I mean, I'm Starsky, he's Hutch.

...in particular, this is the lanyard...

- We showed you our colours, flashed our badges.

There's not gonna be any trouble.

We just wannna talk to him for 10 minutes.

- Yeah, so what's it worth?

...Should you lose

control of your weapon, you don't have to dismount,

you simply just scoop it up,

and presto, you have it in your hand again.

It's something you gentlemen might want to consider.

- Yeah.

- Nice lads.

- He's crazy, man.

- This diur-thingy, what is that?

- It's a drug that increases the rate of urine formation in the kidneys.

- Is that good?

- Well, for certain medical conditions, yes.

- So you think he was sick and that's what killed him?

- No, no, no, I'm quite certain he was beaten to death.

- Well, then, why did you ask for...

Forget it.

- Ray, maybe you can help me with this lingo thing.

Is there a reference book for it?

- No reference book. It's street. Like that stuff at the door.

Certain words are flipped, like bad means good.

- What if something's bad?

- It's just bad.

- Isn't that confusing?

- To a Mountie, yeah.

See, "fly" is "good."

"That's the bomb" is "great."

- Oh, I see... so I could say, for instance,

"Ray, my very good friend, you are a flying bomb."

- Nah, that doesn't work.

Example: Homes better keep it real,

'cause we're just up forthe 4-1-1.

We don't want him to go the whole nine yards

and pull his gat and bang, bang, put a cap in us.

You know, 'cause we'd be down on a 187.

- I see, and a 187 is...?

- Dead.

- Dead, ah.

[loud music playing]

- I usually don't allow dogs in here.

- Well, actually, he's half wolf.

- That's better?

- The wolf's cool.

A couple of your guys tried to take our heads off last night.

- My guys?

- Well, they were wearing Rollin' 22 colours.

- All the wrong people seem to be getting those jackets.

- Jamal was hanging with them.

- So this is about Jamal getting killed?

- No, this is about Levon Jefferson not getting killed.

- The guys take things like this kind of hard.

Jamal had a lot of friends in the 22s.

He was heading up ouryouth program.

- Youth program... that's commendable.

- You know, try to give a little something back to the community.

- Right, in return for all the drug money you take out of it.

The thing is, Levon did not kill Jamal.

- Sure, and he had nothing to do with Deron going to the hospital.

- We want you to talk to your guys and get them to chill.

- You don't understand. We got 28,000 members. I mean...

Some days, I don't even get to talk to them.

- 28,000, that... that's the population of Moose Jaw.

- Canadian.

- Yes, how did you know?

- Lucky guess.

I've been thinking about branching out up there.

- Really? You know, I'm not sure my government

would look too favourably upon that.

- See, you know, that's the problem with you Canadians

and this thing called free trade.

I mean, you guys want access to our markets

and still try to protect your own.

- I'm not sure it's a question of trade

as much as it is a moral issue.

The fact that you're involved in criminal activities...

selling drugs, for instance.

Oddly, that's something we frown upon north of the 49th Parallel.

- There's always some excuse.

- Uh, did you see Jamal last night?

- And what if I did?

- When?

- Around 10:30, maybe a little after.

- After we encountered him.

Hmm, this could be helpful.

How much time did you spend with him?

- Not long. We had some business to go over.

- Did he happen to say where he was going after?

- To the gym, to get some stuff out of his brother's locker.

[barking]

- One of yours?

- Yup.

- He's good.

- You pounding sand oryou just dumb?

The boy stinks.

- He looks strong.

- Strong don't mean nothing.

Look around.

They're all strong.

You gotta have the head for it oryou'll never be a fighter.

Look at him. He's showing everything.

He's opening up after every shot.

Hell, I could beat him.

Mason, step it up.

Oh, cover up, cover up!

He's hitting you with everything he's got.

Go work the heavy bag.

That can't hit you back.

That's quite a nasty cut you have there.

- It ain't nothing.

- Well, still, maybe a little antibiotic ointment

could do the trick here. - I said it ain't nothing.

- Where did you get that, Fraser?

- Oh, it's not important.

- He's just embarrassed 'cause that kid cut him.

- Well, I understand. Although, you know,

judging from the granulation at the edge of the wound,

it would appear to be an old injury.

- Did you see Jamal Martin last night?

- Not afterthe fight.

- Somebody whacked him.

- Jamal?

Why?

That's what we're trying to determine, sir.

We think he may have come back here to collect his brother's things.

- That's easy enough to find out.

Here's Deron's locker.

- Looks like Jamal never got here.

- Looks that way, doesn't it?

Hmm.

What do you think, Diefenbaker?

[sniffing]

My thought exactly.

- What are you doing?

- Don't ask.

- Hmm.

- Is that like a good hmm, or a bad hmm?

- It's like a soy-sauce hmm.

- Hmm. - Mm-hmm.

- So Deron was in the alley. No! Deron was in the hospital.

Jamal picked up Deron's clothes and took them to the alley.

Somebody killed him... then stole the clothes

and put them back in the locker? That's d-u-m, dumb.

- Well, there is another possibility.

[cell phone ringing]

- What's that? - Deron liked Chinese food.

- Yeah, I like Chinese food. Let's go for some.

Yeah, Vecchio. - They're after me!

- Stay put, we'll be right there.

[yelling]

[gunshots]

- Oh, man.

Am I glad to see you.

You really saved my butt.

- Fraser, I can't.

- You have no choice, Ray.

- You're under arrest forthe, uh...

murder of Jamal Martin.

- Say what?

- You're under arrest forthe murder of Jamal Martin.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say may be... held against you in a court of law.

If you cannot...

afford a lawyer, one will be appointed to you.

Where were you between 10:00 and 4:00 last night?

- I already told you. I was on the street, moving.

- You were hiding from the 22s, weren't you?

- Yeah, hiding.

- Only they found you, didn't they? Jamal Martin found you!

- Come on, ease up on him.

He's just a kid. - Talking to you, kid!

I didn't see nobody!

- Wow, they're really broiling him.

- Grilling, Francesca, It's called grilling.

- Grilling, broiling, pan frying...

I think you know what I mean, Mr. Vocabulary.

Hi, Frase.

- Francesca.

...help you if you lie to us?

- I'm not lying!

I didn't do anything! - No, you just beat a guy to death...

- Come on, they can't do that. - Where are you going?

- In there. - No, you're not.

You're fartoo personally involved.

- 'Cause I don't want them torturing a kid?

- They're not doing anything you wouldn't do.

- Right.

Good one.

- I'm sure he didn't mean that, sir.

- I'm sure he didn't.

...I didn't do anything. I've already told you.

I was on the street, moving.

- Hi, Fraser.

- Ah, Francesca.

- Have you, uh, have you seen Ray?

- Yeah.

He said he was going someplace to think.

Whatever mythical place that might be.

- Ah.

- Uh... Is that all?

- Uh, yes, thank you, kindly.

- Bye, Fraser.

- Dief.

I thought I'd find you here.

- He's a good kid, Fraser, great kid.

- Nevertheless, Ray, it was your duty to arrest him.

- It was my fault.

I got him all hyped forthe fight.

I trained him.

- Yes, but, Ray, you couldn't possibly have foreseen

what was gonna happen inside that ring.

- I should've left him alone.

I should've just got him to stop.

[panting]

- I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.

- You want to make me feel better?

Come on, Fraser, let's get ready to rumble.

- Right you are.

- What are you doing, Fraser?

- I'm sparring.

- No, you're not, I'm sparring.

You're standing there like a... Mountie.

- Well, I am a Mountie.

- I know that, Fraser, but try to hit me.

- Well, I'd really rather not.

- Rather not.

I don't care what you'd rather not... do it.

- Why would I want to hit a friend?

- Because it's traditional in this sport.

You just try to hit me, come on.

- No, thank you.

- Hit me, hit me. - No.

- Hit me. - No.

- Hit me.

- Oh!

- I'm sorry, you all right?

- I wasn't ready.

You see, you really probably would benefit more

by doing this with a professional.

I mean, there are certain drawbacks to being Canadian.

- You might make a fairfighter.

You got the head for it.

- Thank you very much.

- Not you, the Mountie.

- You know, it might cheeryou up a whole lot more, Ray,

if you sparred with Mr. Dixon.

- I'm game for it if he is.

- Okay?

- You know, there really was no cause for worry.

But I must say, I do appreciate your concern.

It's been very rare these days.

[bell ringing]

- Don't worry.

Mason won't hurt him... much.

- Ouch!

- Has there been any change in Deron's condition?

- Nothing.

I wouldn't try to psych out yourfriend, you know.

Deron might be the best I evertrained.

Could've gone all the way.

- You don't think perhaps he was a little heavy?

- What are you talking about?

- He's a heavyweight.

So he wasn't concerned then with keeping down his weight.

- The opposite.

The kid worked so hard, it was tough to keep the weight on him.

He's a good, loyal kid, too.

He would have stuck with me.

Not like the others.

[bell ringing]

[moaning]

[coughing]

- So, now you've sparred.

- Yes, Fraser, I have sparred.

- And you feel better?

- Ah, yeah, I feel better.

- Mentally and spiritually, I presume,

because your physical condition is truly appalling.

- I'm good.

- You don't want to talk about it. It's perfectly understandable.

I mean, after all, the core of pugilism

really is more of the mental and spiritual quest, isn't it?

Sort of like mountaineering or marathon dancing

orthe Iditarod.

- Shut up.

- As you wish.

[bones cracking]

- Do you need some help? - No.

- I think it may be possible to clear Levon of Jamal's murder.

- How?

- Well, to a certain extent, it will depend on whether or not

Jamal was actually taking the Furosemide

that we found in his effects.

- That's the diru-what's it you didn't get Mort to test for?

- Exactly. We should go to the lab and pick up the results.

- You didn't get him to test for it.

- Nevertheless, we said enough to stimulate his curiosity.

- Yeah, but those stiffs in the morgue

got more curiosity than Mort.

- We'll soon find out.

- Ten bucks.

- Oh, I never wager.

- You don't bet, you don't fight.

What do Canadians do at night, play charades?

- At night? We sleep.

[singing opera]

- Mort, Mort, Mort, Mort, Mort, Mort, Mort.

- Oh.

I've been expecting you.

He wasn't taking Furosemide.

What significance it has, I don't know.

However, I also discovered there was no medical condition

that would require diuretics.

- Thank you kindly.

[singing opera]

[Fraser]: The Furosemide belonged to his brother.

[Ray]: To Deron?

Yes. We have reason to believe that Jamal emptied Deron's locker

and had his things with him when he was killed.

- The soy sauce. - And the bok choy.

- Why would Deron want the diuretic?

- Well, I had thought to lose weight.

Apparently, he had the opposite problem.

He couldn't keep weight on. - Steroids?

- Probably. Burfighters are tested for steroids,

so he took the diuretic to flush his system,

which would make the urine tests unreliable.

- Deron was taking steroids. - Which can cause disorientation

and even coma under certain circumstances.

- Jamal got his stuff, found the steroids.

He wanted to turn in the guy who gave them to Deron,

so the guy whacked him, took the steroids,

put the clothes back in the locker.

We find the guy who gave Deron steroids.

- I think that's substantially it.

- No.

It can't be Devlin.

He's what fighting's all about.

He's the best. I mean, he...

- He's a trainer who badly needed a champion, Ray.

- Sounds very interesting, with one missing detail, some proof.

- If Deron was taking steroids...

- lf, if, that's a big word.

- Well, Francesca's checking with the hospital now.

- Isn't it a little late to be testing?

- Undoubtedly, they drew blood when he was admitted.

It may be possible to test that.

- A lot of people would think Franko Devlin

is one heck of a guy; ljust might be one of them.

- Yeah, me too, but...

- That's all right. If he's dirty, you take him down.

You just make sure you're right.

- ljust called the hospital. - Can they do the tests?

- No, but there's another way to find out:

ask Deron. He just woke up.

- I don't know who killed Jamal, but it wasn't Franko Devlin.

- You weren't taking steroids.

- Would you want an innocent man

to be convicted of your brother's murder?

- Innocent guys go down all the time.

- Look, you're 10 times the fighter

that Levon Jefferson is or could be.

- I must've had a bad night.

- You don't care who killed your brother?

- I don't care?

He was my brother.

He was my bro... he...

- I know, okay.

And... and... and it couldn't have been, uh, Franko Devlin?

Could it?

'Cause that guy was like a lucky rabbit's foot to you.

- He believed in me.

He believed I could be the best.

- You had to put the weight on.

So he gave you the 'roids and it almost killed you.

- He believed I could be a champion.

- Now you're gonna cover for him.

- It wasn't Franko.

Franko wouldn't kill anybody.

- Did he give you the steroids?

- Just for some bulk.

Not enough to hurt me.

I was gonna quit in a couple weeks.

- Devlin, got some good news.

Deron's awake.

- Yeah, I heard.

I'm going overto see him just as soon as I'm finished here.

- Do you think he's gonna want to keep on fighting?

- Well, I've seen guys come back from worse.

- Even afteryou've been pumping them full of steroids?

- Nice job.

Leaning on a kid when he's in the hospital.

- Actually, he talked with us quite willingly.

- Yeah, seeing that you put him there.

- Your guy got in a lucky punch.

- Man, I thought you were the best.

- I am the best!

- Why'd you do it?

- What did I do, huh?

I gave that kid a chance to win.

You think that half the guys out here aren't on that stuff

or whatever else they can get their hands on?

- A corrupt system is no justification

for personal corruption, Mr. Devlin.

- We're talking about winning here.

- I thought that fighting was about more than just winning.

- Not when you make your living at it.

- Come on, we can talk downtown. - I got nothing more to say.

- Don't worry, I got a lot of questions.

- No! They're after Franko! They're after Franko!

- Ah, gentlemen... - These aren't gentlemen, Fraser.

- A quick word, Ray?

They perhaps are unaware that we're police officers.

I mean, they're probably unfamiliar with my uniform,

and you haven't identified yourself.

- Right, Chicago P.D.

- You guys are cops, man?

- That's correct... My name's Constable Benton Fraser,

Royal Canadian Mounted Police. - Look, Fraser, don't bore them.

- Let me go, Mason.

I know you're trying to help, but it's the wrong way.

- Devlin, you're under arrest. You too.

- He was trying to defend me.

- Yeah, well, we like to call that resisting arrest.

Fraser, throw these on Punchie.

- Certainly. - Let me take him.

- We'll get a lawyer and be out in an hour.

- On homicide? I don't think so.

- Homicide?

- Let me take him.

- I gave a kid something to bulk up.

That's it. I didn't kill anybody.

- You forget about Jamal?

- Levon killed Jamal.

- You did it because he learned about the steroids.

- He did?

- He didn't kill nobody.

- He did, Mason. He's going to jail for it.

- No, he wouldn't do that!

- Oh, no? Not even to protect himself?

- No.

- No. But you might, mightn't you?

You might kill someone in orderto protect him.

- Mason? [banging]

- You reopened that cut overyour eye yesterday.

You didn't have it before the fight.

- He didn't? - No, he didn't, Ray.

It was opened up sometime afterthe fight.

- Fighting Jamal.

- I think that's correct.

I'm sure you didn't intend to kill him.

- He found out about the steroids.

He was gonna tell.

- It's all over, Mason.

- No!

- You stay put.

... For a time all hell's

Cubically contained

Starched and bottled

Pressed and altered

And at the ready for the reins

The first tiny little shadows

Of my creepy little thoughts

Inhabit all that matters

And I lose by default

And I'll never promise

Anything again

I'll never promise

Anything again...

[yelling]

... I'll never promise

I'll never promise Anything again

Anything again anything again

I'll never promise

Anything again

Ah, little help here, Fraser.

- Are you sure you want that? I mean, this is, after all,

an intensely personal, individual journey, isn't it?

- Yeah, help.

- Okay, think Zaire 1974.

- Oh!

- Ooh, New Orleans '78.

That's it.

Think Chicago.

[bell ringing]

Perfect.

You did it.

- Take him on.

- I was stickin', I was movin'.

I was bobbin', I was weavin'. Boom, boom, boom.

He comes on strong. Think Ali, '74, rope-a-dope.

Into the ropes, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, bang!

I win.

Just... Yeah, I win.

- You know, Ray, he probably just doesn't appreciate

the finer points of head butting... boxing.

- Devlin was a hell of a trainer.

- Well, maybe he can continue to be.

You know, one mistake

doesn't necessarily mean the end of a career.

Think about Richard Nixon.

That's probably not a good example.

- Speaking about mistakes, Fraser, we're friends, right?

- Certainly.

- Partners? - Absolutely.

- So you look into a ring and you see this large goon, uh,

trying to beat your partner, and yourfriend, to death

with his bare hands, so what do you generally do?

- Well, you help. - Right.

- Oh. I see where you're headed with this.

No, in this particular case, Ray,

I knew this was just a continuation of your earlier match,

and that you had to go this alone

as part of your mental and spiritual quest.

- Next time... - Yes?

- Help. - Understood.

Well, Ray the bomb, let's keep it real, 4-1-1 and 'sup.

- What? Fraser, what are you doing?

Just getting down with my bad self.

House boys.

- Oh, man! - Home boys, it's...

- Home boys, home boys.

- He's Canadian, he... a little funny.

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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