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- When do you see
this apartment?

- At 10:00.
So we've got time for a game.

- And this guy is good, right?
- Oh, he's very good. Aha!

- Ah, Fraser. Carrot bran?
- No, oat bran. It's Tuesday.

- Oh, right.
- Always oat bran on Tuesday.

- Right, right, yeah.
- This is Ray. Ray, this is...

- H.
- H., like the letter H?

- Correct.
Beautiful day.

- H., is that short
for something?

- Uh, oh, uh...
there's no 1540 Belden Avenue.

The street ends at 1500.

- H. receives calls
in the plate he has in his head.

- Oh.

- It was off the coast
of Finland.

Helsinki desk. Big dispute.
Three Russian fishermen.

- Oh, Helsinki desk. So you,
what, work with the CIA?

- Who do you work for?

- He's with the Chicago P.D.

- Oh.

[P.A.]: Dr. Jeff Barker,
paging Dr. Jeff Barker.

Please pick up
the courtesy phone.

- Taxi!

- Uh...

Um...

Um...

- Interesting stratagem.

Double bluff
and hide in plain view.

I used that ruse in '56

to smuggle Sandros
out of Budapest

before the tanks
came rolling in.

- Uh, what's he talking about?

- He's a super-secret

espionage spy guy,
and nobody knows about it

except you and me
and everyone else.

- Will you stop mocking me?

You get on my nerves.
Just stop it. Stop it.

Ah, now, let me see.

How about...

That.

Checkmate.

- No way.

- Yeah, I think
he's got you, Ray.

- Okay, another game,
double or nothing.

- Ray, we really
should get going.

- Oh, yes,

I hope you like the apartment.

You'd be a great asset
to this neighbourhood.

- Oh, thank you kindly.

- Now, what's the time?

Oh, oh, I'm late.

Is there a... is there
a back way out of here?

Move out of the way, will you?

- I had him, Fraser.
I was hustling him.

I gave him a couple of games,

then I was gonna crank him
forthe big money.

I bet he's on lithium
the size of pudding pops.

- Uh, Ray, it's this way.
- No, no, it's this way.

- Diefenbaker's
very rarely wrong.

- Okay, this time, when
you're talking to the landlord,

do not volunteer
that he's a wolf, okay?

You are a wolf. Yes, I know.

But most people
aren't as open-minded as you.

- Don't talk to the dog
in public. It embarrasses me.

- Understood.
- Okay.

- I'm telling you,
there's no 1540 Belden, dispatch.

The street just ends.

- Thirty-two years.

No contact.

Oh, suspicious-looking.

What's he up to?

Okay, okay,

stay calm.

Oh, contact.

- Maybe it's a combination

of electromagnetism,
cellular phones, radio waves.

Some things confuse him.
- Oh, yeah, that must be it.

- You know, Ray, it's sad.

It's sad and pathetic to watch
a grown man gloat over besting a dog.

- You have your hobbies,
I have mine.

- It's not a hobby,
it's, it's...

- Help. Help!

- It's Albert.

- Chicago P.D.

You okay?
- Fine.

- H.!

- Ray.

- What's that?

- It's a theatre ticket.
- So?

Pitter-patter,
let's get at her. Come on.

Hey.

Hey, come on.

Hey.

Hey.

- The press is gonna love this.

- I barely tapped him.
I threw him a dead fish.

- He dropped dead.

He heart-attacked or something.
He was assaulting this old guy.

We don't know, but somehow it
involved these theatre tickets.

You killed a guy for scalping?

- Look, the mayor does not like it
when the Chicago P.D.

goes around
killing its citizens.

- Look, he had no ID.

He might not have even
been a citizen.

- That's great,
he's a foreigner,

so it doesn't matter
that we killed him.

Chamber of Commerce
is gonna love that one.

Great fortourism.

Oh, where's this old guy now?

- Fraser's out looking for him.

- Dead body, it's downstairs?
- Yeah.

- All right, I wanna know
who this guy is,

and I wanna know now.

When they ask me upstairs,
who is this guy we killed,

I wanna be able
to write a book about him.

- Yes, sir.
- Now, when you kill a guy,

this whole department
has killed that guy.

Do you understand?
- Look, I barely tapped him.

- You understand?

- I didn't even
bruise my hammer.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, sir.

- This it, boy?

Well, perhaps
we can find the manager.

That's trespassing.

Well, maybe just this, uh...
once.

Hmm, Count Leipnitz,
Art of the Spy.

[sniffing]

[Diefenbaker whining]

- Oh!

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Are you all right?

- Who are you?

- My name
is Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP.

And 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.

- Are you the police?

- Well, yes, but I'm here
strictly in an unofficial capacity.

Well, I'm looking
for Mr. Hanrahan.

- Uh, uh, he moved out.

- Oh.

When?

- About an hour ago.

- I see. Do you, by any chance,
know where he's gone?

- But if you find him, you tell
him he owes me a week's rent.

- Oh, so you own the building.

- I'm the manager.

- I see. Do you also live here?

- Yes.

- I see.

- Uh, my-my-my gun, please.

That gun's my protection.

Please give me back my gun.

- Do you have a permit
forthis weapon, ma'am?

- Well, I...

- You see, that could be
a bit of a problem.

Mr. Hanrahan?
It's Constable Fraser.

- What are you doing?
This is my apartment.

- Yes, I realize that, ma'am.

Mr. Hanrahan, it's extremely
important that I speak with you.

- Oh... Come in.

- Thank you kindly.

- How did you find me?

- The single strand of hair
that you used

to monitoryour beside drawer...
the same stylish tone

that makes your hair
so pleasing to the eye.

Also, your pillowcase
carried the floral scent

that I notice you favour.

And I see you are a reader
of Count Leipnitz.

- Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

"The man who is truly hidden..."

- "...is the man
who hides beside himself."

- Yes, yeah.

- And the man
who attacked you today...?

- I don't rememberthat one.

- Oh, no, no,

I'm actually talking about
the man who attacked you today.

- Oh, you're actually asking me
about the man who attacked me today.

- Yes, actually, today.

- Yeah.

That is a matter
of national security.

- I see.

The man is dead.

- I'll talk to you,
but she has to leave the room.

- Oh, Albert.

- Now, Ruth, we've been
through this many, many times.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, it's very private.

Constable, I'm a coward.

- You're not a coward, sir.
I've seen your medal.

From Korea. There were no cowards
at the Chosin Reservoir.

- That was years ago.

I was just a kid.

But I've become...
I've become...

afraid.

I'm afraid of choice.

I'm afraid of responsibility.

I've been hiding from reality.

And my excuse is, I've been waiting
for my country to call on me.

Finally, they call... look.

Look, there's...
there's nothing left of me.

Nothing but talk and talk
and talk and...

and fear.

- Sir, excuse me.

Are you telling me that
you're an intelligence operative

in deep cover living here
in this rooming house,

that you receive unwelcome taxi
calls on a plate in your head,

you play chess in a park

and that you're waiting for
your government to activate you?

- You've been very well briefed.

- Oh.

Well,

I wonder, then,

if you could explain
the significance of this.

- Albert,
what's going on in there?

- Ruth is so proud of me.

It's gonna break her heart
when she knows the truth.

Now, you go in my place.

Okay?

This is where
you will meet your contact.

[Ray]: Are you completely nuts,
Fraser?

- Not completely, no.
- Come on,

the guy is a mental patient.

He picks up taxi calls via his head.

- Somebody attacked him.

- In that part of town?
What a surprise.

- Vecchio, what's the word
on that John Doe?

- Uh, nothing, sir.
- You been downstairs?

- To the cold meat party?
Not yet, sir.

- Waiting for
an engraved invitation?

- I hate this part.
I really hate this part.

- It's all part of life, Ray.

- Don't tell me
it's part of life.

I know it's a part of life.
It's the worst part.

- You know, eternity
waits for us all, Ray.

And in the knowledge that there's
something largerthan ourselves,

I find a certain peace.

- You lick anything...
I mean anything... I'm gone.

- Understood.

[singing opera]

- Hey.

- Oh, hi, boys.

- Hey, it's freezing in here.
Can't you turn it up a bit?

The heat or something?

- You wouldn't want me to.

- Have you determined
the cause of death?

- I was going to get to him
after dinner.

- Ah. Well, do you mind if I...

- Be my guest.
- Thank you.

- You see, there's a special
at Mendelsshon's.

Chicken Tetrazzini

with peach melba as dessert.

- Clothes. Where's his clothes?

- In that plastic bag there.

- Hmm. He smoked rough tobacco.

Turkish,
possibly a Russian blend.

Liquid soap, the kind
used in airline bathrooms.

- Give me one hour, I'll tell you
what he had for supper.

- Well, you know, I might
be able to do that now.

Well, you see, in the north,

we don't often have access
to postmortem equipment,

so we've developed a very simple,
non-intrusive technique.

- So what do you do?
You smell his breath?

- Yes, actually.

[expelling air]

- Oh, Fraser, that is
the most disgusting thing

I've ever glimpsed.

- Hmm, mm-hmm.

Almonds.

- Can we adjust this light?

Huh.

- That dental work,

it looks like it was done
by gardening tools.

- You see here?
- Yeah.

- One cap
on his third distal molar.

[in unison]: Cyanide.
- Hey, hey, hey!

Include me here.

- I don't think
you killed this man, Ray.

When you hit him in the jaw,

he bit down on a cyanide cap
he had in his tooth

and poisoned himself.

- Good. Good.

This guy has no labels.
Who in hell is he?

- My guess is,

judging by the amount
of kasha between his teeth,

that he arrived in the country
today by plane,

probably on a Polish
or Russian airline.

He smokes Russian cigarettes,

he has a cyanide
cap in his tooth.

Some people might conclude,

as Mr. Hanrahan does,
that he is a Russian spy.

Come on, the Russians can't
afford food, let alone spies, Fraser.

Well, people can starve, Ray,

but a government
can always afford spies.

Well, I've got to get ready.

I'll have to scrub up before
I attend the theatre tonight,

and I'll tell you something,

I'm kind of looking forward to it.

The last time
I went to the theatre,

it was the Great Bear Lake
Opera Appreciation Society's

presentation of
The Shooting of Dan McGrew

at the 17th annual Yellowknife
Cultural Festival and Blanket Toss.

- Come on, Fraser,
you're not serious.

- I never joke about culture.

- I have two tickets

for Lucia di Lammermoor
for Saturday night.

- Oh, I'd love to accompany you.

[singing opera]
Goodbye, Ray.

- Hey, hey, Fraser,
who's gonna ID the body?

- You are.

Here is the ink pad.

And remember,

you have to roll the pad
around the top of his finger.

It's not like printing
a live man. Huh?

- I'm not doing it.

- Well, I'm going for dinner.

Chicken tetrazzini.

- I'm not doing it!

[singing]

Oh, this sucks.

- Don't look at me like that.
I only have the one ticket.

Aside from which,
what do you care?

You're deaf.

- Is that the buyer?

- I don't know.

- Where is Karl?

- I don't know.

- I will deal with this myself.
Wait for me.

The quality of the sound of
music transports me like smoke.

Do you have a light
for my cigarette?

- I'm afraid this is
a non-smoking environment.

- The white raven
waits forthe right wave.

- I see.

- The white raven
waits forthe right wave.

- Oh. Um...
Ahem.

Rusty Ruggles rode his wet
reindeerthrough the red window.

- Are we playing games?

- I thought we were, yes.

- I don't like games.

- Oh.

[music]

- I'm here to do business.

Arms business.

[music]

- You know,
this is so exhilarating for me.

See, we very rarely had
live music where I come from.

- Well?

- Well, because it's so remote.

I mean, the cost of flying
a symphony orchestra in by seaplane

is, well, it's prohibitive.

Not to mention the dangers
inherent of applying one's lips

to brass instruments
in sub-zero temperatures.

As a matter of fact,
there was a very amusing,

if somewhat painful, incident
at the '67 centennial.

- Shh!

- I'm sorry.

- So the feds don't have
his fingerprints on file.

What's the problem?

- But they don't say that.
They're hiding something.

If they didn't have the prints,
they'd come out and say so.

But they don't
- No, no, no, it's government.

They never just come out
and say anything.

We had a seminar: "Information
Sharing in the 21st Century."

We had homework, scribblers,
everything, remember?

- Let it go.

Want to get involved with the feds?
It's always a disaster.

- Hey, you're the one who wanted
to know who the hell this guy was.

- Hey, I changed my mind.

- Lieutenant, I killed the guy.

- Detective...

Look, the shooting team
from Internal Affairs,

they want you available to them,
so don't leave the building.

- But I didn't shoot anybody.

- We don't have a punching team,
so you're going to have to make do.

...when he lost his lips,
he was forced

to abandon the horn section
and he took up the triangle.

- Do you know who I am?

- Actually, no, which is...
- Shh!

- My apologies.

- Are you enjoying this kind
of dangerous little game?

- That's an excellent question.

First of all...

Shhh!

- Follow me.
- As you wish.

- Shhhh!

- Certainly.

- Who do you work for?

- Technically, the queen.

- He works forthe Colonels.

[speaking Russian]

- Oh, you're Russian. I'm sorry.

I mistook you for being English.

- Shhh!

- I'm terribly sorry.

Excuse me.

[music]

- What's happening?

- What is he doing
on the stage?

[thud]
- Oh, my!

- This is ridiculous.

- Bravo!

- Bravo!

- He's in the alley!

[gunshots]

- Get in.

My name's Pike. Cigar?

- No, thank you.
- Wise.

Either way,
you land yourself in a mess.

I first thought that the
Canadians weren't involved.

But, uh,
now I think you're RCMP.

- Well, I am.

- I know you say you are.

- I am, I said.

- You've got RCMP
written all overyou.

Who would everthink you're undercover?
- Who are you?

- Hold this for a second,
will you?

We operate
on a need-to-know basis.

For security reasons, we're not given
a full picture of our objectives.

- So just to be clear,
your organization

is so secret,
you don't know what you're doing.

- Right,
that's absolutely right.

That gentleman who your
partner killed this morning,

he was our conduit to the location
of the weapon stockpiles.

Now we're back to square one.
- Who are the Colonels?

- What do you know
about the Colonels?

- Well, nothing, I'm afraid.

- When the Soviet Union split up,
the KGB went freelance.

They split up into two groups:

The mafia and the Colonels,

both fighting for control
of black-market activity.

We believe Colonels
have an agent

deep in America
code-named Nautilus.

- Odd designation.
Does he lift weights?

- No. No one's ever seen him.

He stays underfor long periods.

Nerves of steel.

How much do the Canadians know?

- Well, that depends
on the Canadian.

Educational opportunities
vary from region to region.

- Ha, the old
double-blind manoeuvre.

Used that in Reykjavik in '81.
Ever been to Reykjavik?

- Uh, no, no, I haven't.

- Most beautiful women
in the world there.

Their skin...

Must be the cold air.

They found us!

[police siren]

- No, I don't think so.

- Take a run forthe Mexican border.

Fresh passports, new IDs.

- I'm afraid
that I have responsibilities.

- Time's up.
Watch your step. Adios.

- Oh, man, my tunes!

- Good evening.

- What the...?

Terribly sorry about this,

but a bit of glue,
I'm sure it'll be as good as new.

Ah, thanks for coming, Ray.

- You mind telling me
what the hell's going on, Fraser?

- Have you ever seen
The Magic Flute?

- Oh, yeah, hundreds of times.
- Then I'm sure you'll agree

it's the most interesting
evening in the theatre.

- Oh, yeah.

I checked with the FBI file,
but I couldn't find squat.

- If the FBI files are closed
to us, perhaps the RCMP

will be more generous
with their information sharing.

I hope Francesca doesn't
mind me using her station.

- She'll never wash those keys again.
It'll be like Wayne Newton typed here.

- I'll just log on to the computer
at the Consulate and piggyback

onto the mainframe database
control in Ottawa.

- How did you learn to do that?

- Well, early-childhood
piano training is an asset.

Do you have
his fingerprint card?

- How can she work here?

It's like a... pigsty.

Oh, here it is.

- Thank you kindly.

Consular access code

should override
any restricting systems.

- That's him.

- "Karl Almazov.

Former major in the KGB.

Since the break-up
of the Soviet Union,

has been working freelance
for gun runners, drug dealers,

the I.R.A., whoever
has the price of his wage.

He's suspected..." Oh, dear.
- What, what?

- It's top secret.

- You're kidding me.
- No, what I'm doing right now

could be considered grounds
fortreason. Close your eyes.

- Come on, Fraser.

- You will have to
close your eyes.

- Take a chill pill.
- Thank you.

"He is suspected
of being involved

in the sale of a large shipment

of stolen Russian
military equipment.

This equipment is believed
to have entered..." No peeking.

- I wasn't.
- You were.

- Wasn't.
- Liar.

"...is believed to have entered
the United States

some time on June 23 through..."

Stop it!
- Stop what?

- You know very well what.

[mumbling]

- What are you mumbling about?

- I'm sorry.

Basically,
Canadian Intelligence believes

that there's a second armed group
known only as the Colonels,

and that they will attempt
to intercept this shipment.

- Wasn't that who the chick
at the ballet thought you were,

the Colonels?
- Exactly.

- How did you get into FBI files?

- Hey, it's Canadian files.
- The RCMP files, sir.

- Canadians have computers?

- Strangely, yes.

In addition to that, we also
have our own newsmagazine,

Maclean's, as well
as a special edition

of Sports illustrated,
although that is something

of a hot potato in the area
of cultural protection,

which, if I might add,

the Americans refuse
to acknowledge even exists.

- That's terrific. You're to stay
out of this, is that clear?

- Yes, sir.
- I'll clearyou with the shooting team

but you're to have
no further involvement in this,

oryou'll be teaching
traffic directing in Zaire.

- Yes, sir.
- Uh, sir, Zaire has changed

its name. It's now
the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

- I don't care.
- Ah.

- Now, out, out.
Two of you, get out.

- Three bags full, sir.

What the hell does that mean?

- Well, that means there was
a coup d'�tat in the jungle...

- Not that, I mean the computer.

- It means Mr. Hanrahan's
in great danger.

- Where are we going?

- Someplace where you'll be safe.

- Are you sure
this is necessary?

- That's what I said.

- It's quite necessary.

- Oh, I need a rest.

- Oh, I'm putting you
straight to bed.

Come on.
- Okay.

- You'll be comfortable here.
- You have a problem?

- I don't like old people
sleeping in my bed.

They smell funny, Fraser.

- Perhaps you smell funny.

- Are you gonna tell me

what Albert
is supposed to have done?

- There's a few things
to be done

before we can be certain
of anything.

Don't answerthe door
and don't answerthe phone.

If we're coming, we'll
call, let it ring once,

then hang up
and call right back.

And I'll leave Diefenbaker
here with you. You stay.

- Fraser, the wolf
can't stay here.

- Why not?

- Because of the, uh, turtle.

- Diefenbaker has no interest
in the turtle.

- The turtle and the wolf
are natural enemies, Fraser.

Grrr, they're fighting
and they...

- Stay.

Would you lock the door
behind us?

- I'll look afteryourturtle.

- Ray, I wonder if you could
drop me by the Consulate.

I'll try to get more information
on the Colonels.

- Don't you ever sleep?
- Well, of course I do, Ray.

I had a 30-second nap coming
downstairs. Very refreshing.

- Ah!

- Oh, look,
you're an early riser.

Well, seeing as you're up,
a Miss Hanrahan's here to see you.

Drool.

Hanrahan?

Miss Hanrahan?

Detective Vecchio.

- Oh, they said
you found my father.

- Who said?

- The Veteran's hospital
at Waukegan.

They called me last night.

- We only put that inquiry
on the computeryesterday.

I mean,
they don't waste any time.

- I came as fast as I could.

They said you found him.

Fouryears,
I'd almost given up hope.

Where is he? Is he all right?

- Yeah. Uh, can I see some ID?

- Certainly.

- Ugh.

Thanks.

Um, hate to have to ask you,
but there are...

Yourfather ever work
forthe government?

- No, he was an accountant.

Until his breakdown.

He was taking treatment at the
Vet and then he disappeared.

Detective,

I really must see my father.

- Yeah, okay, um,
I'll take you to him.

- Do you often sleep
at the station?

- I, uh, live by my wits.

A calling that affords me at times
no great measure of security.

[ring!]

Vecchio.

- Ray, ljust heard back
on that missing Hanrahan guy.

He had a daughter.

- Francesca, way to be
all overthat job.

Guess who's in my car?

- I don't know.
That's a pretty good question,

since the daughter
drowned two years ago.

- Hang up the phone.

Go on.

- Take me to him.

- No.
- Take me to him or I shoot.

- Go ahead.

Go ahead, shoot.
Look, I don't care, lady.

Shoot, I don't care if you
kill the both of us. I'm nuts.

- Slow down.
- I'll kill both of us.

- Slow down.
- Yeah, okay.

- Get in.

Name's Pike.

- Hey, hat's on fire.

Hat's on fire!

- Oh, jeez! Holy!

That hat thing,

that was a mistake.

Don't get me wrong.
I'm a serious man.

- Yeah, right.
Let's see some ID.

- Maybe you should show me
some ID, Ray Kowalski.

[panting]

- What are you...
what are you saying?

- Three years ago,
the Bureau's DCO division

started tracking a mob
lieutenant in Vegas

known as Armando
"The Bookman" Langoustini.

Turns out Ray Vecchio
is a dead ringerfor Langoustini.

So what do they do?
They start grooming him.

And then what do you know?
What do you know happens?

Car crash!

Car crash, The Bookman's killed.

Was it an accident?
You be the judge.

Anyway, this opens
a window of opportunity.

So the feds slide in
Ray Vecchio as The Bookman.

But this is a fragile cover,

so they need to coverthe cover.

They need a new Ray Vecchio

to slide in there
at Division 27, Chicago P.D.

They pick you.

- How do you know all this?

- I know everything.
I know everything.

They tell me everything.

I mean, I know everything.

You graduated from high school
with 61% average.

- Sixty-two.

- That's a failing average
where I come from.

You're 5' 101/2",
weigh 159 pounds,

your vision is 20/60.

You got, uh, no, 20/45.

- Stigmatism,
I have a stigmatism!

- A spark-plug tattoo
on your left shoulder.

- It's on my right shoulder.

- Satellite photos
are often reversed.

- What do you want?

- I do the talking.

I do the talking,
you draw the conclusions.

Get it? Get out,
get out of the car!

- But...!

Ah.

Ah...

Sorry.

- A little bit of glue
and it'll be okay.

[barking]

- I woke up and you were gone.

- Oh, I had to go out and get
something for my headache.

- Oh, I need a drink.

- You know I don't have money
forthat sort of thing.

- I could give you money.
Look at that.

- Where did you get that?

- I got it yesterday,
in the park.

- In the park?

Do you know what this means?

Everyone's been looking
forthis.

There must be a code
or something.

- Oh, yeah, a microdot.

- Oh.

Oh, this is wonderful.

- Shall we call the police?

- No! No.

This is your chance
to be a hero.

- How?

- You're gonna get these men.

- I can't do that.

- Yes, you can.

And I'm going to be
right with you,

and nobody
will ever laugh at you again.

Oh, make me proud, Albert.

- All right, Ruth, I will.

- Let's go.

You wait for me downstairs,

and I'll put the dog
in the back.

- Oh, Ruth, this is wonderful.

- Ah.

And my car is in the alleyway.

- All right.

Now, let's see what we've got
foryou in the fridge.

[whining]

- One ring, hang up, call again.

- That's correct. It's one
of the men from the theatre.

- You found him?

When I came back, I wanted
another look around the room.

- What kind of person
would strangle someone to death?

They're not answering.

Ruth? Albert?

- It's still warm.

- No one's here.

- Diefenbaker.

- Chicago P.D.

- I think
he's gonna be all right.

The drug knocked him out
before he ate it all.

That probably saved his life.

- Who would poison a dog?
- A malfeasant.

- A malfeasant?
- A bad person.

We need a car.

- Chicago P. D! Need your car.

- It's this way.

- Get going!

Move it! Move it!

Move it! Get going! Move it!

Come on.

- There's rubber marks here
where the tire was flapping.

These metal scrapes are from
when he was riding on the rim.

And this is a gasoline spill.

It's low octane.
There was dirt in the line.

- Hey, do you think
I'm losing my hair?

- No, it's full-bodied
and bushy, Ray.

It's this way.

At the rate he's losing gas,

he couldn't have gotten
much fartherthan this.

- Maybe he got gas.

- Oh, Ray, come on, you know

it's impossible to find
a gas station in downtown Chicago.

- Hey, that's my car.

- Move it! Come on!

Get the lead out!

- Russian weapons.

Shh!

- Come on, come on!

- Has Yuri returned yet?

- I have a feeling Yuri
will not be returning.

- Nautilus.

- The Nautilus is a bogeyman
used to frighten children.

Are you a child?

- No.

- Get back, get back.

- Get back to work.

Whoever has the microdot
also has this location.

If we lose these guns,
we lose everything.

- We have to get the police.

We must trust someone.

Ruth?

Ruth?

Ruth.

- What if it is Nautilus?

- If he shows up here,

he dies.

- Come on.

- Ah!

- Hold them!

- Ah!

He... he wanted to be a hero.

- Well, you just
take care of him.

Keep your head down.
- Okay.

[gunshots]

- So, finally.

- Finally what?

- It's over.

I almost had you three years ago
with a diamond merchant

and that 9,000 pairs of fake
French blue jeans in Antwerp.

- I've never been to Antwerp.

- And again last year,
at the boat show, in Buenos Aires.

Rememberthat?

With that freight full of fake
Dave Clark Five memorabilia?

- I hate the Dave Clark Five.

- Twenty years.

For 20 years
I've hunted you, Nautilus.

- Uh, excuse me.

- Yeah.
- I think

20 years ago,
she would've been a child.

- Ahh!

- I was in 8th grade.

- In the 8th grade?
Well, the 8th grade

would make you what,
121/2, 13? Plus 20...

is 20, 30...

32. No, that's a valid point.

That's a valid...
Oh, so you're the one.

I knew it.

I was right the first time,
wasn't I?

I don't want to know how old

you were 20 years ago
or what grade you were in.

It's confusing.
I'm not good at math.

- Actually,
I was educated at home.

My exams, they were
all flown in by bush plane.

- Drop it!

Move!

- It's good work, Ray.
- Thank you.

- All right,
let me get this straight.

You're not Nautilus, right?

Okay. And she's not Nautilus,
right?

And I'm not Nau...
- Who's Nautilus?

- Drop your guns! All of you.

- She's Nautilus.

- You never mentioned Nautilus.
- I realize that.

- Drop it!

- She had your man, Yuri, killed.
- She's real.

Nautilus is real.

- Hello, am I the only one here
who doesn't know Nautilus is?

- Yes, it would appear so, Ray.

I suspected it when
I first disarmed you.

The way you laid yourfinger
along the trigger guard...

it's very professional.

- Partners mean sharing.
Ever heard that?

- Yes. Could we deal
with that later?

You used your knitting for
the garrotte to strangle Yuri.

I detected traces of lanolin
from the wool around his throat.

- Very clever, but right now
it's not doing you any good, is it?

- You're not getting
out of here.

- Who's gonna stop me?

- I am!

You used me.

You lied to me

every step of the way.

- Oh, shut up.

People lie, you lie.

That's life.

- No. No.

Not about you.

I had...

I had real feelings about you.
- You know what?

You're an old fool.

And you're right.
You're a coward.

You hide behind ideas
of love when the fact is,

you're afraid
to take what you want.

- No, I'm not.
I'm not afraid any longer.

- Don't make me shoot you.

- You're going to have to.

- Ah!

- Keep your eye on her.

It's interesting you should mention
the Dave Clark Five, Mr. Pike,

since it's not generally known

that they were more
than merely entertainers.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm fine.

You've ruined everything,
you old fool.

- Where'd he go?

- For service to his city
and his country,

well above and beyond
the call of duty,

I present this citation
to Albert Hanrahan.

- Good man.

- It's blank.
There's nothing on it.

- You fool, you think the CIA
wants to broadcast its assets?

The fact there's nothing written
on it proves that it's genuine.

- They're both on the loose.

- Mr. Pike?

- No, I work with Pike.
Name's lke.

Nada went back to mother Russia.
Part of a prisoner exchange.

- What about the Nautilus?

- Escaped. They were transferring
her back to federal.

She took out three cops
with one knitting needle.

Pike wanted you to have this.

- Thank you kindly.

"She's out there somewhere."

- "If it takes the rest of my life
I'll find her. Till we meet again.

Signed Pike."

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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