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- I know it's long distance, Fraser,
but I'm giving you authorization.

Should anything
of an urgent nature arise...

and I do mean urgent,
as in fire, flood,

famine, act of God...
these are my numbers.

My cell number and pager number,
my room at the spa,

the front desk at the spa,

the therapy rooms,
the mud rooms, and, uh...

You won't be needing
this number.

Clear?

- Uh, yes, sir.
[phone ringing]

Canadian Consulate.

Acting Liaison Officer

Constable Benton Fraser
speaking.

- She gone yet?
- Uh, no, sir.

Uh, Canada is a nation

bordered by the United States
to the south,

the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans
to the east and the west

and the Arctic Ocean
to the north,

comprising of roughly
10-million-square kilometres.

- So the ice queen's still there?
- Yes, sir, it can be a cold climate.

- Who is it?
- Fraser, I'm in a hurry.

- It's a man in a hurry.
- Your limo, sir.

- My limo.

[Ray]: Fraser, you there?

- Have a safe trip, sir.

- Listen, something came up.
I gotta meet a guy.

So I won't be dropping by tonight.
- Vecchio!

- Gotta go.

- Volpe.

- So?

- So?

- You wouldn't be wearing a wire,
would you?

- Me?

- So you don't mind
if I have a look?

- A man with style
is a man who can smile.

Ooh.

Do you the same favour?
- I'm a criminal.

What would I be doing
with a wire?

- Posterity?

- You satisfied?
- Never satisfied. What do you want?

- What do I want? You called me.
- I didn't call you. You called me.

[gunshots]

- Police! Stay where you are!

- Ugh.
- Police officer!

Don't move!
- It's okay, I'm...

- I said don't move!

- Take it easy. I'm a cop.
- I said freeze!

- Okay, okay, good.

[crashing]

- Stop!
[shooting]

...or I'll shoot!

- Cute sequence!

[gun clicking]

Fraser!

Guy's a psycho.

He's been running
his own little operation

on the south side
for a year or so.

Drugs, guns, prostitution,
your basic American dream.

Ow!
- Sorry.

- What is that?

- It'll prevent infection.

You were discussing Mr. Volpe?

- Smells. Word is
he's getting ambitious lately,

so naturally I'm anxious
for a face-to-face.

I get there and it's a setup.

- You think somebody hit you?

- Stuff smells.
I don't remember.

Um, I wake up, Volpe's dead
and I got this uniform

blasting away like Yosemite Sam.
Bang, bang, I take off.

- And you have no idea
what happened to Mr. Volpe?

- Stuff really stinks.

Uh, somebody shot him.

Could've been anybody.

Could've been me.

- I see.

- What is this?

- It's a concoction I made

from the mucous membrane
of a pregnant...

It's not important.

What is important,

if I may recap, is that
you were lured to a meeting

with a gangland figure.
And at this meeting,

the gangland figure
was murdered,

an event of which
you have no memory.

A uniformed officer arrived,
you resisted arrest,

and you then fled
the scene of the homicide.

Do you agree these are the facts?
- Did ljust say that,

or do I have a head injury?

- Well, Ray, I'm afraid
that I have no option.

By the powers
that are vested in me

by the Government of Canada,
I am placing you under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
can be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be appointed
to you without charge.

- Don't let his exteriorfool you.
Cahill is a real pit bull.

All the guys were
out playing baseball,

he was breaking kneecaps
on the picket lines.

He's tough,
he's a son of a bitch,

and he's running
for state's attorney.

If he wins, gentlemen, we do
not want to be on his bad side,

because he will break
our chops for eternity.

Just go in, hear him out,
then we do our job. Got it?

- Harding! Hey, how's your belly
where the pig bit you?

- Sore, Damon, sore.

- Huey, good to see you.
- Thank you, sir.

- And didn't you have
a beard or something?

- No, sir.

- You look different.

- You're thinking of Louis, sir,
my previous partner.

- Oh, yeah. What, he retire?

- Uh, no, sir, he, uh...

- He was blown up in a car, sir.
The name's Dewey. Nice to meet you.

You know you look bigger
in your posters?

- It's not the size of the army, kid,
it's the fury of its onslaught.

We done, huh?
Done with the laughs?

Let's move on.

The Volpe shooting,
what's the status?

- We're investigating, sir.
- Was he registered

as a confidential informant?
- No.

- What was the purpose of
the meeting with Volpe and Vecchio?

- I wasn't privy to that content.
- Were you aware

Volpe was gonna take
a meet with Vecchio?

So this meet was unauthorized.

Tell me, is that the way you normally
conduct affairs in this station?

- What kind of question is that,
Damon?

- It's not a question,
Lieutenant Welsh, it's a statement.

And speaking as candidate
for Office of State's Attorney,

I will not have members
of the Chicago PD

cozying up to organized crime.

Speaking as an officer
of the courts, I will not have

members of the Chicago PD

blowing them away
in back alleys.

Pick Vecchio up.

- You will escort
Mr. Cahill out, Dewey.

- Oh, uh, Dewey,
tell Huey I'm sorry about Louis.

- Mr. Cahill?
- Ah, Miss Byron.

- Mr. Cahill, as a candidate
for state's attorney,

what's your response
to today's shooting?

- Miss Byron, I've spent
the past year heading up

the mayor's task force on the
fight against organized crime,

and the battle has only
reinforced in me the deep conviction

that no one is above
the law... not you, not me,

nobody.
Especially not the police.

- Guy's campaign is dying.
Needs an issue, so I'm the issue.

- Well, only temporarily.
As soon as we can arrange

for a blowback test to prove that
you haven't fired a gun recently...

- Won't work.
Small arms certification.

I was on the range this morning.
I'm covered in blowback.

- Oh.

Well, perhaps I'll take
this opportunity to urinate.

- I wouldn't go in there, sir.
- Well, I have to.

- I wouldn't go in there.

- Turnbull, I've lived
among the muskox.

There's very little that l...
- It won't flush, sir.

- Huh.

Is it the standard military
modified field unit?

- Correct, a 17-centimetre stem
on a 9-litre displacement.

- 17-centimetre stem on a 9-litre
displacement. Not available locally.

- We could have one flown in
from Prince Rupert, sir.

- That's the ticket.
Good thinking, Constable.

- Thank you.
- Hey, are you guys sort of like

the British? I mean,
what's up with the toilet?

The reason I ask, is once

we had this guy overfrom
Scotland Yard, and every day

he would drive back to the hotel
just to use the can.

- I see nothing wrong with that.

Do you, sir?
- No.

- Okay, Fraser.
Don't give me a hard time.

I have a warrant for his arrest.

- I'm afraid that Ray
is already under arrest, sir.

By who?
- By whom.

- By whom?
- By me.

- Fraser, you're a Mountie.
You can't arrest anybody

unless you're in Canada.
- I am in Canada.

- No, no, see, this is Chicago.

- Well, you would think so,
wouldn't you?

But you'd be wrong.

- Are we in the twilight zone?

- You see, underthe terms
of the Vienna Convention, 1964,

this consulate and the grounds
upon which it sits

is Canadian territory.

Turnbull! So technically,
you see, Ray is in Canada.

Now, if you wish to arrest him,

I'm afraid you will have
to extradite him.

These are the necessary forms,
to be completed in triplicate

and filed with the
American Embassy in Ottawa.

- We are in the twilight zone.
- Fraser, you can't do this.

- Actually, he can.

Regina versus Mombourquette.
1967.

A confidence trickster was extradited
to Alberta to face charges

that he bilked pensioners
in a phony mattress scheme.

Also, in 1984,
Regina versus Horowitz,

a man with a very large...

- Thank you, Turnbull.
- Sir.

- Gentlemen.

- Uh, can we use your bathroom?

- Oh, certainly, certainly...

Uh... no. Impossible.

- Hey, they really got to extradite me?
- That's right.

- Wow, go figure.

Where you going?

- To the scene of the crime.

- A good plan.
You do that, I'll get my files.

- I'm sure the police have already
picked up yourfiles, Ray.

- Yeah, they've gotten my files,

but they wouldn't have gotten
my files files.

I keep my secret stuff
in a hollowed-out book.

Let's get into it.
- No.

You don't seem to understand.
You can't leave the consulate.

- Why?
- Detectives Huey and Dewey

are undoubtedly stationed
outside waiting to arrest you

the moment you step
from this building.

As long as you remain here,
you're safe.

Diefenbaker, let's go.

- Tea, Mr. Vecchio?

- Safe?

- Welcome to Canada, Ray.

- Since you're a newcomer
to our nation,

I figured an orientation
might be of some help,

as well as some good fun.
Are you familiar with a sport

known as curling?
- No.

- Stay here.

[barking]

Good boy.

[barking]

What have you found?

Yeah, gunpowder.

The gunman fired from here...

after waiting
for his victims to arrive.

And he was a heavy smoker.

Some sort of...

salve.

What do you think?

- This all of Vecchio's stuff?

- Yeah, and I want
a receipt for all of it.

- Don't worry about it.

- I always worry when Internal Affairs
starts messing with my detectives.

- If I need anything else,
I'll call you.

Oh, and I'll need a copy

of any phone messages
he gets, every message.

- Hey, I don't have
enough people here

to take messages
forthe people who work here.

You want Vecchio's messages,
you work dispatch!

- Fraser?

- I'm right here.

- You smell great.

- That would be
the neat's-foot oil.

- You wear neat's-foot oil?

- On my Sam Browne.

My belt.
- Oh.

- Ah.

Sergeant Kilrea,
the man I was looking for.

You're looking for me
in a closet?

- No, I'm in the closet
for an altogether different reason.

- I wish.
- Who the hell are you?

- Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP.

And I certainly don't mean

to step on any
jurisdictional toes, but...

Ray Vecchio did not shoot

Mr. Volpe.
- Maybe he did or didn't.

Who cares?

- I do.
- Listen to me.

Ray Vecchio's a smart-ass. He brings
the heat down on all decent cops.

Cahill wants Vecchio?
I'm gonna give him Vecchio.

And you're gonna give me
that book.

- Oh, dear.

[TV]: The Canadian team
has one in the 4-foot

and is going to play the guard.

Anything that moves that slowly
is not a sport.

- "Not a sport..."

- This is not a sport.

It's housework.

- It is a calling.

- It may be a pastime,

it may even be a hobby,

but it is definitely not
a sport.

- Do you want to fight?

- Over curling?
- Yes.

What if I made fun of baseball?

- All right.

- 'Afternoon, gentlemen.

- Hey, you're empty-handed.

- But I am not empty-trousered.

[TV]: That's okay, we're okay.

- Yes.

Yes.

- Sir, sir!

- Swee-e-e-e-ep!

- Nice shot!

- Oh, I love this game.

- That: Eddy Herndorff.

Old-style gangster.
Guy's ruthless.

Once he cut the muscles
out of a guy's leg with a sword

'cause he cut him off
in traffic.

That:

Gus Filion.

Eddy's main competitor.

Sees himself as a Renaissance
sort of guy.

These two used to duke it out,

but they've been getting along lately,
getting along until...

Andreas Volpe,
glue-huffing psychopath,

local kid, big ambitions.

- So, it's yourtheory,
if I may recap, that Volpe

challenged their authority
and was killed as a result?

- Yeah.

See, that's why we're policemen,
Fraser.

We get to figure
these kinds of things out.

- Right you are, Ray.

Right you are.

I think it's time that I paid
Mr. Filion a visit.

- No offence, Fraser, but these
are Chicago hard guys.

You can be as polite
as you want,

but they could hang you
from a meat hook in 13 seconds.

- I'm not without my resources,
Ray.

- Sir?

Your presence.

- Your presence? What are you,
like a king or something?

- To Turnbull? Yes.

Ah, Lieutenant Welsh,
nice to see you.

Welcome to Canada, sir.

- Fraser, this is Assistant
State's Attorney Cahill.

- An honour, sir. I've seen
your posters all overtown.

- Constable, I'll come
straight to the point.

I'd like you to surrender
Detective Vecchio to me.

- I'm afraid I can't do that,
sir.

The extradition treaty
between ourtwo countries

is very specific...

- We want to question Vecchio
in connection

with a more-than-particularly-
vicious homicide.

I've suspected for some time
that organized crime has an informant

somewhere inside the
police department in this city.

- Sir, I don't think we have to bother
Constable Fraser with that.

- I want this man to understand
what he's interfering with.

- I can put your mind at rest
on that point.

Ray had nothing to do
with this murder.

And I can personally vouch
for his integrity.

- I'm supposed to take
your word on that?

- Yes, sir.

- You see, sir,
Constable Fraser doesn't lie.

- Oh,
that's an admirable quality

in times of peace, but we're
in the middle of a war,

a war against crime
and corruption!

And I demand your cooperation!

The City of Chicago
demands your cooperation!

- And you shall have it,
to the full extent of the law.

- Are you mocking me?

Are you mocking this city?

This administration?
- Certainly not, sir.

No, we greatly appreciate
the generosity

shown to us by the people
of Chicago.

And I assure you,
should you everfind yourself

in Nunavut, you will not
be wanting for a meal.

- Come here, come here.

You know, this Marquis
of Queensbury thing

and your grammar and all,
i-i-i-it's very quaint.

But, uh, ljust want to remind you
that we took Grenada,

we beat the snot out of Haiti,
we knocked Panama on its ass,

and if needs be, we can take
this little piss-pot, too!

Have a nice evening.

- Oh, dear.

[speaking Inuit]

- Close the door, son.

Anyone would think
you were born in a barn.

- I was.

- Oh. That's true enough.

- You always told me
that the most important thing

a man can do is his duty, and...

I'm about to embark
on a somewhat...

devious course of action,

and I'm not entirely sure
where my duty actually lies.

- 1961.

- All right.

- I was ordered to help
32 Inuit families relocate

500 miles further north,
on Ellesmere Island.

We had some dispute
with the Russians.

This was long before
the Canada Cup.

We wanted to demonstrate our
sovereignty overthe Far North.

Now, I'd been up to Ellesmere,

and I knew that life up there
would be hard, if not impossible.

Said as much to my superiors,

but they were adamant,
and I had my orders.

- So what did you do?

- Whew, only thing I could do.

I went up to Ellesmere, and
I marked out 32 plots of land.

I threw up a flag,
opened up a post office.

Tom Goforth, a young man
from one of the families,

lived up there all alone
forthe first year,

receiving all of these
relocation cheques.

He forwarded them
back to the families,

who used the money
to hire a lawyer

who won their case against
their relocation, in court.

- So you created
a fictitious town.

- Well, Ellesmere was listed
in Maclean's that year

as having the lowest crime rate
in North America.

Your heart is where
your duty lies, son.

Your head is just along
to help with the driving.

- Oh, uh...

Tom Goforth,
what happened to him?

- Tom?

Tom, I believe, moved to
Winnipeg and went to work

in a record store, but that's
not relevant to this situation.

- No.

- Is that really a wolf?

- Could bring down a caribou.

- Just the weak ones.

[barking]
It's known as calling the herd.

- Culling.

- What?

- Culling the herd,
not calling the herd.

- Well, what did I say?

- You said... Forget it.

- I'd like to speak
to a Mr. Filion, if I could.

- Hey, boss.

- Is that a wolf?

- Half wolf, actually.

- Is that legit?

- Well, yes, yes.

My name is Constable
Benton Fraser,

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.

- Come here.

I painted all these.

I love dogs.

Not candy-assed drop-kick dogs,
you understand.

I mean...

real dogs.

- You have a very deft touch.

It's amazingly lifelike.

- Well, it's something to do.

Betterthan clowns.

Hate clowns.

I once had an experience
with a... clown.

Won't do 'em.

- It's understandable.

- So you're the one that's got
Vecchio stashed away?

- He's suspected of shooting
a man named Andreas Volpe.

- So give him a medal.

- He's innocent of the charge.

- So you think I did it?

- I've formed no opinion, sir.
I'm merely gathering information,

proceeding roughly along the lines
of a Royal Commission.

- I like you.

You can talk.

Most of the cops around here
can't string a sentence together.

- The Academy stresses
language skills

as highly as it does
hand-to-hand combat

and snowmobile repair.

[shutter clicking]

- I... am going to paint you,
both.

[dog snarling]
- We would be honoured.

- Listen, I had no reason
to whack Volpe.

Volpe was very valuable to me;
he had good information.

Information is power.

But the word is that, uh...

Herndorff was looking
for some out-of-town talent.

- Was he successful?

- You be the judge.

So,

do you like my work?

- Very much, yes.

This one, I take it,

would be an hommage
to Milton Glazer?

- That's right.

Here, take one.

Take two. Here.

I churn three,
four of these out a day.

- I appreciate that.

Thank you kindly.

- Vecchio eats a lot of pizza.

How does he stay so slim,
you figure?

- Maybe he works out.
- When?

- In secret.
- When no one's looking, you mean?

- Maybe.

- Sneaky guy.

- There's no pineapple.
Where's the pineapple?

Tony don't put pineapple on no more.
He says it ain't right forthe pizza.

- Is Tony the surgeon general,
all of a sudden? Get in there.

[TV]: disguised
by their natural camouflage.

Can you spot the woodchuck?

- Can you get out?
We need the room.

- No. No, Ray.

In Canada, when we wish
someone to leave the room,

we say, "Could you please
leave the room?"

- Could you please leave the room
before I punch you in the head?

- You see?
You see how easy that is?

Hello, welcome to Canada.

[snapping fingers]

- All right, Sandor, I know
you're plugged in. Talk to me.

What are they saying?
Who whacked Volpe?

- They're saying maybe you did,
or maybe Herndorff 'cause he's nuts;

maybe Filion,
'cause him and Volpe had a beef.

- What kind of beef?
- Nothing serious.

Volpe tried to stick a bomb
under Filion's car.

- So Filion had him whacked?

- Well, if it wasn't you
and it wasn't Herndorff...

- All right, listen.

You get back out there,
put the word out on the street.

The Mountie wants to see
Herndorff.

- Herndorff? Nobody wants
to see Herndorff, Ray.

- You just question
my judgment?

- I did.

- What do I have to do?
- You have to hit me, Ray.

- Correct.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
Now get back out there.

Damn.

- Canada and Denmark
are going to extra ends.

- I gotta use the can.
- It's broken.

- You're right.

So I'll go across the street.

- You can't,
the police are outside.

- That's why I need
your uniform.

- Out of the question.

- Okay, I'll whiz in the sink.

- No!

- Unbeliveable,
ladies and gentlemen.

If this sport were to last
a thousand years,

[ringing]

I don't think you'll ever see
a shot like that again.

- Yeah.

- Who's this?

- Uh, it's in...

It's not an embassy...
What's the name of this place?

- It's a consulat.
And this is Inspector Thatcher.

Who is this?
- Ray.

- Oh!
- Ray.

- Mm!

- Detective Raymond Vecchio.

- I know your name, Detective.

Is Constable Fraserthere?

- No can do. He's out
hanging with gangsters.

- I leave for a matter of hours

and the whole operation
falls apart.

Is Constable Turnbull there?

- Uh, yeah, hang on.

Turnbull, Ice Queen, phone!

Ray.

[moaning]

I got the touch.

- Oh...

- Abmaster.

- Maybe.

- Dancercise.
- Dancercise.

- Treadmill.
- Free weights.

- Aerobics.
- Step machine.

- Stationary bike.

[whining]

- Excuse me, young man.

Get in or I'll shoot the dog!

[barking]

- 'Evening, Ray.
- Hello, Fraser.

- It's not a bad fit, all in all.
- Arms are a bit long.

- We could always
have them altered.

- I know a good tailor.
- How are you?

If I had this heat on me,

I'd be in some deep hole
right now,

not out parading in a red suit.

- I came to make you
a deal, Eddy.

- Make me a deal?

Whole town's out looking
for who whacked Volpe;

you, you're gonna
make me a deal.

Funny guy.

- Come on, I didn't kill Volpe,
I'm a cop.

- Yeah, I forgot.

That would be illegal.

- We both know it was Filion.
Help me, I'll nail him.

- Hey, you do your job,
I'll do mine.

- So you're gonna kill
a cop now, Eddy, is that it?

You know what happens
when you kill a cop?

They will hound you
to your grave, Eddy.

They'll hound you
beyond your grave!

- I don't think
we have to worry, Ray.

I don't think Mr. Herndorff
intends to kill us.

There are three...

no, make that
four police cruisers

travelling towards us
on Michigan Avenue

at approximately
122 kilometres an hour.

No, I believe that Mr. Herndorff

intends to turn us
overto the police.

- You got good ears, Red.

- Thank you.

- Oh, uh, and Ray, uh...

I really think
you're gonna enjoy prison.

Let's go.

- I'm not going to jail.

The food, the conversation,

the sexual hijinks,
I can't handle it.

- You may not have to, Ray.
Help is coming.

- Oh, yeah? In what form?

- Diefenbaker.
I think he followed me.

- Yeah? Come on.

Come on! Dief!
- Ray.

- Dief! Dief!
- Ray. Ray.

- What?
- It's pointless to yell.

He's Deaf. We just have to wait
till he finds us.

- I'm not good at waiting.
- Just be patient.

- I'm really not that good at waiting.
- Shh.

- I was three weeks premature.
What does that tell you?

- Here he comes.

- Hey, come on, boy.

Come on, come on.

Hey, hey, I think he likes me.

- He likes the pizza.

[speaking in Inuktitut]

[yelping]

- Huh?
- It's Inuktitut.

It's a slightly less complex language.
Easierfor him to read.

- What does it mean?

- Fetch the knife
from the hood of that car

and apply it to the ties
that bind us.

Come on.

[Fraser speaking in Inuktitut]

- Meaning?

- Hide.

[shouting]

- See if somebody
can find a light. Let's go!

Two guys in red suits, people.
How hard could it be?

- You all right?
- Good.

- Check upstairs!

- Come on over here. Let's go!

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Pants are itchy.

- Yeah. Yeah.

You know, Ray, I once spent
13 hours hanging like this

underneath a suspension bridge

with a mountain cat
swiping at me from above.

It tore my lanyard,
ripped my epaulette.

- And what happened?

- Fortunately,
the nuns at Fort Macleod,

they practise invisible mending.
Shh-shh-shh.

- The place is clean.

- All right,
let's get out of here.

- I knew you could do it.

- Oh, thank you.

[doorbell chiming]
[banging]

- Ah, Lieutenant Welsh,
nice to see you.

- Nice to see you, Fraser.

You gonna let me
stand out here all night?

- Oh, I'm sorry.
Come on, please.

- We've gotta talk.

- Let's use my office.

Oh, sir, sorry, it's this way.

- It's this guy Cahill.

- Ah, sir,
it's a little further back.

It's, uh, just through here.

- Excuse me.

- Ray, would you care
to join us?

Lieutenant Welsh
was just informing me

that Assistant State's
Attorney Cahill

has filed a special request with
our Department of External Affairs

to expedite your extradition.
- Uh, uh, come again?

- It means that at 9 a.m.
tomorrow morning,

they'll come and yank your ass
out of here.

You spend all day here?

- I go out for lunch.

- Look, Lieutenant,
I'm telling you.

I had nothing to do
with that murder.

- I believe you.

- You do?
- We know there's a rat

in Major Crime.
He must've been leaking to Volpe,

because no matter what we threw
at Volpe, he was able to walk.

There must be 20 rooms
in this house.

Why'd you pick this one?

- The others
are much less intimate.

- It's Kilrea.
You check his arrest stats.

He's dirty, I'm telling you.

Um, Herndorff turns me in,

who does he call?
His little buddy, Kilrea.

- Was Kilrea on the firing range

the morning you qualified?
- I don't know.

- That'd be easy enough
to check out.

- What about the officer
on the shooting scene, Tibbet,

has anyone spoken to her?

- I.A. told us to butt out.
- That is one sick puppy.

She needs a Valium
the size of a cheeseburger.

[bell ringing]

- I am sick and tired of people
telling me that I'm uptight.

I'm not uptight, I'm alert.

There's a difference
between uptight and alert.

- I couldn't agree
with you more.

- Do you think society
wants laid-back cops?

I don't think so.

We're in a war out there.
And I'm on the front line.

Hey, no street shoes in the gym.

- I anticipated as much.

And that's why
I've taken precautions.

Now, I'm curious.

Didn't Detective Vecchio

identify himself
as a police officer?

- Anyone can say that.

You drop your guard
for a second, and they drop you.

- Officer Tibbet, I'm quite sure

Detective Vecchio
did not shoot Mr. Volpe.

Now, it would help
my investigation enormously

if you could tell me
exactly what you saw.

- I knew something was gonna
go down in that alley.

- Instinct?

- No, phone call.

Yeah, I was on edge,

but I wasn't as... as much

on edge as I was the last time.
- The last time?

- Yeah, when I shot the kid.

I was exonerated, you know.

Big deal.

And I know what they say,
"She's a woman."

"Women can't take
the pressure of the job."

Well, that's a load of crap.

I'd be just as ready to snap
if I were a man!

- I'm sure you would.

- What, you don't believe me?

- Oh, no, I'm sure you're quite
capable of snapping,

regardless of your sex.

Now, this telephone call
you say that you received,

do you know who it was from?

- Nah, he didn't say.

But I know I recognized
the voice.

A guy, I met him
a couple of times.

Worked for Damon Cahill.

[bell ringing]

- You're, uh, a switch-hitter.

My mistake.

- Another pizza?

- Definitely working out.

Maybe in the pool.
- Mm-hmm.

- Thirty laps a day, at least.

- Could be aerobics.

- I'm starving.

Hey, buddy, come here.

- Look, I'm not paying
fortheir pizza.

That's thievery.
And there's no pineapple.

- No one tells Tony
how to make pizza, all right?

He left Russia to be free.

- I think it's quite tasty.

- Like yourfavourite toppings
aren't blubber and lichen.

- Kilrea was on the range yesterday.
But this is interesting.

He wasn't supposed to be there.
He qualified the day before.

- Yeah, thank you.
J.P. Tibbet shot a kid

while working for
the Organized Crime Task Force.

- I was having a drink
the other night, and this guy,

definitely OC, a big talker,
a real big mouth, right?

He's talking about how Filion
brought him in forthis big job.

Now, here's the kicker.

He had this real stinky
painting with him.

Said Filion gave it to him.

It was like a Rottweiler
playing poker

with his friends or something.
- It's Filion.

- Filion, Herndorff,
Cahill, Kilrea.

Huh, got the makings
of a bonspiel.

- What's wrong?

- ljust made
a curling reference.

I'm gonna go lie down.

- Ahem.

- Oh, payment.
- That'd be nice.

In U.S. bills, if you please.

[barking]

- Excuse me, I'll be right back.

- Stupid dog, stupid dog, stup...

Get out of the way, come on!
- Ray.

[snarling]

Where are you going?

- Hey, I can't wait around
for Cahill and his goons

to show up and arrest me.

I gotta do something.
- Do what, Ray, and where?

Everyone in the city, on both sides
of the law, is looking foryou.

- Oh, yeah? That may be.
But I gotta do something.

- Yes, you do.

You have to trust me.

- Trust you, Fraser?

I don't even know if I trust me.

You know, I don't think
I whacked Volpe,

but I can't remember details.

That might've been my finger
on the trigger.

- You didn't shoot that man.

- How do you know?

How can you be so sure?
- Because I know you.

You're my partner.
And you're my friend.

- Is that hard to say?

- Not in the least.

- Are you gonna
call your dog off?

- Afraid I can't do that.

Come on.
Let's go watch some curling.

[whining]

[sirens wailing]

- You got the papers?
- Oh, yeah.

All right, men, follow me.

Okay, let's do it.

- This is Shelley Byron
reporting live

from the steps
of the Canadian Consulate.

- As you know, as State Prosecutor,
I've been concerned

for some years about the level
of corruption in our city,

and particularly,
within our police force.

So keep your lenses clean
and watch this.

- Ah, good morning.

- I have a signed order here
forthe extradition of Raymond Vecchio.

- Certainly.
Won't you please come in.

- Excuse me, sir.
- What?

- You're fine.

[beeping]

- I'm terribly sorry, sir,

bt firearms are not
permitted on the premises.

- What the hell's
he talking about?

- We have very strict
gun laws here in Canada.

I don't make the rules;
I simply enforce them.

I took an oath very similar
to the one you gentlemen took,

And without the references
to the queen, of course.

- Atwo-tone Beretta, model 92,
9 millimetre.

11 rounds in the magazine,
sporting a muzzle velocity

of 2,000 feet per second.
Very nice.

- Very nice indeed.

- Thank you, enjoy the show.

- Thank you kindly.

- I'm sorry, ma'am,
you can't go in there.

- That's my building.
- Ma'am...

- And none of these cars
are properly parked.

- M'am? Ma'am?

- Andreas Volpe was a man
who made a lot of enemies.

One of those enemies killed him.
Question is: Which one?

I brought you all together here
to help answerthat question.

Was it Eddy Herndorff,
a ruthless competitor,

a man whose role
he was trying to usurp?

- I don't have
to listen to this.

- Perhaps it was Mr. Filion.

He claims that he was receiving
information from Mr. Volpe.

Perhaps that information
was costing too much.

- You're a smart guy, Mountie.

It doesn't pay to get too smart.

- Ah, well, maybe that was
Mr. Volpe's problem.

Maybe he was too smart.

He certainly had information.

And where was he
getting it from?

Maybe it was from his contact
in the Justice Department.

Someone who was offering him
the protection of his office

in exchange for information
relating to criminal activity.

[laughing]

- Are you suggesting
I was leaking to Volpe?

- I don't recall mentioning
your name, Mr. Cahill.

- I don't see anyone else in here
fitting that description.

- Maybe it was a cop.

A man who had made a deal
with the devil,

but had decided
that Mr. Volpe was a liability

and not an asset.

Fortunately, we don't need
to speculate anymore.

The killer was not alone
in that alley.

There was a witness
to the murder.

Awitness too afraid
to come forward,

but who has placed
a sworn affidavit

in this envelope,
which was delivered to me.

- That's evidence in an ongoing
criminal investigation.

Give it to me right now,

or I'll have you arrested
for obstruction of justice!

- Well, certainly.
Let me open it first.

- This is evidence. I have...
- It is, in point of fact,

a blank piece of paper.

But one that has proved
quite revealing.

- Miss...
- Get your hands off of me!

- What are you going to do?

There are millions
of people watching.

- It didn't hurt O.J.

Try to follow me, I kill her.

- Didn't I meet you
at the Chilean Consulate party?

- Cahill!

I'm going to count to three.

One...
- Wait a minute, I've got the gun.

- Two...
- What have you got?

- Me!

- First, Officer, may ljust say
that yourtime at the spa

seems to have done wonders
foryour muscle tone and reflexes.

The sunburn,
on the other hand...

[babble of voices]

- No, no, no, no, sir...

...hatch to match.

- Fraser, I'll expect your report
to be on my desk by 0900 hours.

And if your explanation
isn't satisfactory,

you can expect to be transferred
to Baffin Island.

- Understood, sir.

- Detective.

- Call me... Ray.

[wind howling]

- Excuse me, um...
You are...?

- Joe.

- And you would be...?

- Dead.
- And my father is...?

- Fishing.

- I see.

Well, could you just, uh,
well, tell him I stopped by.

Oh, and, uh...

could you tell him that...
- It worked?

- Yes. Thank you kindly.

Do you understand these rights?

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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