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- He's one of those hard-luck cases.

He bets on a horse; horse dies. He buys horse meat; meat's bad.

But his information's good, so I slip him 50 bucks now and then.

- You mean hard luck as in...

- Hard luck as in he wasn't fortunate enough to be born

in an igloo 5,000 miles away,

without TV, water or, you know, drive-through.

- What do you mean by that, Ray?

- I'm being ironical. - Ah.

- You better wait in the car,

'cause Sonny won't talk to me if you're there.

- Understood. - You want the radio?

- That's all right... I've got a Mahler symphony I'd like to listen to.

- Yeah, well, you'll need the keys.

- There's no need, Ray. I have the score right here.

[symphony playing in Fraser's head]

- Pay up, buddy. - I don't have any money.

- What do you mean? You don't have 10 bucks?

- Relax.

So how's it going, man? - Good.

Hey, you want a beer? - Yeah, thanks.

- Two beer.

Cheers.

Thanks.

So what happened to that job at the video store?

- That guy was a jerk, man.

I mean, I appreciate your help and all, but that guy was a jerk.

My mother dies; he wouldn't give me a week off.

- Sonny, your mother died a year ago.

- Grief has its own time frame. You can't rush it.

- Look, your parole officer

know that you're living upstairs here?

- No, it's just temporary.

Irene's pregnant, right?

We get ourfirst welfare cheque,

we're moving in together.

It's gonna be a nice place.

- That's great. That's good. I mean that.

So you got anything for me?

- Mm-hmm.

That container of computers

that got lifted off the docks last week,

I know one of the guys. - You know one of the guys.

- I know a guy who knows one of the guys.

- Right, that's more like it.

- Hey, give me my money!

- Hey, hey, break it up, break it up!

Break it up, take a walk! You sit down!

- He stole my money. - He hustled me.

- Well, drop it, let it go.

- I gotta go to the can.

[whimpering]

- Well, what do you expect?

If you eat an entire pizza and drink a gallon of water,

you will have to pee 10 times an hour.

The concept is called cause and effect.

Now, I realize it may be somewhat difficult foryou to grasp,

but it's something you should try to come to grips with.

It'll make life a whole lot simpler.

Sorry, boy.

Get Ray.

The reason I'm shaking

The ocean breaking the town forsaken

Cut out your talking

The moves you're making

A billion gawking

The fish you're baiting

Again

Systematic

But somehow tragic

Put on your face and

Perform your magic

Scratch their backs and...

Back there scratching

Until you catch it

Again

- Wow! - Yeah!

- I didn't do nothing!

[siren wailing]

[whimpering]

- He's inside. Nobody goes in or out.

- Ray.

- Ow, hey, hey!

- Get in there.

- All yours, Al.

Photo guys are done.

Print guys are moving in now.

- This was in his hand.

- What's that?

- O.T.T. Club.

- Overthe top.

- Commercial airlines hand these out to theirflight crews.

This one would commemorate 100 trips overthe pole...

top of the world.

You know, Ray, judging from the maple leaves

inset in the filigree, I'd say this was a Canadian airline.

- Canadian. - Airline.

- Filigree. - Mm-hmm.

- I never seen it before.

I told you, I don't even know what it is.

- Ever been to Canada, George? - Canada?

Come on, man.

I'm not even allowed out of the state.

Look, I told you, already.

I went to the can, and there he was on the floor.

I didn't do it.

He was already there.

Is he going to be okay?

- No, he's dead.

- Dead. The guy's dead?

- Yeah. Real dead.

You guys were arguing about money.

- Money? 10 bucks.

Why would I kill somebody for 10 bucks?

- You and I both know it is never about the money.

It is about who's right, who's on top,

who's Mr. Big, right?

- Enough, enough.

Just go find Ray... now.

I'll talk to you when your superego is in more control of your id.

Hi, Fraser. - Ah, Francesca.

- What's with him?

- I fell on him.

I think it was...

I think he was startled more than he was actually hurt.

But apparently I haven't been paying enough attention to him.

The fact is, I think it's largely psychosomatic,

- Really?

See, I never knew that dogs were so psychological.

Have you ever heard of Pamela's dog?

- No, I'm afraid not.

- Oh, really? Yeah, she's... Oh, yeah, she's... she's famous.

She drooled.

I'm taking a psychology course.

- Oh, perhaps you mean Pavlov's dog.

[whining]

- I told you, I didn't do it!

- And yourfingerprints on the knife?

- I said I was trying to pull it out!

- Pull it out, not push it in, right?

[knocking]

What?!

- The lieutenant wants to see you.

- Okay, thank you!

What's going on? I'm in the middle of a...

- Have a seat. Go ahead, Constable.

[Gregorian chant playing]

- What the hell is this?

- Quiet, Detective.

- What is this?

- Patience, Detective. Let it unfold.

- They think she knew the driver.

- Wait a minute... a stewardess.

Does this have anything to do with that over-the-top pin?

- Shh. Just watch it, Detective.

That's it.

- That's what? - It's an RCMP re-creation

of a crime that took place in Toronto two days ago.

- That's a police re-creation? - It's interesting, isn't it?

Government funding of the arts in Canada produced a glut of filmmakers

at the same time as American domination of Canadian cinemas

left these enthusiastic young artists

with very few arenas in which to play their craft.

- That's a human tragedy, Constable.

Toronto police have given us

a positive ID on the number on the pin.

It belongs to the victim in the crime there.

Chantal Bowman, age 26, had been dead for 36 hours.

Homicide, still unsolved.

- Okay, so a stewardess in... - Flight attendant.

- Awaitress in the sky in Canada is killed.

Her pin shows up in the hand of a loser like Sonny

in the south side of Chicago in this dump? What is the deal?

- That's why we have detectives, Detective.

You will figure out that troublesome problem for us.

- How?

[P.A.]: Thank you foryour attention. Merci pour votre attention.

- So this French-English thing, they do it all the time?

- Yes.

- You mean, like, "hello, allo"; "what's happening? "que pasa?"

It's going to take us twice as long to get anything done.

- It's not in everyday speech, Ray.

It's just in official announcements and the like.

- How many French live in Toronto?

- Actually, very few... most of the non-English population

is composed of Italian, Portuguese and Chinese.

- They speak French? - Not really, no.

- Then why the...

- Well, it's kind of a complex issue, Ray.

Suffice it to say that we adopted a policy of multiculturalism

as opposed to the melting pot of your American model.

It might be instructive and fun to pick up a copy

of the Royal Commission's report on official bilingualism on our way.

- Little bit of fun, eh? - Could be fun.

I'll hail a cab.

- It's clean...

Too clean.

[speaking foreign language]

- A photograph?

I'd be honoured.

- I'm terribly sorry. - My mistake.

- Are you in a hurry? - My daughter's recital...

- Oh, really? How old? - Six.

- Oh, that's such a great age.

Let me give you a hand here.

Go ahead, you take it...

- Hey!

- Hockey tickets? - Uh-uh.

- Hey, you need Leafs tickets? - Leafs suck.

- Leafs rule. - Hawks rule.

- Hawks suck. - You suck.

- You are bilingual, Ray. - Heh-heh-heh.

- Tickets.

- Ooh, the mother ship.

- I was very sorry about yourfather. He was a good man.

- Yes, he was.

- Please sit down.

This is the murdered woman, Chantal Bowman.

We've confirmed that the pin

you found at the murder scene in Chicago was hers.

- We already got somebody in custody forthat murder,

but we haven't come up with a connection yet.

- There is another complication.

- General Bowman. - Who's he?

- He's one of our country's most decorated soldiers,

recently honoured by the United Nations for his peacekeeping efforts.

- He's also the father of the dead girl.

And he's sworn to find the killer.

We don't want General Bowman

to be the second victim in this tragedy.

- What is it that you want from me?

- We believe, as does General Bowman,

that Miss Bowman's killer lives in Chicago.

We want you to find him before General Bowman does.

- Whenever we had layovers in Chicago, she just disappeared.

I tried asking her about it, but she was real coy.

I know she had a boyfriend,

but I never met him.

- Uh, she ever mention a name or describe him in any way?

- No, but he's older. I know that.

And he had a lot of money.

Well, that was important to Chantal.

He was married, had a wife, three kids, one in college.

She kept saying he was going to tell his wife

about he and Chantal real soon,

but the timing had to be just right, you know?

Usual crap. No, Chantal...

she was becoming, like, um...

- Obsessed, fixated,

single-minded... - Yeah.

She told me last week

that if he didn't tell his wife about them, she was going to.

I still can't believe she's gone.

- How old was she, 12?

- Was this her apartment in Chicago?

- How would you know... - It stands to reason, Ray.

I mean, he was a married man. They couldn't be seen together.

- Yeah, they did have a place.

- You got an address? - No.

But I have the key.

- Hey, watch it! - Hey, get out of my face!

- Get out of my face, man!

- Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

- We'll be right back.

Chicago P.D.Q. Hey, hey, hey, break it up, break it up!

Fighting on the street with roller-blades on,

what is that? Come on.

Francesca, what's up with the yellow thingamajobby?

- The Human Mind.

Did you know that our minds are affected by colour?

And yellow happens to be a very soothing colour.

- That is so interesting to me.

Oh.

- Ray, we found this in Sonny's room.

- 1980?

- Yeah, well, doesn't he look familiarto you?

- I wouldn't know this guy if he jumped out of my soup.

Who is Chad Maxwell?

- St. Louis.

- Sonny was from St. Louis.

- I know that guy.

- Yeah, that's what ljust said.

- Hey, I know that guy.

- You know the guy, you know the guy. Who is this guy?

- He's that guy,

you know.

That... you know.

- What... guy?

Francesca, can you phone the St. Louis police department

if you're not too busy being yellow,

and, uh...

get them on the line.

- My friend Nancy in Trade

is having a baby. It's a Mr. Feed Me.

It preheats the formula and presents it to the baby.

You can set it for four, five, six feedings a day.

When the buzzer goes, it's time to feed the baby.

- Hmm.

- What? - Well, Sir,

in my experience, although very limited,

infants tell their mothers when they want to be fed by crying.

I can't imagine that the mother-child bond

could be improved upon by technology.

- You're right.

I'll get her one of those electronic

security bracelets... that way,

she can keep track of it. So?

- Our assignment from headquarters

is to prevent General Bowman

from taking the law into his own hands.

On a more personal note, Sir,

it does feel quite good to be back in the saddle again.

- Yes, the bit between the teeth,

2,000 pounds of pulsing horse flesh between your legs.

- I was speaking metaphorically, Sir.

- As was I, Constable Fraser,

as was I.

Dismissed.

- Sir.

Would you please not make me look worse than I already do?

Thank you.

Come.

- Welcome to the United States, General.

Is your visit business or pleasure?

- Neither.

- Okay, Sonny goes to Toronto, kills Chantal.

Then he comes back, gets mugged for 10 bucks in Chicago.

It's a coincidence. They happen.

- But do you really think that's what happened, Ray?

- Okay, George flies to Toronto, kills Chantal,

then comes back and kills Sonny.

- Well, why? And how would George even know Chantal?

- I don't know, I do not know.

All I know is his fingerprints were all overthe knife

and he had Sonny's blood all over him.

- Yeah, but he explained that.

[dring!] - Hang on.

Squad room. Vecchio.

Yeah, hang on.

- Hello. This is Constable Benton Fraser...

Ah, Turnbull.

Yes, I'll hold.

[TV]: And now for sports, our very own Chad Percy, whose showing

at the recent Celebrity Golf Tournament for Literacy in Buffalo

was just brutal. - Oh, ouch.

I guess your game's starting to rub off on me, Tom.

- Anyway, folks, last night was a banner night

forfootball in the windy city as Chicago went head to head

with San Francisco in their final meeting of the season.

Soldier's Field looked more like... - What?

- They're the same.

Chad Maxwell...

Chad Percy.

...very difficult forthe San Francisco quarterback

to call any of his plays.

- Mr. Percy? - Yeah.

- Detective Vecchio, Chicago P.D.

- Hey, my golf game wasn't that bad.

- ljust want to ask you a couple questions.

- Sure. What's this?

- Well, if we can get into Studio 4...

- Um, let's just go somewhere more private.

Guys, you want to give me a couple of minutes here?

- Sure. - Thanks.

- You know Sonny Dunlap?

- Son of a bitch, I can't believe he did it.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know Sonny.

I've been paying him $200 a week

forthe last two years. He wanted to up it to five,

or he was going to go public. I said the best I can do

is 250.

He said he was gonna think about it, that dumb bastard.

- When was the last time you saw him?

- Aweek ago, maybe Monday or Tuesday.

Look, Detective,

that poster is 17 years old.

I was hitting the sauce pretty heavy in those days.

Yeah, I robbed a liquor store.

I don't even remember doing it.

I mean... Okay, where does this leave us now?

I mean, there's a statute of limitations on robbery, isn't there?

- Yeah, there is. But, uh... not on murder.

- What?

- Sonny was murdered two nights ago. - Detective, you don't...

I am not a violent man. - You pleaded guilty

to common assault just three months ago.

- That was after a traffic accident. Even the judge said it was provoked.

- Where were you Tuesday night? - This Tuesday?

- Mm.

- That's when he was killed?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I was butchering a game of golf in Buffalo.

- Butchering.

- Listen, I, uh, I gotta go.

But I hope you catch the guy.

And if you need any help, feel free to call me.

- Yeah.

- You are an institution in Canada, Sir, an icon.

We understand your grief at this terrible time.

- Don't presume to understand that, Inspector.

- No, Sir, but I must remind you

that this matter is in the hands of the American authorities.

We must leave it to them.

- And what are you suggesting?

- Uh, General, there is some concern that...

you may try to take the law into your own hands.

- I have led men

into some of the worst hellholes on this planet, Inspector...

in the name of honour and this country.

And you representatives of this country have the nerve

to summon me here and accuse me of being a common criminal?

[growling] - No, Sir.

- Inspector Thatcher, as always,

is acting in the best interest of the Canadian people,

and of her government... often in very difficult

circumstances.

I'm personally liaising with the Chicago Police Department

on this case.

And if you would like to call me at this numbertomorrow,

I would be happy to go over every aspect of the investigation.

Thank you, Sir.

- Fraser...

Uh, l- I'm afraid that I may,

uh, sometimes underestimate you.

- Not without justification, I'm sure.

- Still, it's comforting to know

that I can think of you as a... partner,

as well as a subordinate.

- Hooo, be careful, son.

- Of what?

- Of me.

- When a woman gets that stirring in her loins, watch out.

- Nothing's stirring in anyone's loins.

- Did you just say loins?

- Oh, no, Sir. Loins... Sir?

Loins... sirloins.

Sirloins, possibly, because I have been, uh...

I have been thinking about a good piece of meat...

Sir, will you excu...

[humming]

What was that all about? - What was what all about?

- You know perfectly well what I'm talking about...

Inspector Thatcher's loins.

- You always know where you are with clouds.

I was taught that by the Group of Six.

- It was the Group of Seven.

- Mmm, not in our group.

- Dad, we are not in a locker room.

- She wants you, son, and I imagine, by God,

that she's gonna get you too.

- Those don't even look like clouds.

- Oh, son, son, son, you look but you don't see.

Look a little more closely at the detail.

See, these are not really clouds.

I got the whole family in there. There's uncle Tiberius.

Behind him, aunt Winnie.

See that little space? That's forthe grandkid.

Saving that.

- Group of Six.

"You look but you don't see."

- Who the hell are you?

- Did you know a Chantal Bowman?

- Why? - I'm sorry

to have to inform you of this.

There has been... - She's dead.

- I'm afraid so, yes.

Excuse me, Sir.

- Look, I got a wife. I got kids.

- Detective Vecchio, please.

- I can't get involved in this.

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

For a variety of reasons... [screeching brakes]

- Step away from him, Constable.

- General, please.

[sirens blaring]

Come along, Sir.

- Up against the car. Assume the position.

Apart.

- I know you now.

- Let's go, buddy.

Cuff him.

- What kind of a country is this?

The man who killed my daughter goes free!

- Don't worry, nobody's going free. Just have a seat there.

- I want to call the consulate. - No problem.

You just take a seat there. I'll be right back, okay?

So?

- He admits he was shacking up with the Bowman woman.

But he's got an alibi forthe night of the murder.

- Oh, yeah? Tight? - It's pretty tight.

- How tight?

- The night of the murder, he was addressing 2,000 members

of the Chicago Booksellers Association at the Plaza Hotel.

- That's tight.

- Tell you one thing,

he's more afraid of his wife than he is of us.

- They've arrested him?

- He is being detained.

- We could have an international incident on our hands!

- Sir... Sir?

Oh!

- Be embarrassing to have to trade for General Bowman...

like the Americans did for Francis Gary Powers.

- Orthe Toronto Maple Leafs did for Dougie Gilmour.

- Careful of the far side.

- Oh! It's wet.

- I was carrying ice.

- Excuse me, Fraser. I'm wet.

- Oh, it's perfectly all right, Sir.

- Fraser? - Yes, Sir.

- Fraser. - Sir.

- Don't say "sir" every time I say "Fraser", Fraser.

Just... let my thoughts reveal themselves.

First, I want to apologize for my behaviour in front of General Bowman.

- Oh, no apologies necessary, Sir.

- Please. I'm afraid that I appeared less than...

managerial. - Oh, no, not at all.

- ljust wanted to thank you for intervening.

- Yes, Sir.

- Not that you needed to intervene.

- No, no, of course not.

- The thing is, I've been a little preoccupied lately.

- Ah... I hadn't noticed.

- Well, I have.

You know I went to my friend Nancy's baby shower just now.

- Mm-hmm. - Thank you, by the way,

foryour advice on the gift. You were absolutely right.

- Oh, I'm glad.

- You're a surprisingly sensitive man...

for all your physical strength and courage.

- Please, Sir...

- I've been thinking lately about having a child.

- Really?

Well, uh... ahem,

I think you would make a... crackerjack mother.

- Thank you, Fraser.

It's an enormous undertaking.

And you know me.

I mean, I wouldn't even know how to start.

That's where you come in.

Is your seat wet, too?

- No, Sir.

- Anyway, I was thinking, with all your experience in the field,

that you might be the kind of man

who would know a thing ortwo about this sort of business.

I was hoping to... involve you in the process.

- In the process? - We'd have to be very discreet.

Naturally, I'd want to get the whole thing over with

as quickly as possible. - Oh, naturally.

- So I can count on you, then, to be up forthis?

- Oh, well, look, look where we are.

Good old police station.

[crying]

- What a cutie.

- That's a cute baby.

- How you doing?

Bye-bye.

- Oh, Fraser, look.

Isn't that sweet?

- Oh, yes, very, uh...

- Fraser.

- Ah, Ray. Where... where's the general?

- Uh, with the lieutenant.

- Detective. - With the lieutenant.

- Fraser.

- Wh-what?

- Oh, uh, she was sitting on ice.

- That's cold.

- Well, yes, but it melted.

- Look, uh, I got Evars in Interview One.

Did you know his wife was Audra Binghamton?

She's got all the money.

She's one of the Chicago blue-blood families.

No wonder he's so worried about, uh,

herfinding out about this little chippy.

One false move, he's on the street without a dime.

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

- Whose side are you on anyway?

I thought you were here to protect my interests.

- General, Mr. Evars is an American citizen,

and as such, we deem him to be innocent

until proven guilty of any crime.

- He killed my daughter!

- We have no evidence to that at this time.

If and when we obtain such evidence,

he'll be off the street fasterthan a dropped wallet.

I give you my word. - And in the meantime?

- You could be deported.

You could be held here at the police station,

oryou can be released into the custody of the Canadian Consulate.

- I have committed no crime.

- Well, there could be a number of gun-related charges, General,

and contrary to popular belief,

we take that pretty seriously around here.

We wouldn't want another War of 1812 on our hands, would we?

- I don't blame you. You lost that war.

- The war of 1812? No, we didn't.

- The name Queenston Heights ring a bell with you?

We cleaned your clocks.

- Inspector, get the general out of my office, please?

The jail, the consulate, anywhere.

- We can make you comfortable at the consulate, Sir.

- Good.

- General.

Not a good idea to mention 1812, Sir.

The Americans hate it when they lose a war.

- Yes, thank you kindly.

That was the Ballantyne Hotel in Buffalo.

They'll be faxing over a copy of Chad Percy's hotel bill

from the night of Sonny's murder.

- Okay, this is stupid.

We got two murders, two suspects,

two motives up the yin-yang, and we got two airtight alibis

on the nights of the murders in question.

- Hey, Ray. - Look, we're working here, Francesca.

My super id is completely groovy, and if I ever start to drool,

you'll be the first one I call, okay?

- Fraser, would you agree

that our air conditioning

causes us to see things in certain ways?

- Air conditioning?

Perhaps you mean simply conditioning?

You know, the school of behaviour...

Excuse me, could I...

- What?

- ljust had an epiphany.

- What?

- Chad Maxwell did not kill Sonny Dunlap.

- Wha... We know that, 'cause he wasn't even in Chicago

at the time. What kind of epiphany is that?

- It's an excellent epiphany.

He was in Buffalo... less than two hours drive from Toronto,

where Ms. Bowman was murdered.

I think they traded victims.

- Holy mother of God. You want to spell this out for me?

- Nick Evars didn't kill Miss Bowman.

He killed Sonny Dunlap.

- Chad Percy killed Ms. Bowman. - They switched.

- You see, both men wanted someone dead. Chad Percy,

because Sonny was blackmailing him and threatening to expose him.

- And Miss Bowman was threatening to tell Evars' wife about their affair,

thereby throwing him off the old gravy train.

- They both knew that they'd be prime suspects

in any investigation of the murders,

so they arranged to provide one another with iron-clad alibis.

- So Chad Percy was in Canada when Sonny was killed here in Chicago.

- That's right, Nick Evars was in Chicago

when Ms. Bowman was killed in Toronto. - Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Is there any proof of this? - Uh, I knew you'd ask that.

- It's a, uh, working hypothesis.

- Is there a shred of evidence that they even knew each other?

- Uh, no, I'm afraid not. - Hmm.

Well, I suggest you find that shred.

If you'll excuse me now,

I'm gonna get my superego in touch with my id.

[radio static]

[beeping]

- 514, go ahead.

- It's parked out back. The black one.

- Fraser, we aren't having any luck with the phone taps,

so we're gonna give him a jolt.

Uh, we dug up the connection.

Uh... uh, part of Percy's sentencing on that assault charge

was going to these anger-management seminars.

We showed Evars's picture around and came up with a positive ID.

- All right, we ready to make the call?

- Yeah.

[dring!]

- Hello, - Hello, Mr. Evars?

- Speaking.

Hi, this is the Chicago Police Department calling.

Lieutenant Welsh would like to know if you could come in

and speak to a couple of our officers regarding the Sonny Dunlap's case.

- Dunlap? I don't know, uh...

There must be some mistake.

You must mean, uh, mean the Chantal Bowman case.

- Oh, yeah, sorry,

I must've mixed them up.

You know how it is, drowning in paperwork.

Um, I was just wondering, when could you come in?

- Look, I've got another call. I'm alone in the office.

Um... I'll call you back.

[dialling phone]

[phone ringing]

- Yeah.

- They know.

[dring!]

- Yeah.

- Don't hang up. This is a new phone.

- You stupid bastard.

- He's following me.

- Who? The cops? - No, herfather.

He's gonna kill me, I know it.

- Okay, you know the Douglas overpass just before the river?

Lead him there. Take yourtime.

I'll need 20 minutes.

[police radio]

[Ray]: He's heading west on Roosevelt.

I'm right behind him, heading forthe river.

[gun cocking]

- Go around.

- Drop it!

- Nice work, Ray.

What took you so long?

- Got lost in the long grass there. - What's going on here?

- I thought you and your pal could tell us.

- Pal? l- I've never seen this guy before in my life.

- Oh, so, what, you just go around trying to shoot perfect strangers?

- You knew one another, didn't you, Mr. Evars?

- You're damn right we know each other.

And it was his idea.

- Down!

- I have no quarrel with either of you.

You stand aside and I'll take them from here.

- General...

- Stand aside,

or I will kill all four of you.

- l- I didn't kill your daughter.

- Yes, you did.

You both did.

And you can both answerfor it.

- General,

you've spent your entire life

fighting to bring peace to people in the world.

Do you want that struggle to end here?

- They don't deserve to live.

- It's not our decision to make.

- I am a soldier. - And a Canadian.

And as such, I know you believe in the rule of law,

not in vigilante action.

We have to leave this to justice, Sir.

- Say it.

Say it.

- I did it.

- Did what?

- I killed your daughter.

[Stan Rogers music playing]

... and watching the apples grow

Down on the farm...

- This was your baby bag.

It was good for40 below.

Of course, a little 60 below never hurt anybody,

unless you were wearing bermudas.

Well, he can't be reared in this jungle.

We'll have to move north.

- Getting a little ahead of yourself.

- You can run, you can't hide. - What are you talking about?

- Grandchildren. - Grandchildren...

Dad, you cannot have grandchildren, you are dead.

- So you keep telling me, with overmuch glee I might add.

- Oh, for God's sake. - Oh, come on, son,

would it kill you to give her a leg over?

- A leg over?

Dad, I really don't have time forthis.

- That's what I said. Look what it got me.

- Well, that's a different story. And there you are.

Leg over, foot down, thigh up... lunatic.

[Due South theme] [record scratching]

[Fraser Sr.]: It's not overyet, son.

- Come in.

- Ahem.

- Yes, Constable.

- Ahem.

- What is it, Fraser?

- Well, Sir, I've, uh...

I've given considerable thought to your, uh, proposal.

And, uh...

And, I mean, I have nothing against, um...

Well, I have nothing against, you know...

It's just that l- I'm not, by nature, impulsive.

Although I have been known, you know, to... to really let my...

to let my hair...

Well, no, that's not, strictly speaking, true.

I've never even let my hair grow.

- Is there a point to this? - Yes, Sir, the point is that...

ljust think that things like this

should be taken... incrementally.

Um, perhaps we could start with conversation.

And, uh, although, well, you and I have talked,

so I suppose we could bypass that

and just move to the next... increment... dancing, possibly.

Oh, not now... not now of course, because there is no music.

Although, you know, my parents used to dance, um...

without music all the time.

I recall times in my childhood when... - Fraser.

You didn't think that I...

- I don't think that you...?

- Well, when I asked that you be part of the process...

you didn't think that I was suggesting...

- That you were suggesting...?

- W-well, that you...

- That I...

- Because that would be... - Oh, no, no.

No, I mean, that would be, uh...

- I meant adoption, Fraser.

- Uh, Sir, may I, um...

- May you what?

- Be dismissed.

- If you wish.

- Oh, uh...

I found these.

so I'm just trying to ignore it.

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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