All language subtitles for Due South s04e13 Call Of The Wild 2.eng

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Gas.

Muldoon.

He died 30 years ago.

Ray.

Ray?

- Ray Vecchio.
- Ray Vecchio?

- Oh, dear.
- Muldoon has weaponry for sale,

and a buyer; he needs
somebody to broker the deal.

- I thought I was going
to meet someone

called Armando Langoustini.
- You are.

- Who the hell is Ray Vecchio?
- How the hell should I know?

- You be Ray Vecchio.
You were Ray Vecchio first.

And, uh, who am I?

- You can be Stanley Kowalski.
- O.K.

Later, Stanley... Sir.

- Your mother was a pretty woman,
Benton.

But when I shot her, she dropped
like a big old sack of potatoes.

Where are you going now?

- To tend to something
I should have tended long ago.

I'll come back.

Until I do, stay alert...

And get Muldoon... for me.

And for your mother.

- Do you Mounties
still always get your man?

We try to.

Go get him, Benny.

What the hell was that?

- You know, Fraser, being your
partner has certain drawbacks.

Not bad, Fraser, not...

...good. Not good at all.

Benton Fraser,

you're getting to be damn near
as irritating as your father was.

Throw them out when
we're over the ice field.

They'll be lost forever.
- Ice field?

What the hell is an ice field?
- A field of ice.

- The Yank misses the obvious.
- Sometimes.

- Sometimes? What is it
the rest of the time?

- Well, it would still
be a field of ice.

Both of you, just shut up.

He's rude.

Why do villains have
such hard heads?

- We got a major smuggler
dealing in dangerous weapons.

We have an unknown buyer
and an unknown objective.

Keep your ears to the ground
and work your snitches.

Let's remember, we got two
missing officers out there.

There'll be no vacations,
there'll be no leaves...

- And no sleep for anybody, which
means we work 24 hours a day,

eight days a week,
which comes out to exactly...

11,520 minutes every week.

I want to break out

the plastic hoses on this one, guys.

We want these suspects
sweating between the ears.

We...

The floor is yours, Harding.

All right, let's get to work.

Huey, Dewey, you talk to the guy
we picked up at Alcott Trucking.

Any word on your brother?

- They moved him onto another ward,
but he's still got a bullet in him.

Lucky guy.

He's still got a bullet in him.

- It didn't kill him, did it?
That was a golden bullet.

The world's his oyster now.

He can retire at full pay,
do anything he wants to do.

Any word from him?

- Ray!
- Vecchio!

- We're in trouble, aren't we?
- Well...

- Throw him a bone, Son,
something encouraging.

- Yes, we are in big trouble.
- That's encouraging?

What are you doing?

- Do mine, do mine. Do mine.
- All in good time.

First we need to determine
what this aircraft's destination is.

- We already know that, Fraser.
Death.

The destination is death.
Now do mine, come on.

- May I borrow your chewing gum?
- Why?

I'm sticking it in my ear.

- I don't get you... we're about
to get tossed out of a plane

And you're making some arts
and craft wire sculpture thing.

No, no, what I'm attempting to do

is plug into the satellite uplink,

hopefully intercept some
of the binary information

from the airplane's
communication system.

Wire and gum?

We're in luck.

Muldoon was in the process
of organizing a rendez-vous.

My guess is it's connected to
the second stage of his plans.

- How'd you get that from
a piece of wire and gum?

- That's not important;
what is important

is we now have the coordinates
for the rendez-vous.

70 degrees north
by 125 degrees west.

If memory serves,
that's Franklin Bay.

- It's not important;
what is important

is we're going to get tossed out
of the plane onto an ice field.

- Well, that, too, yeah,
but rest easy,

I have no doubt
that inspector Thatcher

is organizing a rescue party
e'en as we speak.

- The car's ready and the flight
leaves in exactly 72 minutes.

Uh, Sir, I'm nervous.

You see, I've never flown
before and quite frankly,

I've never been more than
10 storeys off the ground.

And this airline you've chosen,
is it reputable?

- Rest easy, Constable, it's
the only airline that matters.

Chicken,
fish, full body massage?

You're absolutely
right, Sir. No other way to go.

- Hey, Jerry, you ever hear
of the Iguana family?

Yeah.

- How 'bout a guy named
Armando Langoustini?

The bookman? Of course.

In my line of work,
that's somebody you look up to.

I mean, he'd kill you
for a parking spot.

- What would you think about somebody
who got on his wrong side?

- Ha, ha, I'd say
the guy's pretty stupid.

You're...

The bookman?

Mm-hmm.

- You mean I'm...?
- Yep.

O.K.

Muldoon met this guy
a couple of times... the buyer.

Give me a name.

I'm bad with names.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

He had like a code... code name.

One, seven... F-O-C, seven, six.

I think I can take them.

- Ray, patience.
- This is no time for patience.

All I got to do is draw them closer.
- Ray.

- O.K., don't sweat it, I'm
going to do it your way, O.K.?

All right.

Excuse me... ah...

Henchmen, uh,
it would be very much

appreciated if you were to throw down
your weapons of mass destruction

and surrender yourself
to my partner and myself.

O. K... dolphin boy.

He always like this?

- Well, I'm sorry,
he's somewhat impulsive.

And, uh, I think that actually
what he wanted to say... Ray...

Dolphin boy?

- Look, this isn't going
to hold them for long.

Remind me, Fraser,

is there some sort of thing
about shooting a gun off in a plane?

- Well, it depends on the altitude.
If you're up high enough,

any puncture in the airplane's skin
could cause a massive depressurization.

And, well, just imagine that
you were, say, a bowling ball

being sucked through
40 yards of garden hose.

One, seven, F-O-C, seven, six.

Fo... foc.

- Hey, watch how you pronounce that.
It may not fly on television.

We're getting nowhere fast here.

- We've got to be on the wrong track.
- Track...?

Track... train...

- What train?
- Train track... Train, train.

Look, I got it.
One, seven, seven, six.

1776... the War of Independence.

F- O-C... Fathers of Confederation.

We've met these clowns before.

Yeah, but the Bolt brothers
are both doing life in the federal pen.

Well, then,
let's run down all their visitors.

Who came, when they came
and where they went.

- An extended family is
a good thing, isn't it, Cyrus?

- Yes, it is, Cousin Randall.
It is indeed.

One visitor in the last month.

Cyrus Bolt, cousin on his
father's side, right out of Idaho.

We got his whereabouts?

E.T.F. crime data has Cyrus Bolt

checked into the Meridian two
weeks ago, hasn't checked out.

Pick him up.

- You got a plan?
- You bet I do.

We're going to jump.

- You're not cutting and running, Son.
- You mean out of the airplane?

- Either that or they shoot us.
- It happened to me. It's not so bad.

This stuff should keep us warm.

All right, toss me a parachute.

- Well, you know, that's the really
exciting part of this plan, Ray.

There are no parachutes.

Open that damn door!

- The snow is bottomless,
so it should be...

well, it should be like
falling into a duvet.

- Yeah, I'm going to
take my chances here.

Blow it off its goddamn hinges!

- Ray, look, turtles.
- Turtles?

- See you at the rendez-vous,
gentlemen.

See you in hell, Benton!

Aaah!

Ray?

You all right?

- I'm under 30 feet of snow.
How could that be all right?

Well, you're alive.

Start digging.

- You break something
in your face?

Not that I'm aware of.

- Look, we're a hundred miles from
nowhere on a frozen wasteland

and you're grinning like an idiot.

I'm home.

- You ever hear of the United States
Constitution, Second Amendment?

"A well-regulated militia,

being necessary for the security
of the free state,

the rights of the people to keep
and bear arms shall not be infringed. "

- Now, you drag me in here to
answer to your Nancy-boy laws

just because I happen
to have a couple of guns.

Couple of guns, huh?

How about 600
grenade launchers,

1,100 assault rifles,
450 flame-throwers

and an unknown
number of small arms.

So, I'm a sportsman.

- And a licensed arms dealer
with a well-regulated militia.

All perfectly legal.
- A well-regulated militia?

Try losers in the woods with enough
fire power to level the Sears Tower.

- You ever see a maggot crushed?
- I'll crush you, you mushmouth.

Book him! Book him!

- I'll talk to a judge.
You'll be out in no time.

Take your hands off me!

Nobody calls me mushmouth,
not even my mother!

- You know, Ray, when sometimes
somebody gets lost in the system?

Even their lawyers can't
find them for a few days.

A human tragedy, Sir.

- I'm going to kick your butt
to Cincinnati!

Fraser, I'm not up to this.

My idea of health is a cup
of coffee... without sugar.

I'm not fit, I mean,
I'm fit... I'm city fit...

I'm just not snowshoe fit.

- Got to keep going, Son.
- Got to keep going, Ray.

Track the weasel to his lair.

- Muldoon's rendez-vous
is two days from now.

We take a direct route, we
should be able to intercept him.

- Hang on a minute. Hang on a minute.
Two days from here?

- That's right.
So, weight forward, heels up,

place it on your toes
and away we go.

Where we going to sleep?

Sleep! When I went after Muldoon,

I went full out
eight days and eight nights.

I slept on my feet.

- Was that not exciting
or what, Sir?

Worst four hours of my life.

Here we go.

- Wah! Ohh...
- Sorry, sir.

Meg Thatcher! Perfect timing.

Just firing up
a moose hock here,

wrapped in wild boar tongue,

smothered with gorgonzola cheese.

Ah, ha... delightful.

Buck Frobisher,
this is Constable Turnbull.

Turnbull, Buck Frobisher.
- Turnbull, good to see you.

Ahh, ooo.

- So, Buck, you only have dogsleds
here. No snowmobiles?

- Ah, snowmobiles take gas, Inspector.
- I thought you had gas, Sir.

- Oh, we have plenty of gas, Son.
Just, why waste it?

Just throw down some tallow
for the dogs and they run forever.

Dief? Throw some tallow down
for the dog, will you?

Speaking of tallow, Sir.

I've got half a mind to strap on
the old feedbag myself.

- Yes, Turnbull,
you do have half a mind.

What I need is a good hot bath.

- Well, nothing in the way
of a bath here.

Never felt the need
for it myself.

So the people who do just go outside
and roll around in the snow.

Ha, ha, ha...
burnt or well done?

- Fraser, you ever get the feeling
that, uh, you know, you're lost?

No.

A quick look to the stars, the sun,
you can always find your location.

- No, I don't mean where you are.
I mean who you are.

Oh.

When I first came to Chicago, I felt
as though I was from another planet.

- Which you are.
- Which I've come to accept.

Everything was unknown.

And, at times, it was frightening.

I felt as though I was an explorer,

an urban explorer.

Urban explorer.

I remember one time we were on a
stakeout and I was trying to explain

the sense of otherworldliness
to the detectives,

and I was telling them
the story of Sir John Franklin,

who set out to discover
the Northwest Passage.

But I realized,
as I was telling the story,

that they'd all fallen a...

The Yank won't survive this, Son.

You might have to, you know...

Leave him in the snow.

Do you ever listen to yourself?

To what you're actually saying?
- I know. I can't help it.

Muldoon is tearing at me.
I can't sleep, can't eat.

- You can't sleep or eat
because you're dead.

You're also very pale.
I can practically see through you.

Ah, trick of the northern lights.

Find him.

After we sleep...
We need sleep... I know.

Except me, of course.

- Nobody locks up Cyrus Bolt
and lives to see their grandchildren.

- Yeah, well, it's a big building,
with a big system, mistakes happen.

- This is Mr. Bolt's release order.
- Ahh!

Mr. Bolt.

- Step aside,
you ineffectual pissant.

- Just what is this big deal
you got cooking?

- Bigger than you have
the capacity to imagine.

- Oh, I want somebody
on this guy day and night.

- I got the days.
- I got the nights.

- I'm sorry, I don't think
I've had the pleasure.

Stella... Stella Kowalski.

- Ray Vecchio...
The real Ray Vecchio.

- Fraser, could we take a nap?
- Soon, Ray.

Soon when?

Soon as we get over that.

Just relax, Ray.
- I can't.

- Just look above you.
- I can't.

- One hand after another.
- I can't.

Aaahhh!

I got you. I got you.

- Jeez, you know,
these aren't my underwear.

Ah...

Ow.

- Hello.
Inspector Thatcher?

- Uh... she's up to her
beautiful neck in hot water.

We've been
tracking Cyrus Bolt.

He just took off at Tuktoyaktuk.

We think he's en route for a meeting
with Muldoon, destination unknown.

Pass that on to her.
- Will do.

Turnbull, I need a towel.

- Inspec...
- Ahh!

Whoo-hoo! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

I like this. Reminds me of
a swing set I had as a kid.

- Ray...
- Whee.

Ray. Ray? Ray!

Hypothermia, Son?

- Possibly... Put your legs in the
hammock. It's time to go to sleep.

Here. Wrap up.

- Anything you say, Fraser,
buddy-buddy, calamari.

- Is the Yank going to make it?
- Chicky-chicky...

I don't know.

- My ass is numb.
- I don't know.

- Our father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
Thy... shall be done, on earth

as it is in heaven.

Ray.

Ray!

Ray!

Oh, dear.

Frobisher here.

Inspector Thatcher?

- She's up to her
pretty neck in Mounties.

Hold the line.

Thatcher.

- Bolt's plane never
made it to Tuktoyaktuk.

He dropped out of sight south
of there, around Franklin Bay.

Franklin Bay.

Hardly a precise location.

- Your mother and I
were once trapped

in a terrible blizzard on our way
to Resolute to pick up supplies.

Thought I was done for...
Your mother, too.

We still looked a lot better
than the Yank does now.

What did you do?

- Pushed on through the cold and
the pain... we kept each other going.

- Because that's what
partnership is all about.

- Fraser, you got
this hypothermia thing?

You seem to be talking to yourself.

- Oh, possibly.
- Well, Fraser, just listen to me.

You got to push through the cold
and the pain and keep moving,

'cause that's what
partnership's all about.

There's red ships and green ships,
but there's no ships like partnerships.

- All right, Ray, you're starting
to blither... Ready?

- I'm cold and my back is hurting
from the weight of the pack.

Move out!

- Top of the world, Ma,
top of the world.

That's a wonderful movie.

Jimmy Cagney, Virginia Mayo.

White heat, 1949.

- Look, Fraser, I just climbed
my first mountain.

I need a moment to triumph.

Oh, right, of course.

Well, please, go ahead, Ray.

Oh, there, that was good.

Now, let's see what we're going
to do about getting down.

Down?

I love down.
Down is a piece of cake.

Down is fun. Down is great. Down is...

Stop. Down is dangerous.

This is the ice field they
were going to drop us on.

Fissures abound, move slowly.
- Fishers?

- Yeah, deep cracks in the ice,
frequently snow-covered.

- The ice is full of deep cracks?
Is that what you're telling me?

Yes. Franklin Bay is that way.

You know, Ray, you have
to think of an ice field

like a mine field, now, if you...

- Mine field?
- Whoa, whoa, Ray, whoa!

Ray, Ray, hold on, Ray.

Aaahhh!

- You all right?
- Oh, yeah.

Uh, s-stuck.
- Yeah.

Where are we?

We're trapped.

You're going to get us out, right?

You're going to use some of that
northern folklore type stuff

and get us out, right?
- Not this time.

We are well and truly trapped.

Give me your gun.

Oww.

- All right, and now we just
have to wait and hope that...

that in this vast, unpopulated,
untravelled wilderness

that somebody sees it.

If nobody notices it?

- Then we die.
- Ah.

- Well, for all we know,
they could be...

They could be stuck in a block
of ice somewhere or something.

I mean, it's not like I care.
It's just...

- You care.
- Do you think so?

Mm-hmm. You have a generous heart.

Well, thank you, Stella.

Oh, please.

- You know, when I add it all up,
I only got one regret.

That I never went on any
kind of real adventure.

You don't consider being trapped

200 feet down an ice crevasse
an adventure?

Nah. More like, uh,

you know, finding the top of the Nile
or the tomb, King Tut's tomb,

Uh, dating a super model...
- Oh.

Franklin.

What the hell is Franklin?

Why am I thinking of Franklin?

- In 1845, Sir John Franklin
set off in search

of the Northwest Passage
with two boats,

the Erebus and the Terror.

And he was last seen navigating
Peel Sound July 26th.

Nobody found him?

No, no, no.

Many went in search of his hand
reaching for the Beaufort Sea,

but none found him.

- I get out of this,
I live through this,

I find that hand.

I'm going to find that
reaching-out hand.

It might be the hand of death.

Yeah, well, I faced death.

And what did you do?

I sang.

Of course it was Abba,

so it sort of spoiled
the romantic effect,

but, yeah, I sang.

Then we should sing.

- What? S.O.S.?
- No.

Ah for just one time

I would take

The Northwest Passage
- Yee!

To find the hand of Franklin

reaching for the Beaufort Sea

Tracing one warm line

Through a land
so wide and savage

And make a Northwest passage
to the sea

Westward from...

Delmar!

How you doing?

Oh, you know, a bit stuck.

Hey, good to see you.

It's been, what, since grade 4.

Yeah.
- At least.

God, I loved grade 4... so...

You want out or are you O.K. there?

- Out, out would be good.
- Yeah.

O.K.

Grade 4?

He was, he was held back a bit.

- Well? Guess I'll be
getting on my way.

Well, I thank you kindly, Delmar.

Where are you headed, anyway?

Further north, yeah.

Got to get out of this
wilderness rat race.

The country's getting too crowded.

There's a couple of hunters
over at Project Valley.

There's some guys with heavy
armament over at Diamond Head.

And 10,000 feet up
on Mount Sibuyan,

There's a soccer team eating each other.
- Would you mind repeating that?

- Yeah, Argentine soccer team
they're each...

Eating themselves up...

- No, no, not that.
The part about the heavy weaponry.

Diamond Head, yeah.

Yeah, all decked out in black,
snowmobiles, the whole thing.

Uh, anyway, Benton,
good to see you.

You too, Delmar.

- Ah, grade 4, uh?
Sticks with me like a bowl of gruel.

Be safe.
- You too.

- They all like that around here?
- Like what?

I mean, the territory's
largely unpopulated.

Like Grizzly Adams,
kind of nutty like that.

Well, for the most part, yes.

- Oh, Benton, there's
also a bunch of Mounties

over at King's Creek.

- King's Creek, Son,
got to get to King's Creek.

King's Creek, Ray.

So, what, we're changing plans?

- Yes, we've got to get
the rendez-vous coordinates

to Buck Frobisher at King's Creek.

Climb aboard.

Men! Tent! Tent! Fire!

- Well, men, just in time.
I'm firing up a little moose hock.

Good trip?

Ahhh.

- A delicious meal, Sir.
- Ah, thank you.

- We should be able to make Bolt's
rendez-vous by midday tomorrow.

- Is, uh, is he around here
by any chance?

Your father, I mean.

Oh, no.

You know he never told me
about my mother?

But what could he say?

That he was a flawed individual?

That he failed your mother?
Failed you?

He was half mad with grief,
Benton.

He did what he could,
what he knew.

He became a murderer.

Muldoon laughed at him,

laughed in his face.

Mustn't be too harsh on him...

- I'm not so sure
about this rendez-vous.

I mean, we only got
half a dozen Mounties,

and they got 40 armed... men.

The odds are kind of funky.

- Well, it isn't any good
if there's no challenge.

Well, I think I'll go lay down
some tallow for the dogs.

Oh, Diefenbaker.

Ah, bad manners.

Hounds these days.

So, if, uh,

we live through this,
we get back to Chicago,

I guess you'll partner up
with Vecchio.

That's O.K., 'cause he's a...

good guy.
You worked with him for a while.

You know, Ray, my father
and Buck Frobisher

were partners for more
than 20 years.

And their territory
was thousands of miles.

Sometimes they wouldn't
see each other for months.

But no matter how far apart
they were,

they always knew
that they were partners.

I'm not sure if you're...

- Fraser.
- Duty.

Barks.

- I've been thinking about
the matter of our transfer.

You know, I look out into this
cold, barren, empty landscape,

where any mistake
could be your last,

where you're surrounded
by endless miles of silence,

with only yourself for company,

and I can't think
of a life less appealing.

But obviously it is
where you belong.

Yes, Sir, I think it is.

So then this could be our...

Possibly.

Then maybe we should...

They have called this day

the 11 th of March.

And whomsoever of you
gets through this day,

unless you are shot in the head
or somehow slain,

you will stand a-tiptoe,

when e'er you hear
the name again.

And you will get excited
at the name...

March the 11th.

We happy few, we few,
we band of brothers,

our names will be as like...
household names.

And those who are not here,
be they sleeping

or doing something else,

they will feel themselves...

sort of crappy

because they are not here to...

to join the fight on this day,

the 11 th of March!

Move out.

Go.

I've sent for reinforcements,
Sir, just in case.

Good thinking, Fraser.

To battle!

We're going to get him, Caroline.

I promise you, promise.

Look, you're making me dizzy.

You're making me dizzy.

- No, it's the not knowing
that's making me crazy.

- Knowing those two, they could be
standing in the middle

of a frozen lake right now
staring at a map.

- You sure this is the place?
- Well, these are the coordinates.

125 degrees west
by 70 degrees north.

What the hell was that?

- The ice cracking beneath us.
- Ice cracking?

- It's not uncommon.
It's caused by the ebb and flow.

This is a fjord
that opens out to the sea.

Why would he want to meet here?

Why wouldn't he want
to deliver his guns

in the warmth and safety
of any American city?

Hey, fellow.

Buck.

- Bob, wondering where you been.
You look a little pale.

I'm still dead.

- Yes, well, I'm having
a hard time believing that.

Well, there you are, then.

- Well, that's another story...
with my regrets.

We'll get Muldoon for Caroline.

For caroline. Oh, forgot.

Trouble.

What? Great Scott!

Warm up, warm up,
husband your ammunition.

Shoot to kill,

or if not, at least to hurt them enough
so they'll give themselves up.

Is that normal?

It's perfectly natural, Ray.

The movement of the sea under the ice
causes it to heave and crack.

Hold up.

- This would seem to answer
our questions, Ray.

It would appear
that Mr. Muldoon...

is delivering a delta-class nuclear
Russian submarine to Mr. Cyrus Bolt.

Retreat and reform.

- Why would Bolt want a sub?
- Hold the planet to ransom, I imagine.

All right, go!

What about ammunition?

We'll run out, of course.

It's to be expected in a fire fight.

But we have plenty of moose hock
on the sled. That's a plus.

- We're going to need
those reinforcements.

- All right, let's kill us
some Mounties.

Fire!

I'm too young to die.

- Hang on, my God.
- It's the reinforcements.

Go, go, go, go, go, hey, go.

Paramounties.

It's the latest thing.

Muldoon.

- Gentlemen, please hold your fire.
You are surrounded.

- Excuse me, please, Sir.
- Fight, you scum!

Fight, damn you!

Move it, move it, move it.

Memo to myself:

Never try to raise
an army of liberation

out of a bunch of potato farmers
from Idaho.

Wish me luck.

That you don't need.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah, hyah!

Whoa, boy, whoa.

It's the end of the road, Muldoon.

Looks like you picked up your
dad's DNA for determination.

Ahhh!

Whew, like I was saying,
you don't quit very easily.

I don't give up ever.

- Well, I would consider that
a character flaw.

Because I'm now going to have
to kill you with my bare hands.

You won't be
doing any more killing.

Who said that?

Remember back 29 years.

Six-Mile Canyon.

Bob Fraser?

You were shot.

You're dead.
- So are you.

Oh, no, this can't be real.

It's real enough.

How can he see you?

Because I want him to.

You cross a Mountie,

he'll hunt you to the grave.

He'll hunt you
from beyond the grave.

Dad, stop.

This was wrong 29 years ago.

And it's wrong now.
- Then what am I doing here, Son?

- I think you've been given a chance
to try and get it right.

Will you take him in?

Oh, yes.

There is one thing I'd like to do.

What would that be?

- I don't know why anyone
ever does that.

Lord, that hurts.

What?

You're fading.

I've solved my last crime.

Caught my last man.
No reason to hang around.

- I, uh... I thought
you were permanent.

Oh, Son, nothing's permanent.

Caroline?

Mom.

Look inside a twisted world

I can't decide
what is even real any more

As though I ever knew

Tangled in the silhouette

Floating

Face down in a river

Of the past

And thoughts of you

Holy tears

They linger on

And life continues.

Detectives Jack Huey
and Thomas Dewey

realized their dream
of the One-Liner.

- So, what do you call a fish
with no eyes?

Fsh.

And their comedy
club played to marginal houses

for a long time.

Constable Turnbull decided
to run for public office.

Oh, ho, ho, hello.

- But his campaign got off
to a rocky start

when he was run over
by his campaign bus.

Ahhh!

My old partner, Ray Vecchio,

did indeed cough up
a golden bullet.

And he and Stella moved to Florida,
where they opened up a bowling alley.

Francesca Vecchio made
the cover of Life Magazine

with a record six
immaculate conceptions,

and she loved her babies
as though they were her own.

Does anyone have the answer?

- Lieutenant Welsh
stayed behind his desk

because that was
where he belonged.

- And now for international news.
- Inspector Thatcher transferred

to the Canadian Security
Intelligence Service,

where she was instrumental
in the destabilization

and overthrow
of several world dictators.

And as for Ray, or should I say,
Stanley Kowalski...

Sergeant Frobisher geared us up
with tack and tallow,

and led by Diefenbaker,
we set off, Ray and I...

we set off on an adventure.

And when we looked below,

he saluted.

Godspeed, Benton.

Sergeant Frobisher saluted.

And I saluted back.

I would take
the Northwest Passage...

And off we went

to find the hand of Franklin
reaching for the Beaufort Sea.

And if we do find his hand,

the reaching out one,

we'll let you know.

Through a land so wide and savage

And make a Northwest
Passage to the sea

Ah for just one time

I would take the Northwest Passage

To find the hand of Franklin

reaching for the Beaufort Sea

Tracing one warm line

Through a land so wide and savage

And make a Northwest Passage
To the sea

Tracing one warm line

Through a land so wide and savage

To find the hand of Franklin

Reaching for the Beaufort Sea

And make a Northwest Passage
To the sea

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