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[SNIFFLES]

SCHANKE: Come on, baby, not today of all days.

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Oh, man, Cohen's going to kill me.

I'll give you a nice new paint job.

A nice new lube job.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Come on. Come on, baby, please.

You can do it. You can do it.

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

[SPUTTERING STOPS]

No dice, huh?

I don't blame you.

Woo.

It's freezing.

Man, oh, man, I hate the cold.

[SNIFFING]

[CAR HONKING]

Hey, I'm a police officer!

Show some respect here!

I got your license number, pal!

[GASPING]

Hey, could you, uh...?

Please st...

They don't see me.

[MOANS]

You don't see me! You don't see what--

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

No! No!

You mother...

Superior?

Man, oh, man, oh, man, oh, man,

oh, man, oh, man!

I hate winter!

[♪]

NARRATOR: He was brought across in 1228.

Preyed on humans for their blood.

Now he wants to be mortal again...

To repay society for his sins...

To emerge from his world of darkness...

From his endless forever night.

[GROWLS]

[SHIVERING]

[SOFTLY] Yeah, I know, I know.

We've got a Jane Doe.

Looks like an OD.

Old Man Winter strikes again.

Mind if we take your car?

My beast of burden's out of commission,

maybe permanently.

Please, don't ask.

SCHANKE: And the bifocals on her.

I've seen pop bottles

that are thinner than that.

Call me crazy, but I don't think

somebody should be driving

if they can't see a vehicle

smaller than a supertanker.

Was she okay?

Oh, yeah.

She made off like a bandit.

How do you survive in the cold without a working car heater?

It works, it works.

Just give it a little time.

Eight centuries and this thing wouldn't heat up.

Oh, I tell you...

I'm burning out

on this great "Canadian Winter Hinter Wonderland" jazz.

Short, cold days, long cold, cold nights.

Do you realize it was pitch dark at 4:52 this afternoon?

4:52!

Yeah, speaking of clock-watching,

Cohen's been

a little unhappy with you lately.

Oh, yeah, and Lucky Lindy just landed in Paris.

Tell me something that's news, Nick.

Schank, if there's a problem...

Oh, I'm just...

I'm cold, and I'm tired.

Of what?

Of this.

Man, oh, man, oh, man.

I hate winter.

[♪]

Yeah.

Nat?

You look stunning.

Yeah, well.

Were you at a party or something?

Three hundred incredibly dull coroners at a convention

is not a party,

by any stretch of the imagination.

She used to be Gwen Madison, 27.

Landlord said she was a famous runway model.

You do something to your hair?

KNIGHT: It's the suit, Schank. The suit.

Oh.

Wow. I remember her.

She was the Wednesday Jeans Girl.

She was everywhere.

She was hot.

Well, she's pretty cold now.

Found cocaine on her face and in her hair.

Not just traces, either.

Looks like she was

literally rolling in the stuff.

SCHANKE: Wow.

What is this, the corner drug store?

What some people won't do to numb reality.

Or the pain.

Aren't you cold?

I don't think so.

"N.A. Narcotics Anonymous.

Irene, your friend, any time."

Well, we might as well head back.

This ain't a homicide.

I think we'll send a unit for Irene.

Well, help me.

I'm down to hot coffee, huh?

MAN: What 6-foot hunk of burning Irish love

can kick your keister any day?

Dee? Delehanty?

The one and only.

Oh, man, you bastard!

You look like a million bucks!

Yeah, U.S., Donny, and after taxes.

[CHUCKLING]

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, I was in the neighborhood,

so I thought I'd stop

and pick up a little bit of...

Souvlaki from Artie's!

Yeah.

Nick, Nick!

I want you to meet my best bud, Dee.

Patrick Delehanty.

Nick Knight. It's a pleasure.

Dee and I rode together for seven years.

Come on, let's eat.

Yeah.

[CHUCKLING]

SCHANKE: Ooh, smell that garlic.

Artie's special.

Schanke...

what happened to your car?

Captain, um, this is, uh...

Patrick.

We met earlier.

Care for some lunch, Amanda?

No, thank you.

So you two were partners?

Yeah, yeah, until, uh, Dee abandoned me

and moved to Montréal.

The truth is, I taught Donny

everything he knows.

COHEN: A dubious distinction.

Now, about your car?

We'll talk, captain.

I'm sure we will.

Patrick.

Amanda.

"Amanda"?

You've been here, what, five minutes?

I've been here a long time,

and I can't get so much as a smile out of her.

You still got the old charm, huh, Dee?

Aw, you know.

Sit down, sit down.

You're gonna hang, right?

Absolutely. Right.

Hey, care for some lunch, detective?

I got some extra.

Uh, no, no, I don't think so.

I-- I'm on this liquid diet.

It's more for us.

So, what, uh...?

What're things like in Montréal?

Great, I guess.

Can't say for sure.

I'm not there anymore.

You're not?

Nope. I quit the force.

SCHANKE: You qu--

You're joking, right?

No, I got fried, you know?

I needed a change,

so I chucked it all and moved to Arizona.

Phoenix?

No, no, no.

Scottsdale, much better.

You ever been out that way, my friend?

You'd know exactly what I mean.

[HORSE SNORTING]

Hello? Anybody here?

Hello?

[LEVER CLICKS]

Show me what you got, boy.

Come on, boy, the gold!

Give me all you got.

[GUNSHOT, MAN GROANS]

[LEVER CLICKS]

[WHINNIES]

The man didn't have your well-being in mind.

KNIGHT: I'm in your debt.

You saved my life.

Gets the day, you'll do likewise, friend.

Killed two prospectors last little while.

Name's Wade.

Name's Nicholas.

Pleased to meet you.

Pleasure.

DELEHANTY: Friendliest folks on Earth live in Scottsdale.

And the sunshine!

Huh, I bet the weather's nice, right?

What are you, kidding me?

It's like heaven.

So, um, what are you doing in heaven?

I'm a PI.

Get out, a gumshoe?

Yeah, I got a good job,

top-notch outfit, great guys.

A little divorce, a little wayward spouses,

missing persons, you know.

And a lot of golf.

[DELEHANTY CHUCKLES]

Mm...

NATALIE: I hope you don't find this all too...

Too gross?

Come on, Natalie, Dee's a cop like Elvis is dead.

DELEHANTY: No, I'm fine, Natalie.

Just go on about your business.

What about our model?

Acute heroin and cocaine intoxication,

but take a look at this.

It's her blood panel.

This indicates traces of mercury.

Very good.

Mercuric salts. Mercumulin to be precise.

Caught my eye too.

Definitely odd.

Enough to be lethal?

No. No, there's no question.

She ODed.

[♪]

SCHANKE: Just one at a time.

How much is that? No, no, I got it.

Get your money out-- No, no, your money's no good.

Tell me about it. Get that out of there.

What are you doing?

Want a couple of sodas? No, no, no...

LACROIX [OVER RADIO]: Tonight, your Nightcrawler

is ruminating on friendship.

DELEHANTY: Get your money out of there!

I'm not gonna tell you again.

I say a friend for life is a leech,

someone who bleeds you.

There is no real or lasting friendship,

and no one is to be trusted.

Who will challenge me on this?

Who does not believe that all friendships must sour,

slowly,

imperceptibly,

comme les mains de la cloche.

And that in the end,

it's not the big lie

that turns us into mortal enemies...

[DISCONNECTED LINE BEEPING]

...but the little white lies

that drive the wedges between us,

poison our loyalty and blight our trust.

You don't agree?

Let's discuss it, then...

friends.

I'm guessing seizure or aneurysm,

something sudden.

There's no indication of any external trauma.

There's some deformity and swelling

in the joints.

Chronic arthritis, that's it for now.

You know how to write.

You write it. Just do it, okay?

They're just hanging.

You know, old friends?

I think it's doing Schanke good.

And you?

Me?

[♪]

I haven't had much occasion

to bury a man.

The few times I had to, I...

I never knew what to say.

Rest in peace.

Well, well, well,

where have I seen this before?

There was some in the bathroom.

I guess he was taking it for arthritis.

Old guy was really hooked.

You know, we found the same stuff

in an OD earlier this evening.

Why don't we snag a lift off a uniform,

jump this over to the lab?

We'll do some more catching up, okay?

You got it.

It's okay, I'll finish up.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

FYI, your model, the OD,

had a long sheet in Vancouver.

Half a dozen arrests for cocaine possession.

Did Natalie get anything back

on the old man?

No.

His death's not connected in any way, is it?

It might be.

COHEN: Patrick.

DELEHANTY: Amanda.

So, what have you got?

Found this at both scenes,

the model's and the old man's.

Yeah, but Provatrex is a fairly common drug,

isn't it?

I'm just saying, Nick,

that there might be something there.

I don't think so.

Gentlemen, if this is gonna turn into

another one of your "I think so, I don't think so,"

Harvard-Princeton debates,

take it outside.

We'll wait for the lab reports.

Patrick.

Amanda.

Smart-looking woman,

if I do say so myself.

Got it in for you, does she?

Oh, yeah.

It goes with the job.

No big deal, right?

Right.

Well, if everybody doesn't mind,

I think I'll head back to the hotel.

No, no, no, Paddy, come on, stay, hang.

I could use you.

DELEHANTY: Donny, look, this is your red-eye shift,

not mine.

I promised myself never again.

I'm sticking to my guns.

But, wait, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

You show up at my hotel after your shift,

breakfast is on me, okay?

Great.

I'm going to run this down to Evidence lockup.

It's great to see you, buddy.

Yeah, you too.

See you in the morning. Okay.

Oh, Nick, uh, just a second.

Um, is Donny...?

Donny okay?

How do you mean?

Well, it's the real reason I'm here.

About a month ago,

I tried getting in touch with him,

but, uh, he wasn't in.

I spoke to Myra, his wife, you know,

and, uh, she seemed pretty worried about him.

Really?

Yeah. Yeah, she said

he's been really down in the dumps

You know, depressed.

She's afraid he's burning out on the job.

Now, have you noticed anything like that?

He has his days, just like everyone else.

Yeah, but I've known the man a long time, and...

See, we grew up together, you know?

I mean, we're-- We're dogs.

[LAUGHS]

We were kids, we used to ride our bikes

out past Richmond Hill to my uncle's place,

camp out overnight.

This one night, we were attacked, you know?

By a pack of dogs.

We fought them off, tooth and nail,

and after that,

we called ourselves... dogs.

He's mine, and I'm his.

We even have our own code.

"Dogs go to the end for each other."

You see, that's what brought me back, Nick.

My friend needs me.

I just don't know why yet.

[♪]

Uh, no. No, thanks.

No, no, go ahead.

I insist.

Saved your life.

You owe me any favor.

That's the code of the West.

Or at least...one of them.

Hard to keep track.

It's not bad.

Do most of my traveling by night.

Yeah.

Prefer the night.

Cool.

In the light of day,

sometimes you can see just how big the land is

and how alone you are.

[OWL HOOTING]

Do you have family, Nick?

No.

Yeah.

I never acquired one myself.

Well, we are some pair, ain't we?

Got nothing in this world

but just our thoughts to keep company with.

And a little whiskey.

You ever...

You ever kill a man?

Yeah, I have.

You ever wonder

what'll happen to you because of that?

I do.

Every time

I see their faces, I wonder.

You mean,

if we're going to be punished for our sins.

Damned.

It's not the kind of question

that's answered so easily, is it?

Maybe the answer is we're both already damned.

I don't give a damn what anyone tells you.

Gwen quit drugs.

She just celebrated her second year in the program.

She was clean.

Oh, and, uh, what program would that be?

Speedballers Anonymous?

What's he talking about?

Maybe you and Gwennie kind of fell off

the old wagon train, huh?

Some sponsor.

Schanke, easy.

Irene...

how was Gwen

the last time you saw her?

She hadn't felt good since the operation.

A lot of...headaches and pain.

What sort of operation?

I guess it doesn't matter now.

She had surgery last March to repair a deviated septum.

An occupational hazard for heavy nose-blowers.

A painful birth defect, detective.

You friend's got lousy manners.

You should brush him up on his interrogation technique.

Why didn't you just use a blunt instrument?

If you don't like the way I do my job,

just say so.

You squeezed her a little hard.

She just lost a friend.

Yeah, to drugs she might have supplied.

Innocent Irene has a sheet.

Possession for the purpose of--

It's an old rap, Schank!

She did her time.

Gwen Madison was her friend.

What's got into you, anyway?

Maybe some sense.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Come on in.

Whoa.

Huh?

Very nice.

[CHUCKLES]

Huh?

Very nice.

[CHUCKLING]

Very swank.

Well, it's a step or two above

working in Chinatown, I guess.

Damn straight.

A step or two above Mr. Lee's egg rolls too, huh?

Come on over here.

Take off your coat.

Yeah.

It's warm. Whew-hah.

Yeah, you know, I don't like to be cold.

[CHUCKLES]

A toast, all right?

To friends.

To glory,

past and yet to come.

Back at you.

Ooh, this ain't ginger ale.

Donny, you look like hell.

I feel like hell.

You know, if I didn't know better,

I'd say you were burning out.

Burning out with a bullet.

[LAUGHS]

Ah, I took the liberty of ordering.

Hope you don't mind.

Wow!

Oh, Paddy, this is gonna bankrupt you.

Ah, what the hell.

For one morning,

you're going to forget all your problems.

[RINGS]

Steak and eggs.

Medium rare, sunny side up?

You know what I like.

Dig in, dig in,

before it gets cold, come on.

Yeah.

This is fantastic.

So...

what kind of people do you work for, Dee?

Ah, you'd love 'em.

Last year's bonus, two weeks in St. Martin.

The Caribbean?

Mm. Where it's always warm.

[SIGHS]

The perks, Donny.

It's all about perks.

Yeah.

So, um, how was the rest of the shift

with your partner?

The usual drill.

[LAUGHING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

You got your phone?

Yeah.

Hello.

Schank, the blood panel on the old man

turned up mercury.

Same as the model?

Right, but this time, the amount was toxic.

Look, I'm gonna try Nick one more time, okay?

Yeah, okay. [DIALING PHONE]

Problem?

The old man died of acute mercury poisoning.

Jeez, what was he doing, wolfing down thermometers?

Come on, this is your morning to get away from all that.

Drink up.

The champagne's getting warm.

No.

No, no.

You know...

How would you and me have handled this, huh?

What was it you always used to say?

"Go back to the source, Donny.

Go back to the source."

The old man,

he dies of mercury poisoning.

The model ODs.

But she's got traces of mercury

in her blood too.

Maybe someone was trying to poison her,

and the cocaine got to her first.

What...? What's missing?

Track back down both roads, see where they lead.

Oh, no.

The old man wasn't wolfing down thermometers,

but he was on an all-Provatrex diet.

Yeah, there was a lot at the model's place too.

Holy Chicago!

The Provatrex, mercury-poisoned?

I'm going to call Natalie,

tell her to bump up that Provatrex

to the front of the testing line.

You know, this stuff isn't prescription.

Millions of people are taking it.

It's on the shelves.

SCHANKE: We have one, possibly two fatalities.

As a result, Taos Pharmaceutical

is recalling all Provatrex in Canada.

We ask you to turn in your Provatrex,

no matter what lot number,

to any, uh, fire department, police station,

or any government facility.

I repeat, all Provatrex across Canada

has been recalled by Taos Pharmaceutical.

We'll be providing a 1-800 number later on,

and, uh, that's it.

Thank you. All right? Thanks, gentlemen.

The old man died of mercury poisoning.

The Provatrex he was taking

was tainted.

Schank put me on to it.

Something's not right, Nat.

So, what do you say, Nick?

The Great Provatrex Scare of 1995

cracked by none other than Donald Schanke,

please spell it correctly,

with the help of his childhood friend

and former colleague

Patrick Delehanty.

It would make a great movie of the week, huh?

Well, I wouldn't go shopping

for a network yet.

Spoilsport.

"Good work" or "congratulations"

I think might have been appropriate.

The guy has got zero respect for me,

and I've had it.

[SIGHS]

An inside job.

Well, somebody would have to have access

to a pretty sophisticated lab

and packaging equipment

to circumvent the safeguards.

You know,

Schanke probably saved a lot of lives tonight.

Schank?

You jealous?

I withdraw the question.

He's right about this case.

Sometimes you don't give him enough credit.

You hurt his feelings, Nick.

I think you should go and apologize.

Feeling better?

Yeah, a little.

Come on, Donny, cheer up.

[BRONX ACCENT] Mr. Schanke,

if you was in Joe Stalin's Russia,

there would be a knock on your door

at the middle of the night,

and you...would... be...gone.

History!

[CHUCKLES]

Ring any bells?

Yeah, Mr. Laranbie.

How could I forget the guy

who flunked me in phys. ed.?

He flunked me too.

You know, he died last year.

No.

Yeah. Massive coronary.

And he was so fit!

Yeah. [SIGHS]

Remember Chris Faulkner?

Yeah, the jock?

Dead.

Bungee cord snapped over the Colorado River.

No! Oh, my God.

You remember Paula Timchuk?

Beautiful Paula Timchuk?

With the, uh...

And the gorgeous red hair, and the--

Aw...

Don't tell me she's dead too.

Worse.

She's got eight kids,

she's the size of a minivan,

and she's married

to some New Age piano player.

Ooh. That is bad.

[LAUGHS]

You really know how to make me laugh, Dee.

Remember that last year after we graduated,

you and your old man

were always at each other's throats?

Oh, boy, do I ever.

Remember what we did?

Yeah.

We got that rat hole of an apartment

and moved in together.

Moved on together.

What are you getting at, Dee?

You know, in life, sometimes you get signals,

signals to move on.

Maybe it's time, Donny.

You just had a phenomenal success.

Go out a winner.

Come down and work with me

in the sunshine.

We could be a team again.

You're unhappy here.

I can't sit in the bleachers and watch you being mauled

by these people.

Dogs go to the end for each other.

[SOFTLY] Yeah.

Yeah.

Got a minute?

[SIGHS]

Fire away, let me have it.

Burst my balloon.

Quick,

before my burgeoning self-esteem

gets too big to control.

Schanke, look,

I-- I was wrong earlier, okay?

I know that. I-- I just...

I'll make this easier on both of us.

I accept your apology. It's okay.

Well, maybe n-not. I mean, I'd be a liar

if I said I felt good about this case, Schank.

I don't.

It's not a case. It's a fait accompli.

Well, maybe the way

you and Delehanty see it.

Taos Pharmaceutical, the makers of Provatrex,

just issued a statement saying that, quote,

"Contamination

may very well have happened in our own plant," unquote.

The work of a disgruntled employee, perhaps?

One who mailed in death threats this very day, perhaps?

Who, thanks to Patrick Delehanty

and Donald Schanke,

is Top of the Pops on America's most wanted list?

I did this.

And you can't handle that.

I'm just not sure, Schank.

[LAUGHS]

Even the coffee's cold.

You know, Nick,

something clicked today.

A miracle.

A reawakening.

A liberation.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Just who I wanted to see.

Schanke, you impressed me today.

Cracked a big case and saved some lives.

And that's what it's all about.

[CHUCKLING]

Something funny?

Well, I-- I'm not laughing at you, captain.

It's just that...

Well, it's very kind, uh, and 24 hours ago,

I would've eaten ground glass

to hear you say that, but...

well, now, it's...

[♪]

[INHALES DEEPLY]

Please accept my resignation,

effective immediately.

NATALIE: Her name is Megan Farr.

Paramedics brought her into Glen Cross ER

about five hours ago.

She went into a coma and never came out.

They found this in her handbag.

She never even touched it.

No, and according to her blood panel,

she never took the Provatrex,

at least not in the last 72 hours.

So she died of...?

Acute mercuric toxemia, just like Gwen Madison.

The Provatrex didn't kill her.

[♪]

NATALIE: It's a recent operation.

By the position and type of scarring,

I would say

hip-replacement surgery.

Maybe she got Provatrex for the pain.

Like Gwen Madison.

Who had what, a deviated septum?

Oh, a lot more than that.

She had substantial cosmetic surgery.

Almost a complete

cartilage reconstruction.

They both had reconstructive surgery?

Well, maybe that's what we should be looking for.

What about the old man?

No to surgery, yes to Provatrex.

Okay.

Three deaths.

Provatrex was involved in all three,

but in one case, it was never ingested,

and only two deaths involve reconstructive surgery.

All right, what's wrong with this picture?

Let's cross-reference the files and see.

Hey, guys.

KNIGHT: Schank, something's not adding up

in this Provatrex case.

Well, I'm sure that's very interesting,

but, uh, it's no longer any of my concern.

I've resigned.

Time to move on.

Delehanty.

Schanke, you can't leave.

Oh, yeah?

Just watch me.

[STAMMERS]

We are pretty sure

this isn't the Provatrex.

NATALIE: Hey, look at this.

Something's coming online here.

Toronto Central Hospital and Marrow Comp.

They were operated on in Toronto Central.

What's Marrow Comp?

Marrow Comp.

Here we go.

"A synthetic bone and cartilage material

"used extensively

"since 1983,

manufactured by HMS Medical."

Yeah, well, maybe this Marrow Comp

created high levels of mercury.

Oh, right,

and the Provatrex was just an aberration, huh?

You know, you...

You guys are chasing rainbows,

and I'm splitting from Oz.

You're on your own.

So long, Natalie.

So long, Nick.

It's, uh...

It's been strange.

Schank?

That'll do me.

Thanks.

So where you from, Nick?

Everywhere.

Nowhere in particular.

Yeah. And I know how you feel.

Been everywhere myself.

I don't feel

like I could call any place home.

Strange feeling, not having a home.

I guess you know all about that, don't you, Nick,

being on the run and all.

[CHUCKLES]

Looks like you're all in, friend.

Sure you don't want one more, huh?

A nightcap?

Little antidote chaser?

[LAUGHING]

Cheers, friend.

I did it, Dee.

I'm Metro Homicide history.

I cut the cord.

Baby, I'm yours.

I'm proud of you, partner.

You'll never regret it.

[♪]

Oh, gee, Dee, I-I didn't know you had company.

I'm sorry. No, no, no, he's an associate.

Come on, Donny, I want you to meet Tom Duke.

Tom's an ex-cop just like me...

What am I saying? Just like all of us.

DELEHANTY: We'll be working together.

Welcome aboard, Don.

Good to have you.

Good to be had, I guess.

[CHUCKLING]

Yeah.

[WHIRRING]

KNIGHT: You found Marrow Comp in both the women,

but not the man?

That's right.

Did it cause the mercury poisoning?

It shouldn't have, but it did.

My guess is that this was a contaminated batch.

And since we've had no reports

of problems happening elsewhere,

my guess is that only Toronto got it.

And only in Toronto

did the Provatrex seem contaminated.

Okay, we've got three people dead

of mercury poisoning.

One didn't take the Provatrex

and one didn't have the Marrow Comp.

And the woman who didn't ingest the Provatrex

had bought some.

Had she taken it, we would have assumed

that the Provatrex killed her,

when, in fact, it was the Marrow Comp.

Someone's pointing us in the wrong direction, Nat.

DELEHANTY: Make yourself at home.

I'm just gonna freshen up.

[CHUCKLING]

I can't wait to move to Arizona.

My wife, Myra, will adore it.

I'll find my daughter Jennie a great school.

We'll be a happy family.

Whoa, what a tasty briefcase.

Hmm.

Ooh, and worth its weight in gold.

[SPANISH ACCENT] Ah, rich Corinthian leather.

Remember that one, Tom?

Apparently not.

Yo, chuckles.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Fifty bucks says I know the combination.

Now, let me see, Delehanty's birthday

is the 10th of October, 10th day of the 10th month.

In Grade 10,

his locker was just down the hall,

next to Mr. Bell's biology class,

sandwiched between oh-so-neat Barbie Sushinsky

and Howie Paton's House of Horrors.

Come on, intuition.

His combination was...

thirty-three...

thirty-eight...

Thirty-eight.

[LOCK SNAPS OPEN]

[LAUGHING] Et voilà!

[GRANDLY] Amazing. And tell the lucky fellow what he's won, Bob!

[♪]

Marrow Comp's pretty popular.

It's been used in hundreds

of reconstructive surgeries.

And successfully too.

It's good stuff.

H.M.S. Medical, where are they?

[TYPING]

Arizona.

Scottsdale?

No, Phoenix. Same thing, isn't it?

Oh, no, Scottsdale's much better.

We have to find Schanke and his friend.

I got to thank you

for being so cooperative tonight, friend.

I'm just looking out for myself, you know?

Yep.

You're my lucky strike,

my payday.

[WHOOSHING]

LACROIX: Terrible likeness, really.

What a fine friend

you've turned out to be.

What the hell...?

[CHUCKLES]

"Hell."

What a fortunate word to choose.

Who's the bounty now?

And who's the hunter?

[HISSING]

Please...

tell me you got nothing to do with this.

Donny, this is not as simple as it seems.

Please tell me you got nothing to do with this.

I trust you, you know that.

You contaminated the Provatrex.

You killed those people.

They would have died anyway.

The poison was in them already.

They had transplants that were bad.

Donny.

My people, my clients,

are looking at hundreds of millions

down the tube in malpractice,

and their stuff is good.

A few people in Trauma got a bad batch,

and that's going to bring the whole thing down? Come on!

And you, your-- Your client, I mean,

just had to make it look

like the contamination came from somewhere else?

So Taos Pharmaceutical takes the hit, right?

It's miracle stuff, Donny.

It saved the lives of thousands of people.

Minus two.

And it could improve maybe millions more.

Huh.

Well, it certainly improved your life,

didn't it, Dee?

Didn't it? Perks?

Donny, we came from nothing, you and me.

We worked hard for everything we got.

Nothing came easily to us.

Now that's all finished for me.

And for you too, if you want it.

This is the payday we worked so long and hard to get to.

What do you say?

Yeah, but you had to murder for that payday.

TOM: And we'll do it again

if we have to.

You'd kill me, Dee?

Donny doesn't need

that kind of coercion, Tom.

Donny and me are dogs.

We trust each other.

He knows I wouldn't steer him wrong.

Come on, what do you say, Donny?

We could be a team again.

Friends, like it used to be, like it should be.

You and Dee friends, Tom?

Nothing like amigos, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, you dog.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

Let's get a drink.

SCHANKE: Yeah.

[GUNSHOT]

Dee?

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Dee?

[GROANING]

You dumb son of a bitch.

Is this what it comes down to, huh?

[GROANS]

God.

Thirty years, Dee.

Thirty years.

Hang in there, pal.

You screwed up, but we can work it out.

We can work it out. [GROANS] No.

I'm sorry, Donny. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you believed in me.

It's going to be all right, Dee. Just hang in there.

No, no.

I'm going straight to hell.

But I'll save you a place at the bar.

Donny...

we're friends, right?

Absolutely.

Dogs...

BOTH: Go to the end.

Friends.

Who needs 'em?

Right, Nick?

Lacroix.

Yes, Nicholas.

Your friend the bounty hunter

poisoned you.

Curare.

Lethal to mortals,

merely intoxicating to us.

How did you know?

Where to find you?

Oh, poor Nicholas.

I will always know where to find you.

That is our code.

Back in business, I guess.

It's good you're back.

I'm glad you are, Schank.

Nick, I don't know what to say.

I've been a real ass.

Call it... temporary insanity, huh?

You know how sometimes

you get so full of one life, you want another?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've been there, I've done that.

Dee caught me at a weak moment.

I still can't believe he did that.

My so-called friend.

Well, I guess we're done here.

I'm gonna head home, Schank.

Yeah, I'm out of here too.

Oh, jeez, I forgot, I don't have a car.

Can I have a lift?

Sure.

Oh, I forgot.

Myra wants me

to check out some cross-country skis.

Can I borrow the car later?

Cross-country skis?

Yeah, well, I figure

if I can't beat this winter wonderland crap,

I might as well learn to love it.

You can have the car for the whole day.

Thanks. I'll tell you what. I'll get your heater fixed.

It's on me.

Oh, Schank, don't bother.

No, no, no, I insist.

What? What, a heater?

Do you know how much

that's going to set you back?

I don't know.

I'll just get you a brand-new heater.

Save it on Myra's skis.

[♪]

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