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They're beautiful.

¶ It's never easy ¶

¶ To leave the past behind ¶

¶ The only answer ¶

¶ Gets harder ¶

Mm. You're spoiling me.

¶ To find ¶

¶ The passion burns ¶

¶ The pages turn ¶

¶ Yeah ¶

¶ Break the silence ¶

Ow, that's a little rough.

¶ And tear the darkness away ¶

Hey, you don't have to stop.

[GROANING]

[¶]

[¶]

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]

She's been dead
at least 24 hours.

No ID,

and it looks like
strangulation.

Well, do we think
it happened here?

Forensics
is checking out

some tire tracks.

Could be
she was dumped.

She has an ink stamp
on one hand.

Maybe she was picked up
in a nightclub.

Maybe, but I couldn't
tell you which one.

The stamp
was too smudged.

Mm.

Nat?

Yeah?

Tell me...

What are the odds
that this pearl

matches the marks
on her neck?

Well, it's tough
to match one pearl

to that much bruising,

but I would say

that you could be
on the right track.

Daphne?

Look, I found this
near the body.

It might belong to a necklace.

Hmm.

I'll check it out
back at the shop.

What do you think?

Minivan or a station wagon?

Nah, it's a big sedan.

Actually,
by the width,

depth and tread
of the tires,

um, I think it might
be a stretch limo.

But you were
close, Donny.

Uh, what about
the footprints?

Smallish man,
about 5'7", 160 pounds.

Not my kind of guy.

Well, it, uh...

certainly looks like
Daphne likes you, Donny.

What would Myra say
to all that?

Myra wouldn't say,
she'd do.

Missing persons report.

The victim was Tamara Brunansky,
bank teller, single, no priors.

Family filed this yesterday.

You're sure it's her?

I'm sure.

Your odds
are improving.

The search team
found that

in her apartment.

There are no prints
on the pearl or the clasp,

but I did find

traces of massage oil
on her shoulders and her back.

Huh. How romantic.

She knew the killer.

It's a woman's
worst nightmare.

You let your guard down
in front of someone

you thought you knew
and respected,

you allow yourself
to be vulnerable,

and then
you get violated.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING
ON TELEVISION]

[CHEERING]

We stand at a crossroads
in this nation's history...

An uncertain time, to be sure.

We cannot ignore our problems.

We cannot turn away
from unpleasant realities.

The time has come.

We seek to create
a true democracy

which embraces
all Americans

in the process of government,

not just the privileged few.

[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]

Inclusion,
not exclusion.

He's charismatic.

There's no doubt
about that.

Yeah, but do you
like him?

Do you like
what he has to say?

Those who live
in poverty, in despair...

I have to admit,
I'm impressed.

He's a great communicator, Nick,
the best.

The media loves him.

Everyone loves him.

Because when he speaks,

you know that he believes
in what he's saying.

Those who society

has labeled
as outcasts.

All those who have been denied
access to the process

are welcome to speak out

in a Thomas Gardner
administration.

[APPLAUSE]

Are you interested
in joining the team?

Come on, Angela.

I'm an off-duty cop

who's working
convention security.

What could I possibly contribute
to the democratic process?

That's the whole point
about democracy, Nick...

it's open to everyone.

Gardner's open to everyone.

To some,
my message is frightening.

Change...is frightening.

Now, I'm no expert,

but these do look real,

very pricey, in fact.

She couldn't
afford those

on a bank teller's salary,

so they either had to be
an heirloom or gift.

Let's get them checked

with the pearl
Nick found.

Schanke, take them
down to Forensics.

Coordinate
with the teams

canvassing her neighbors
and fellow employees.

Captain, would it
be possible

if Nick and I swap
on this one, perhaps?

You have a problem
with Forensics, detective?

Well, no.

You see, it's just that...

I'll run them down.

Say hi to Daphne for me.

[SMOOCHES]

We had just returned
from our walk

when Alfred spotted
the strange car.

Alfred? Your husband?

No, Alfred my dog.

A Welsh corgi, actually,
like the Queen's dogs.

No tail, stubby legs?

My husband is Albert.

He likes to go for walks
late at night.

Alfred or Albert?

Both.

But this night,

Albert wasn't quite
feeling himself.

I think it was something he ate.

This is your dog?

No, Albert.

Alfred has splendid digestion.

Yes, yes.

Uh, can you tell me something

about the make or color
of the car?

Well, it was...

It was...

Oh, I'm sorry.

The sad thing is,

I was looking right at it.

[HEART BEATING]

You saw the car.
Tell me about it.

What kind of car
was it?

Big.

Black.

Too dark to see.

Did you see the license plate?

Yes.

Red.

It was a red
license plate.

How odd.

A fellow
who gives his gal pearls

can't be all bad.

Unless he strangles her.

Yeah, well, there is that.

Have you ever given
your wife pearls?

You know I'm married?

You've got it written
all over you, Donny.

Really?

Yeah.
Wow.

That's probably
why other women

are so attracted
to you.

Do you think so?

Oh, definitely, yeah.

Yeah.

There's something
very appealing

about a married man.

Here, I got it.

These are real.

Not South Sea, mind you,
but a high quality, cultured.

But it's the clasp
that interests me.

How so?

It's silver.

The hallmark says Russian,
but the workmanship's too good.

The design
has an Eastern influence,

and from the quality
of the silver,

I'd say it's Kazakhstani.

Kaza-whaty?

I'll write it down for you.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

¶ I remember the time ¶

¶ And the day ¶

¶ That I met you ¶

¶ Thought I found a friend ¶

¶ That I could really
Hang on to ¶

¶ Didn't have much to say ¶

¶ But sometimes words
Just get in your way ¶

KNIGHT:
So how was Daphne?

SCHANKE: Oh, man.

She's definitely
got the hots for me.

She says she finds
married men attractive.

A lot of women do.

Why is that?

You know, before I met Myra,

I couldn't get a date
with a calendar.

Then when she slapped

the old ball
and chain on me,

boom, they come crawling
out of the woodwork.

Uh-huh.

And what do you plan
on doing about Daphne?

Do?

What do you think?

I mean, I'm...

Naturally,
I'm flattered, but...

She's kind of cute too.

That nose of hers,
and she's tall and statuesque.

I just feel guilty even
just talking about it, you know?

What would Myra say?

Remember, Schank,
Myra wouldn't say...

she'd do.

Kazakhstan,

a central Asian country
of 17 million people.

It stretches from China
to the Caspian Sea.

It gained its independence

from the Soviet Union
in 1991.

Its principal exports
are coal and oil...

Schank, Schank.

It's fine, it's enough.

I'm impressed.

Actually, I'd never
heard of the place,

but I looked it up.

We're kind of taking
a flyer here, aren't we?

Diplomatic plates
and a couple of pearls?

Very shaky ground.

If we upset
the wrong people,

we're on
public-toilet patrol

in Buttonville,
if you get my drift.

Well, let's go.

Yeah.

We'd like to talk
to whoever's in charge.

You can talk to me.

And who would you be?

I'm Juri Karimov,

Ambassador Petrashenko's
attaché.

Ambassador?

He is in Toronto
for trade talks.

You are aware
you have no jurisdiction here?

We're quite aware of that.

We just want to ask
a few questions, that's all.

May I ask what about?

What is
your business here?

I'm Detective--
I don't want
introductions.

I want explanations.

And you are?

Ambassador Petrashenko.

Well, ambassador,

meet homicide victim
Tamara Brunansky.

We believe
she may be connected

to someone
in this consulate.

She isn't.

You seem
very sure of that.

I am sure.

I keep a very close watch
on all my personnel.

I insist upon tight security.

Right. One mistake,
and it's off to the gulag, huh?

May we question your staff?

No, you may not.

Better here than downtown.

Now, you listen to me.

You have no power here.

This is foreign soil.

I'm asking you
very politely to leave,

or I will have you
thrown out.

I advise you
to cooperate with us,

Mr. Ambassador.

We could make life
very, very difficult.

And I could do
the same for you,

perhaps more effectively.

Nick.

What did you think
of my speech today?

What did I think?

It was a good speech.

Why, thank you.

Now, tell me the truth.

Well, I liked what
you had to say about inclusion,

about people
who don't really feel

as if they belong,

but I thought
you were short on specifics.

Yeah, yeah,
that was my worry too.

I generalize too much.

I just hope
the voters are willing

to listen to the details
when the time comes.

Assuming the time comes.

I think it will.

I believe
the White House awaits.

Well, if your prediction
comes to pass,

I'd like you to think about
being part of the team, Nick.

Thank you, sir,
but I'm just a cop.

Oh, Angela's told me
a lot about you,

and I have great faith
in her opinions.

Well, I have no background
in politics.

All the better.

We need people,
not politicians.

He asked you about joining
the team, didn't he?

He told me he would.

And?

And I'll think about it.

Angela, I'll need you
to go over

some convention-floor strategy
with me later on.

The world
is watching, Nicholas,

and I am watching you.

What are you doing here?

Well, you know
I've always been attracted

to political turmoil.

The violence,

the bloodshed.

And there will be
plenty of that here,

while the whole world's
watching.

You see, Nicholas,

the best form
of government

is a benevolent tyranny

tempered by
the occasional assassination.

I believe in the democratic
form of government.

Oh, then you believe
in corruption, deception

and immorality.

Maybe there's hope
for you after all.

People have a right to choose
who will govern them.

And whom do they choose?

Greedy men grasping for power

that they will
then abuse,

like your senator friend.

"I believe
the White House awaits?"

Oh, Nicholas.

You already have real power.

Why waste your time
with these pretenders?

Politics
is a part of their world.

A world
I would like to belong to.

You always have to learn
the hard way.

You have
no jurisdiction here.

Now, get out.

And if you are seen
on consulate grounds again,

I will have you prosecuted
for trespassing.

Show these men out.

I'd like to plow him

right in that smug
little kisser of his.

This isn't over, Schank.

He what?

Oh, man, that is
a little bit above and beyond.

Okay, any information
you can find, George.

Right. Right, I owe you one.

Got something?

Yeah, George Menderson,
old hockey buddy of mine.

He's a great goalie.

He works
international relations

and protocol
at Queen's Park.

He says that
Petrashenko turned down

the presidency
of Kazakhstan

to accept
the posting here.

Kind of downwardly mobile,
don't you think?

Sounds like a skeleton
in the closet to me.

George certainly
thinks so,

and if I read him right,
he's not the only one.

He's gonna dig up what he can
about Petrashenko,

but says it's gonna take
a little bit of time.

Knight. Schanke.
In here.

Gentlemen,

Inspector Jacques Tremblay,
RCMP.

It seems you two
stepped on

some important toes
last night.

All right, detectives,
I'll put this simply.

Ambassador Petrashenko
has diplomatic immunity.

You cannot touch him.

We think he may have
killed a woman.

The RCMP
is taking over

this investigation
as of now.

Why bother, if, as you say,
he has immunity?

Yeah, it's just as I thought.

Hear that sweeping
sound, Nick?

As in under the carpet?

What you don't seem
to understand

is that diplomatic immunity
exists for a reason.

It protects officials
of foreign countries

from persecution

and assures stabilized relations
between the countries.

Now, that's the way
the world works, gentlemen.

Nothing you can do about it.
Now, wait--

If our investigation
concludes

there are grounds
to expel the ambassador,

we will make
that suggestion.

Expel? Oh, great, inspector.

We're talking about murder,
not gum-chewing in class.

Detectives,
if you persist in this matter,

I will have your badges.

Captain.

Excuse me.

Captain, you're not going
to let him do this?

How can I stop him?

We're just the police, Nick.

Petrashenko has too much power.

Yeah, and he's not afraid
to abuse that power, either.

You heard
the inspector, Nick.

Give it up. Forget it.

Angela?

What's wrong?

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

Just don't say anything
to anyone about this.

[CRYING]

Just forget
it ever happened.

Don't talk about it.

Don't think about it.

Understand?

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

[PHONE CLACKS]
Cohen.

Right, okay.

[SIGHS]

Another body.

Looks like
it was dumped.

Don't jump to conclusions.

Gentlemen, I've warned you.
Petrashenko is off-limits.

Make sure he toes the line,
detective. I mean it.

You're both in
up to your necks as it is.

Okay.

Looks like
the same m.o.

But is it Petrashenko?

There's no doubt
in my mind.

Until we do tests,

I won't know whether
the killings are linked or not,

and even then--
But if it is him,

there is nothing
we can do about it.

Somebody has to.

I think I'll move on

before someone crosses
that line in the sand.

If you need me...

Any time.

The case is under
federal jurisdiction.

We have to go
after him, Schank.

Nobody else will.

This could cost us
our careers.

Sometimes you got to
play the game their way.

There will be other cases.

You're not gonna
solve any of them

by standing
on the sidelines, Nick.

Nick.

NATALIE: Whoever she is,

she was strangled
during a massage,

just like Tamara Brunansky.

Also, she had
extremely high levels

of alcohol and drugs

in her system
at the time of death.

He seems to get them
completely in his power,

and then he kills them.

And goes on killing.

Look, I know
it's frustrating,

but that's the way
the system works, Nick.

Diplomats have to be protected.

Sure, it's got its faults,
but it works in the long run.

Or it should.

And who protects us
from the diplomats

in the short run?

Nick, I'd like
to help you,

if I could,
but I can't give you anything

that can link Petrashenko
to the murders,

and even if I could,
what would you do with it?

Except, of course, ruin
your career and your partner's,

bring them
to a grinding halt?

If Petrashenko pushes back

and someone's career
is on the line, it'll be mine.

Nick.

Nick, you'd better be very
sure and very, very careful.

Nick, you don't want

to have to relocate,
do you?

MAN: Her name
is Angela Mosler.

Okay.

Please follow me, sir.

Another casualty

in the struggle
for democracy.

I hate to say
I told you so.

Your senator friend

doesn't care that
he abused his power,

that his lust
cost a life.

He's a politician.

All he cares about

is the scandal

that might hurt
his campaign.

I can feel your anger.

I know what you want
to do to him.

Do it.

He deserves to die.

They all do.

Get him.

It might do you
some good.

You have the right.

You have the power.

[CHUCKLES]

What a fine decade
this has turned out to be.

War, riot, assassination.

The age of Aquarius, indeed.

Detective Schanke.
Yeah, what can I do for you?

I'm Juri Karimov.

If you're here to tell me
to back off your boss,

that particular message
has already been sent.

And I'm not happy about it,

so if you don't mind,
there's the door.

No, you don't understand.

I need your help.

You what?

The ambassador,
Oleg Petrashenko...

is a murderer.

[¶]

Despite what he's told you,

Ambassador Petrashenko
was not at the consulate

when those women were murdered.

He left early in the evening
on both nights

and he came back late.

He-- He would not say
where he'd been.

PETRASHENKO:
Where the hell is Damir?

MAN: We don't know, sir.

PETRASHENKO:
Find him, find Damir.

Now.

MAN: Yes, sir.

We need proof, Juri.

It is the best I can do.

You must understand

that this has been
going on for years.

It is the reason

he was forced
to leave Kazakhstan.

You're saying
that he's killed before,

in your country?

I know for a fact that
he beat his mistress to death.

I'm ashamed to say,
but I was the one

who drove her
to the hospital.

She died on the way.

Of course,
the authorities covered it up.

And his wife.

Wait, he murdered
his wife?

He might as well have, yes.

She committed suicide

because of his beatings,
his affairs.

Please...

Petrashenko is untouchable
because of his political status.

You must stop him,

or he'll never pay
for his crimes.

You must do something.

Perhaps you wouldn't
mind telling me

where you got those,
Mr. Ambassador?

Stop this man.
Call security!

You are destroying
your career, detective.

I will see to it
that you are prosecuted

to the full extent
of the law.

It's a little late to hide
behind laws, isn't it?

The consulate is in an uproar.

They are demanding
that Knight

be handed over
to them immediately.

Tremblay, if you think

we're just gonna
hand Knight over...

They kidnapped
the ambassador

on Kazakhstani soil!

He is subject to their laws,

and I wouldn't be surprised

if they invoke

the death penalty
for this.

Just answer me
one question.

Did External Affairs

know about Petrashenko's
past or not?

[SIGHS]

Well, if we thought
the ambassador

posed any kind of risk,

we would never have
accepted him.

What, not a risk?
Are you joking?

His own assistant
pegged him

as a Jeffrey Dahmer
in the making.

That is hearsay.

What does it take
with you people?

PETRASHENKO: I demand
to talk to your superiors.

I insist on being
put in touch

with the appropriate
Canadian officials.

You uncuff him
right now.

He's under arrest.

Like hell he is!

Knight, do it.

Mr. Ambassador,

I'm Inspector Jacques Tremblay
of the RCMP.

I will take care
of this.

You can start
by having this man incarcerated.

Captain,
is there somewhere

the ambassador can wait
for a few minutes

while we straighten
this out?
Officer,

take the ambassador
to interrogation.

Get him
anything he wants.

Gentlemen...

my office.

WOMAN: Hey, Schanke,
you've got

a Detective
George Menderson

on line two.

Yo, George, shoot.

Have you completely
lost your mind, detective?

The ambassador's
the prime suspect

in a murder investigation.

You kidnapped

a representative
of a foreign country

on his territory.

I wouldn't even
be worried

about your career
right now.

I'd be worried
about your life.

Knight, you should've
told me

you were gonna do this.

Come on, somebody had to do it,

and it sure as hell
wasn't going to be him.

We don't even
have evidence

linking him
to the murders.

From the drawer
of Petrashenko's desk.

Circumstantial at best.

It was obtained
without a warrant.

They're worthless to the case.

Even his attaché
says he did it.

Sorry to interrupt, captain,

but, um, this is
kind of important.

It better be, detective.

There's a woman out there
who claims

she was with
the second victim

last night,
at the club,

and that they left
together with a man.

She's pretty sure
she can ID him.

I should never
have left Nancy with him.

We were both pretty wrecked.

The guy scored
some sensational stuff,

but, uh...

when he brought out
the massage oil...

I just made up
some excuse.

I said I'd be right back.

I just split, you know?

I'm not into threesomes.

But I never thought...

[SOBBING]
Oh, God...

Why didn't I make her leave
with me?

It's okay, Paula.

You're certain
you'd recognize the man

if you saw him again?

Yeah.

Yeah. Bring him in.

No. No, that's not him.

I'm sorry, but...

I mean,
there's some resemblance,

but this guy is, like,
30-years too old, you know?

Captain, I'd like
to let the ambassador know

that this nonsense
has now come to an end,

and that, according
to my superiors,

the Kazakhstani government
will officially request

Detective Knight's
extradition

within 24 hours.

Detectives.

SCHANKE: I don't know
how we could have been wrong.

Everything points
to Petrashenko.

Unless, of course,
there's something in this stuff

that Menderson
faxed over.

What's there?

News service clippings
of Kazakhstan,

and he's highlighted
references to Petrashenko.

[SIGHS]

Don't worry, Schank.

I hear Kazakhstan
is very nice this time of year.

Don't even joke about that.

I've got visions of you,
a blindfold and a firing squad

dancing in my head.

Competing, of course,

with the abject terror

that Daphne's gonna ask me
out on a date,

but that's another
life-and-death story.

You know, Nick,
I really wish that you hadn't--

I know, but I'm telling you,

Petrashenko has something to do
with these murders.

I never said
he didn't.

It's just that we...
We got to let it go, Nick.

Schank, when people in power
abuse that power,

take themselves beyond the law,

they've got to be exposed.

[SIGHS]

Oh!

You were a friend
of Angela's.

I know you must be
terribly upset

by her death...

as we all are,

but we mustn't
overreact to this.

You understand that,
don't you?

Of course.

Angela wouldn't want
to hurt your campaign.

After all, she believed in you.

And I will do
everything in my power

to honor that belief.

In the meantime,
we have to move on,

put it behind us,
pull together.

Don't you agree, Nick?

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Tell...

Tell the committee my delegates
are free to vote as they please.

Tell them...

I'm no longer a candidate
for the presidency.

[PHONE CLACKS]

It's over.

There'll be no investigation

as long as I retire
from the campaign.

The Tribune's front-page story

is gonna claim I was having
an affair with Angela.

It seems...

one of my team
called the press...

Told them about...

what happened.

Hey... Take a look here.

Petrashenko had a son, Damir.

He defected to Canada

about a year before daddy
turned down the presidency.

Says they could never
prove anything,

but he fled the country
to avoid prosecution

for "unspecified crimes."

Did you see
the son's address?

No, whereabouts unknown.

I'll get in touch
with Menderson.

Maybe he can
track the kid down.

PAULA: There's some resemblance,

but this guy is, like,
30-years too old, you know?

[¶]

Don't bother
making the phone call, Schank.

I think we already know
who the ambassador's son is.

One moment, please,
Mr. Ambassador.

I will not answer
any of your questions.

For God's sake,
will you let it go?

We know you didn't kill
those two women.

I've been saying that all along.

But you did dispose
of their bodies.

I guess you got

a few more calls
to make, huh?

Who are you protecting?

It's your son, isn't it?

KNIGHT: Damir Petrashenko,
your son,

defected to Canada

about a year
before you arrived.

We know he left

under a cloud.

SCHANKE: To avoid
prosecution

for "unspecified crimes."

Would those crimes

include homicide,
Mr. Ambassador?

So you put him to work
in your embassy in Ottawa,

under an assumed name,
as your attaché,

Juri Karimov.

KNIGHT: That way,
you'd be close enough

to keep him under control.

Problem?

He can't be controlled.

And he doesn't have
diplomatic immunity

because he was employed
under false pretenses.

You're covering for him.

KNIGHT: And you're using
your immunity

to save your son.

Where is he now?

Mr. Ambassador,
where is your son?

I think I know...

But you must take me with you.

Allow me to talk to him.

Please.

[WILD DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

PETRASHENKO:
I had to protect my son.

By disposing
of his victims?

Tell me, Mr. Ambassador,

when was the body count
going to start

making you
uncomfortable?

Would you not do the same...
for your child?

Go to the ends of the Earth

to protect
him or her?

You are
a very beautiful woman.

Thank you.

But I can see
beyond your beauty.

I can see...

your intelligence...

The passion...

The life in your eyes.

What, am I wrong?

Keep talking.

Yes.

You are
a special creature, indeed.

As a boy...

Damir was always in trouble.

I traveled so much, I...

I was never able to control him.

His mother tried,

but...

He was too wild.

He became violent.

My...

power and position...

enabled him
to get away with things

no one else could have.

It was all I could do.

But using your power
didn't help anything.

It only made it worse.

For all he has cost me,
I love my son.

He is all I have now.

All that I truly care about.

No offense, Mr. Ambassador,

but he's not worth
throwing away the presidency.

Under certain circumstances,

power is meaningless,
detective.

I should've
learned that years ago.

[SIGHS]

Perhaps if I had paid
more attention to my son,

and less
to my political career...

none of this
would have happened.

Does that feel good?

Mm. You have amazing hands.

Perhaps
you would appreciate

the full treatment.

I would, but not here.

PETRASHENKO:
He comes here a lot.

Remember,
I have to talk to him.

Well, if he gives us
any trouble,

we take over
the conversation.

At that point,
you stay out of it.

[WILD DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]

Damir.

KNIGHT: Police!
Everyone down!

[PATRONS SCREAMING]

I'll kill her.

Let her go, Damir.
Put down the gun.

Damir, please. Listen.

He's gonna lose it.

You brought them here?

You told them about me?

I can't protect you
any longer.

Please, Damir,
do as they say,

put down the gun.

You don't tell me
what to do.

Do you want these men
to shoot you dead?

What will I have then?

What will we have?

Please, my son, don't do this.

Now you talk to me
like a father?

Yes.

As I have always tried to do.

For all you may
think of me,

even hate me,

for the life you were given,

both of us
have to take responsibility

for our actions.

The gap between us

is simply not worth
innocent lives.

Nothing will be resolved
this way.

I would
trade everything

to be your father
again, my son.

Let me. Please.

Let me help you now.

Give me the gun.

[SCREAMS]

PETRASHENKO:
No, no, no!

[PATRONS SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

Call it in.

Stay with him.

WOMAN: No!

No, please, no.

Oh, God.

[SOBBING] No. Oh!

No, please!

No, please,
don't hurt me.

Shut up.

Oh.

Oh!

[SOBBING] Oh.

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

The last time I knocked out
a guy with one punch,

I broke every bone
in my right hand.

Well, it felt
like that, anyway.

Oh, it was just
a little tap, really.

Not from that bruise
on Damir's jaw, it wasn't.

It's not like the kid
didn't deserve it.

If that bullet were to hit
a few centimeters the other way,

his father
would have been heading home

in a cargo-class pine box.

What kind of psycho

are we talking
about here, huh?

I mean, what gets into
the kid's head

that he doesn't realize
his actions

don't have any consequences?

I guess it's true what they say
about power corrupting.

Absolutely.

What?

Never mind.

What's this?

Tickets.

To the Leafs-Ducks game

this Saturday.

Oh, I-I-I can't go
with you, Daphne.

Oh, I know.

They're for you and Myra.

I hear you're
a huge Ducks fan.

You know, this is
really sweet of you.

It really is, but I...

[SCHANKE SIGHS]

I can't do it.

I-I-I'd feel guilty
taking them.

Oh.

Say, why don't you
ask Nick?

You're a big hockey fan,
aren't you, Nick?

Yeah, sure.

Sure, I-I-I'd love to go.

No, I'll ask Lipinski.

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