Due South (1994) s03e02 Episode Script
Eclipse
- Hallet, Internal Affairs.
Open the cage.
- So this is the guy.
- Yeah.
Doesn't look like much, does he? He's gonna cost you all your jobs.
- All right, people, find a spot, stand in it, and listen up.
My name is Brandauer, State's Attorney's Office.
This is Detective Hallet, Internal Affairs.
I'm sure you all recognize these as court documents.
They are the product of two months of background investigation, and they authorize me to conduct a probe into allegations of corruption concerning this district.
We will be at this for as long as it takes, so go about your business.
But if we call, you drop everything and come running.
Bear in mind no one is outside our interest, and no one is above suspicion.
Any questions? No? Good.
Still a lieutenant, Harding? You still a jerk? - Funny guy.
I think you'll be even funnier sitting in the state penitentiary.
So where is he? - He's a cop.
He's out working.
He's not wasting people's time like you.
- He's not gonna show up? - Oh, don't worry.
He'll show.
- Oh, I'm not worried, Lieutenant.
But if I were you, I'd be worried.
'Cause it could be one hell of a dark day, and not just because of the eclipse.
If Vecchio doesn't show up by the end of his shift, you're in for a rocky ride.
[radio.]
: Coming up latertoday, a solar eclipse.
Remember, kids, it's perfectly safe to look at the sun.
No matter what anyone else has told you, the sun's rays are completely harmless.
No, no.
Just kidding! Use your head.
Keep your eyes closed.
Now let's have a listen to Crowbar on Blast from The Past.
Ba ba-da ba Ba ba-da ba Ba ba-da ba [phone ringing.]
[beep.]
[answering machine.]
: It's Welsh.
We need you in here, Detective.
Now.
Oh what a feeling What a rush Oh what a feeling What a rush Well you know about the feeling It makes you come alive [phone ringing.]
[beep.]
[answering machine.]
: I don't see you in here, Vecchio.
You better be on your way Gonna fill your head with music Satisfy your soul Oh what a feeling What a rush Oh what a feeling [phone ringing.]
[beep.]
[answering machine.]
: Vecchio, where the hell are you? That is, of course, I'm assuming you do want to work at this station.
We got urgent matters here need your attention, Detective.
Serious stuff.
Get your butt in here now.
- Not today, Welsh.
- This whole thing began with the con that they have in the holding cells called Siracusa.
Apparently, he had a sit-down with one of the reps from State's Attorney, tried to cut himself a deal for an early release.
He said that our whole station was bent, taking in drugs with arrests, skimming off the top.
How did he come by this information, they ask? He said he used to be a stoolie for one of the dirty cops, a detective.
Which detective, they ask? - He points a finger at Ray Vecchio.
Ray Vecchio is not corrupt, sir.
- Oh, yeah.
You know that and I know that.
But between them all, IAD doesn't have a half a brain.
In here, please.
On top of that, Brandauer and I have this thing.
We've been going at each other on and off for about 20 years.
Now, any excuse he gets, he's gonna jump on, and he'll start digging.
I know the station is clean, but there are always loose ends.
If Vecchio doesn't show, this district will have its collective ass in a sling.
- So you need Ray Vecchio.
- By end of shift, 5:00.
- Which one, sir? - Which one what? The detective formerly known as Ray Vecchio, orthe current detective known as the former Ray Vecchio? - What? - I'm looking fortoilet paper.
- Here.
Scram.
I can't go in there and tell them that Ray Vecchio is undercover on another operation and that this guy at the desk is not the real Ray Vecchio.
If I do, these morons'll have it on the 6:00 news.
And the real Ray Vecchio will end up the dead body leading off at 11:00.
See? The only way to handle this is we got to bluff it out.
You look forthe new guy and I'll stall.
- Understood.
- All right.
- Hi, Fraser.
What's with the cabbage? - Party supplies.
- Forthe eclipse? - Uh, no, actually.
It's Detective Vecchio's birthday.
- Fraser, it's not the new guy's birthday.
- Well, yes, but the former Ray Vecchio always had a party.
If we wish to maintain his cover, it follows that the current Ray should have a party as well.
- And we use the fish for? - Forthe games.
Bobbing fortrout.
You see, I've organized a traditional Yukon celebration in his honour.
- Couldn't you just bob for apples? - They're not very plentiful in the Yukon.
- That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
- Is that a traditional Inuit game? - No, the locals favour something called Twister.
- I'll take the fish.
- Ah, thank you kindly.
Oh, uh Ah.
- 'Morning.
I'd like to get into that crypt.
- Can't be done.
- Why not? - For one thing, you're still breathing.
- 10 bucks.
- Do I look like a man who would take a bribe of money? - Isle of Mull, 16-year-old single-malt scotch.
- I'll get the key.
- Is he okay in houses? - Scrupulous.
- Good.
Don't just move the dirt around! Very mysterious man, this friend of yours.
- In what sense, Ma'am? - He clomps.
- Clomps? - In rhythm.
Most tenants I get to know, but him very secretive.
And I wouldn't know about the clomping, except that I live right below him.
And I'll be fixing my hair or something and I'll hearthis, uh Well, it's not really like clomping, actually.
It's more like he's shuffling or something.
- Dancing, possibly? [Diefenbaker whining.]
- There you are, yeah.
Heh.
He's real light on his feet.
I can get hypnotized and just sit there for an hour, easy.
[whistling Oh What a Feeling.]
[squeaking.]
[stops whistling.]
[resumes whistling.]
[squeaking.]
[humming.]
- So what's your story? You work in a circus? - No, Ma'am.
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I've remained, attached as liaison with the Canadian Consulate.
- Don't take anything.
- Understood.
- Aagh! Jesus, you scared me to death.
- This thing doesn't work.
- What do you mean? It's a bottle.
It doesn't work or not work.
- If nothing comes out of it, what is it? - It's empty.
- But it isn't empty, so it must be broken.
- If it was broken, it'd be empty.
- Exactly.
So it's not working.
- There.
Now it's broken and it's working.
- Good man.
[Brandauer.]
: That's nice.
It's so nice to see the IRS taking an interest in you the same time we are.
- It's nice to see you take the word of a career scumball over mine.
- Mr.
Siracusa has nothing to gain by his allegations.
Why would he make them up? - Come on, Hallet.
Think I don't know he's up for release? Think I don't know Brandauer here is waiting to nail me for most of his adult life? Look, you guys knock yourselves out.
I got a station to run.
[arguing.]
Hey, hey, hey! Anybody who wants to get their head cracked, keep talking.
Who are the Penguins? - The graduating class of the Grenville School of Deportment and Domestic Service.
Apparently, they were setting a table when a rumble broke out over the correct placement of a spoon.
- Book 'em.
Fraser check in yet? - No.
- Give Ray another shot.
- Miss Bes Besbriss? - One month before I get to become a real cop and this happens.
- Just be straight.
You have nothing to hide.
[squeaking.]
[door closing.]
- Don't move.
- Hi, Ray.
So we're on a stakeout.
That's good.
Who's the target? - None of your business.
- Ah, secrecy.
That's very wise.
You know, it reminds me of a time I spent near Skull Rapids.
I was holed up with the carcass of a caribou for almost 72 hours, and, you know, to this day, I have no idea who we were actually waiting for.
But I can tell you that after 72 hours, the smell of a caribou carcass is almost hallucinogenic.
- Are you unhinged? - Not that I'm aware of.
- Hey, how did you find me? - You'd circled an obituary notice in a newspaper that was on the counter in your apartment - Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You broke into my apartment? - Well, no, that would be illegal.
Your landlady simply let me in.
She's very fond of you, by the way.
- You invade my castle, you track me down, you almost get your head shot off.
You want to tell me why? - Well, two reasons.
First, I brought you a present.
- For what? - Foryour birthday.
- It's not my birthday.
- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.
- I think you're wrong about that.
You see, Ray Vecchio was born - Let's just drop that, okay, Fraser? We both know I'm not Ray Vecchio.
- You're not? - No.
- You sure about that? - I don't even look like him.
- You could have had plastic surgery.
- You are unhinged.
- You think? - Yes, I think.
Look, I'm not Ray.
I mean, I am Ray, but I'm not Ray Vecchio.
I'm Kowalski.
Stanley Raymond Kowalski.
- Your name is Stanley Kowalski? - Look, my dad had a thing for Brando.
Me, it was always Steve McQueen, so I go by Ray.
- Well, It's a pleasure to meet you, Ray Kowalski.
[Huey.]
: Come on.
- Yes, sir.
- Get your butts over here.
- Sir.
- Enough with the good manners.
- As you wish, sir.
- I said enough.
- Yes, sir.
- Is this your phone log? - Yeah.
- Why all the calls to Vecchio? - Maintaining contact with the detectives is my job.
- Not afteryou've clocked out.
You got a dozen calls in there afteryour shift.
- It's not a 9-to-5 job.
- What does China White mean to you? - Nothing.
- Try again.
- Dishes.
- Drop the attitude, Besbriss.
- You know it's heroin.
You were in on it.
- I don't know what you guys are talking about.
- Missing drugs.
- Besbriss, you want to be a cop? Give me Vecchio and give me Welsh most importantly, Welsh and you just might get to be a cop.
Otherwise who knows what might happen.
- People are counting on you, Ray.
They could lose their jobs.
- Look, Fraser, let's get this thing straight.
You want me to sit in front of a bunch of guys who're going to grill me about corruption that never happened, but it happened to another guy, but I'd have to answer for it anyway? - Yes.
- Forget it.
- If you don't, Ray, you will lose your shield.
- Look, Fraser, I've humped this job for a long time.
Bad hours, bad food and bad guys.
And for what? - The pride and honour of knowing we make it possible for good people to tuck their kids in and know they'll be safe.
- You got to be kidding me.
- No, I'm not.
- You believe all that? - Yes, I do.
- You never doubt it? - Never.
- You're a lucky guy, Fraser.
Me, I never wanted to be a cop in the first place.
Always wanted to be something else.
- Why didn't you become something else? - That is the reason I'm here today.
- You mind if I ask you what that reason is? - Mind if I ask you what your wolf is doing? - I have no idea.
Although, in his youth, Diefenbaker did demonstrate a keen interest in horticulture.
- You know, Fraser, when they offered me this assignment, they made it sound kind of normal.
They said, "Hey, Ray, here's a chance to start over, ditch the past.
" "What's the catch?" I say.
"Oh, your partner is Canadian.
" "Canadian? I got nothing against Canadians.
" Except forthe time when they won the World Series.
- Two times.
- Which I'm willing to overlook.
- Thank you.
- But at no time did they say, "Oh, by the way, you'll be working with a Mountie who's got a wolf that's a florist.
" Hold these, will you? Oh, that's good.
Queer.
- Is this the target of the stakeout? - Nah, just something's queer.
Let's check it out.
[Diefenbaker whining.]
- It's all there? - Uh-huh.
[sobbing.]
- Mom Mom - What? - That's my mom in there.
- No, it's not.
- Yeah, it is.
- No, it's not.
You're confused with - Grief.
- That ain't her.
That's Mr Smith.
- Jones.
- No, that's my mother.
Mom, I'm so sorry.
Just wanted to see yourface one last time.
- Hey, you can't do that.
- Mom, how you've changed into Cuban cigars.
- That's it.
That's enough.
Out of the car.
Easy.
Easy.
That's it.
That's it.
Easy.
- Gentlemen.
My name is Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
- Pull out your gun.
- I don't have a gun.
- You don't got no gun? - No, I'm afraid not.
But if you'd be so kind as to step aside, the detective will read you your Miranda rights.
I assume that weaponry you're holding is illegal.
- Does a bear shop in the forest? - In my experience, bears don't shop.
- Hey, wise guy, out of the way.
- Run.
- You don't have a gun? - Obviously you weren't fully briefed.
I'm not licensed to carry firearms.
- And you didn't bother to tell me before? - It didn't seem germane at the time.
- What the hell kind of word is that? - I'll be right back.
- What are you doing? - It's your birthday present.
I dropped it.
- Are you a freak? - It's a dream catcher.
I made it myself.
You see, you hang it in your window, it catches your bad dreams.
You sleep well at night.
- I sleep fine.
- And these are eagle feathers.
- Fraser, when they shoot us, I'll be glad I knew that.
- You'd be surprised at how difficult it is to acquire an eagle feather.
First of all, you have to apply to the National Eagle Repository in Commerce City, Colorado.
Then you just have to hope that someone finds a dead eagle in the woods and they have the presence of mind to put it on ice and courier it to Commerce City.
- Really? - Really.
- Go.
- And then, basically, you just wait and you hope that no shaman ortribal elder needs an eagle feather in some sort of sacred ritual, which, of course, would take precedence over your relatively minor desire to use the feather in a gift foryour partner.
- How many rounds have I fired? - By my count, seven.
- Duck! We're sunk.
I left all my clips in the crypt.
I've only got two rounds left.
- I don't mean to be critical, but you might want to consider remedial practice on the target range.
Your aim is appalling.
- Hey, I'm a good shot.
- By what criteria? You fired seven rounds.
You haven't been within 50 metres.
- ljust need my glasses.
I left them in the tomb.
- No, you didn't.
- Why didn't you tell me you had them? - Well, I didn't realize you were blind.
- ljust don't see all that good.
- We've got a bit of time, so just to finish this off, if you happen to pass these hurdles, you'll be one of the lucky few to have this precious symbol of freedom delivered to your door.
- What are you talking about? - The eagle feather.
- You are a freak.
Hey! Down! Down! Hands - That's good work, Ray.
Now we'll have to return to the station for processing.
- You have the right to remain silent.
- Ray, we have to return to the station for processing.
- I am not doing that, Fraser.
- Anything you say may - Ray, standard operating procedure, field manual, Chapter 7: The arresting officer shall transferthe suspect to the nearest station house for processing with dispatch.
- Do you understand these rights? - With dispatch! - You like procedure so much, you take 'em in.
- I'm not the arresting officer.
- Look, Fraser, get something through your head.
Keep a shield, lose a shield, I don't really care.
I am not leaving this graveyard till I finish what I came here to do: Take down a bent nail named Marcus Ellery.
Until I do that, I'm not leaving, period.
Dot it, file it, stick it in a box marked "done.
" Okay? Come on, get up! - Tell us about Alcorn Street.
- That was a stand-up bust.
- Oh, yeah.
- We took down a couple of real dirt-bags.
Ray risked his life to save a child.
It was a great day for cops.
- No kidding.
You scored a big haul of China White.
- What are you talking, scored? We seized a shipment of heroin.
- You seized 10 kilos of heroin.
When it was signed into evidence control, there was one.
- That's crap.
- We'll tell you when you're done.
- I don't have to take this.
- Sit down.
- Look, you've got a fine record.
Maybe you were taking orders.
Give me Welsh, and I'll help you out.
[Roy.]
: In the '70s, Ellery went on a tear, string of armed robberies from Illinois to Texas.
He hit anything with cash jewellery, armoured trucks, banks.
He did one bank right in my neighbourhood.
Ten years ago, he was convicted of a heist outside of El Paso.
En route to the state pen, he escaped.
Afterthat, went off the grid.
It's his mother they're burying today.
- You think he'll attend? - It's his mother.
He'll show.
- Who asked you? - He's just trying to help.
- I don't need your help.
- Fine, but I detect a hole in your plan.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Assuming Ellery shows which, I agree, he will what are you going to do? Statute of limitations has run out on the guy.
- You know he's right, Ray.
- Whose side are you on? - I didn't realize we had sides.
- Fraser, there's always sides.
There's bad guys, then there's everybody else.
Marcus Ellery: bad guy.
- That may be, but you haven't grounds to arrest him.
- Look, this is not official business.
So shut up.
It's personal.
- You know, Ray, Francis Bacon once wrote that revenge is a wild kind of justice which the more a man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.
- Did Francis Bacon ever meet Marcus Ellery? - It's unlikely.
Bacon died in 1626.
- Well, there you go.
If he had, he would've whistled a different tune.
- Awild kind of justice Yeah, I like that.
- How many times I gotta tell you? We only seized one kilo.
- Not by the evidence log.
What's this? - It's my name.
- Yeah, and this? - My signature.
- Ten kilos, Detective, 10.
- It was one.
Ray will back me up.
- He hasn't shown up.
He's left you to take the fall, huh? What does that tell you? - Think about it.
- This Bacon, does he got any books out? - Yes, actually, The Advancement of Learning, Novum Organum and an incomplete yet very fascinating work called Instauratio Magna.
- I'm gonna check into that.
- What's wrong with you, man? - Well, if we don't get off on a technicality, we're looking at 15 to 20 in Joliet.
I could put that time to good use.
- Shut up! [gunshots.]
Gun.
- I told you, use your head.
[gunshots.]
- Oh, dear! - Who the hell are you? - Gladys Caunce.
- I'm terribly sorry, Ma'am.
We thought you were a desperate criminal.
Did I hurt you? - No.
It is a bit stiff, though.
- What is, Ma'am? - My leg.
- Ah, yes.
Let me help you up.
- Oh, thank you.
My hat.
Oh, there we are.
Oh! I'm I'm just visiting my husband.
- You hate the guy so much you fire six shots into him after he's already dead? - Hate him? Good Lord, no.
I loved him dearly.
I'm just executing part of his will.
- What? Is he, like, a masochist or something? - Well, we'd try that sometimes, but he hated pain.
No.
No, he was acarophobic.
- He was afraid of acrobats? - No, no.
Insects.
- Exactly.
Well, you see, Henry was of the belief that lead would discourage insects from feasting off him.
So I shoot a little in every now and again to keep them away.
I don't know if it works, but it makes me feel better.
- I understand.
- You understand.
- Ma'am, I'm afraid we're going to have to check yourfirearm certificate.
- Oh, by all means.
- Thank you kindly.
- Freak.
- If he's not here in an hour, we're all gonna be looking for new jobs on the back of match books.
- Yeah, well - Can I ask you something? Do you find me attractive? - I wouldn't say attractive.
- No.
Cute, maybe.
- I'd say well-favoured.
- Did I ask you? - Sorry, I thought you were asking all of us.
- Well, I wasn't, so zip.
Well, do you find me attractive? - In what sense? - In the sense of, you know, being a woman.
- Do I think you're an attractive woman? - No.
No, I'm not the woman.
You're the woman.
- I'm the woman.
- No, I'm a woman.
- Butt out.
- Well, she is.
- I know she's a woman.
I'm asking Fraser to pretend he's a woman, Okay? - Oh Can you do that, dear? - I have done that, yes.
- So have I.
It's ratherfun.
Heh-heh.
- Look, you three, zip.
And you, you pretend you're a woman, okay? You find me attractive? - Very much so, yes.
- You're not just saying that? - Well, I'm not really qualified to judge.
- I don't know what's funny about that.
He isn't - It just sounds like something my wife would say.
- I didn't realize you were married.
- I was.
Not any more.
- That is so sad.
- Yeah, well Two careers, she worked at the State's Attorney's Office.
It just didn't work out.
- Oh, I recognize that tone of voice.
That's the "Hey, it's no big deal" tone of voice, you know? - He would know.
His wife left him.
He was a broken window.
Glass everywhere.
- What about you, dear? Are you married? - No, Ma'am, I'm not.
But I am acquainted with loss and, on occasion, loneliness.
- Oh, yes, loneliness.
It may sound silly, but I wonder how the sun will feel today when it's blocked out by the moon.
- Yes, it does seem sometimes as though the border between life and death is very poorly guarded.
- Yeah, and if you're carrying the wrong passport, you wind up in a little drawer in one of these places.
- What I'm thinking is, who the hell hands out the passports? I wouldn't be here if I handed out the passports, you know.
- Or would you? That's the question.
- Right.
Right, like you can't go forward until you go backward.
Look, I tried to run away from my past, but you can't do it, because it's in your skin, it stays with you.
You gotta retrace your steps to figure out how you got here.
I took this bus.
I drove this car.
I got on this train.
I walked down this street.
I turned this corner.
I opened this door.
And I stepped into a bank.
Ba bada-ba [Ray.]
: I was 13, and she was a Gold Coast girl.
Private school.
She was untouchable, but I was working it.
I was lying like a maniac.
I was John Lennon, James Bond and Joe Namath all rolled into one.
What a rush [music.]
Oh - I think that man has a gun.
- Gun! [gunshot.]
- Down on the floor now! Now! You, little girl, get over here.
Get over here.
Kid, fill that up with money.
Get up and fill it up.
[liquid running.]
Get up! Now! Turn around! Turn around.
[laughing.]
The kid pissed himself.
- Stella! Stella.
Stella.
- So did you get the girl? - Yeah, I got the girl.
- Oh.
- That was Stella, my wife.
- She married you after, even, you know, what you done? - Yeah, but that's not the point.
The point is, I mean, my whole life, it all starts and ends with this one guy.
I'm like one of those, um, whatchamacallem knights looking forthe Holy Grill.
- Grail.
- What? - Holy Grail - You sure? - I'm pretty sure it's not a diner.
- Grill, Grail, whatever.
I'm just trying to settle an old debt.
- Okay number one, this is either empty, broken or not working.
And numbertwo they're here.
- Oh, Tom, dear.
[howling.]
[Gladys.]
: Is your wolf all right? - I think he's grieving.
His breed is uncommonly sensitive.
He feels sorrow profoundly.
- He didn't show up.
- A guy doesn't show to his own mother's funeral? I mean, we're lowlife, man, but that sets a new standard.
[muttering.]
- Hush, Tom, dear.
Go back to sleep.
- You know, Ray, I'm pretty sure he'll come.
We have time.
- We're running out of time.
- He's been in there for 37 minutes.
- This was on your watch, Lieutenant.
- I stand by my detectives.
- Ten kilos down to one.
We're talking big-time felony charges.
- I stand by my detectives.
- You were a clown 20 years ago and you're still a clown, Welsh.
You pushed me aside every chance you got, and when that wasn't enough, you put my brother in jail.
My brother! Let me tell you something.
Nothing's gonna give me more pleasure than taking you and this whole stinking division down.
You got me? - I lied, you know.
- You did? - Yeah.
About Stella, to Stella.
When I was in the bank, she thought I humiliated myself on purpose to stall fortime so she could get away.
I nevertold her any different.
She thought I was a hero.
I played along.
Awhole marriage based on a lie.
I was a con job then and I'm a con job now.
- You know, Ray, in my limited experience with the subject, I found that very few lifelong bonds are formed based on whether one partner orthe other urinated in their clothing.
And I'm willing to gamble not with money, mind you but I am willing to gamble that Stella looked beyond that one incident and saw the whole person.
- What do you mean? - In December 1988, a young boy was being held in a warehouse.
You went in, even though you knew your cover had been blown.
You drew fire, you were wounded, yet you managed to rescue the boy.
Yourfirst citation.
In December 1990, in a jewellery store, you single-handedly held off three gunmen, saving four innocent lives.
Your second citation.
In September 1993, you faced down three escaped murderers, and you brought them to justice.
Yourthird citation.
You're a good policeman, Ray.
And I would be proud to call you my partner.
And my friend.
- What was that last part? - Friend.
- Lend me some money? - Nah.
Money and friends don't mix, Ray.
Let's go to work.
- How did you know all that stuff about my background? - I had yourfingerprints.
I went through yourfiles.
- You're a real Nosey Parker, aren't you? - I think it's prudent to know the mettle of the man you work with.
Heh, prudent.
You sound like Germane.
You think this thing would fly? - It's not a frisbee, Ray.
It's a dream catcher.
It tangles up bad dreams.
- But do you think it would fly? - There's only one way to find out.
- Oh, jeez, what the hell? [thump.]
Ah, jeez.
Oh, hey, man whateveryou want my money, my wallet it's yours.
- Ha, you remember me? Oh, yeah, you remember.
Little kid in the bank, 1974.
Oh, yeah.
You remember.
Kid wet himself.
Tell me you remember.
- Hey, what the hell's happening? - It's an eclipse.
I don't believe this.
You don't remember me.
- Hey, kid, I've robbed a lot of banks, and I've spent a lot of time in jail.
I don't have much of a memory about anything.
- I spent my entire life looking foryou, looking for some payback, some revenge, maybe even kill you.
And now I got you face to face and I can't even see yourface.
- You do what you gotta do, man.
ljust came here to say goodbye to my mother.
- Uh, mother.
Okay, you can go now.
- You're letting me go? - Yeah.
Thanks.
- For what? - Making me what I am.
A cop.
- Ray! I'm terribly sorry.
Pardon me.
Ray! Ow! - He overpowered me.
Ran away.
- Are you all right? - I'm good.
- Well, we really should - Face the music.
- Oh! Ray? Ray? Give me a paw, Dief.
- He's gonna show.
He'll show.
- Ten kilos, street-grade heroin, down to one kilo! Where did it go? - You tell me.
- You a hard guy, huh? Chicago hard guy? - Your words.
- You recognize this? - Evidence log-in.
- Is that your signature? - Looks like it.
- And is that a 10? - No.
- We're not playing here.
Unless 25 years in the big house is your idea of fun! - Are you guys really bozos or do you just pretend to be bozos? - You want to repeat that? - It's not a 10.
It's a 1 with a happy face.
You know? Happy day, bad guys off the street.
Here, let me show you.
What's this number? - 360.
- No, it's not.
It's a 36 with a happy face.
See? See? I do it all the time.
- You want us to check through all the records? - Go ahead, knock yourselves out! Or we can cut to the chase! This whole station is shivering on the word of some apple-polisher I never even met.
Come on, put me in a line-up.
Siracusa can pick me out, I'm good to go.
You book me a room in the big house.
If you can't, you can pack up your little circus and go home.
Deal? Deal? - Give us Vecchio.
- Come on, Siracusa.
- Numberthree.
- Numberthree, please step forward.
- Your brother was nothing but a criminal, and I stand by my detectives.
[cheering.]
- So this is a traditional Yukon celebration? - It's a fair approximation.
Without the snow, of course.
- You all right? - Oh, yeah, sure.
- Gentlemen.
- Huey, I don't think so.
- I can do it, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it.
Oh! - Sad, - Party's going rather well, I think.
- Oh, yeah.
You know, Fraser, that was weird, seeing Ellery.
- Yeah, I should imagine.
- I mean, that guy dogged me my entire life, and now it's like, uh, the sky opened up or something.
Uh, I don't know, it's - You know, Ray, my father once told me that the sky isn't just above you, that if you look at the horizon, you'll see that it actually touches the ground.
So if you think about it, whereveryou go, you're actually walking in the sky.
- You're a freak.
- Understood.
- That's a lot harder than it looks.
- Which Ray Vecchio? 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
Open the cage.
- So this is the guy.
- Yeah.
Doesn't look like much, does he? He's gonna cost you all your jobs.
- All right, people, find a spot, stand in it, and listen up.
My name is Brandauer, State's Attorney's Office.
This is Detective Hallet, Internal Affairs.
I'm sure you all recognize these as court documents.
They are the product of two months of background investigation, and they authorize me to conduct a probe into allegations of corruption concerning this district.
We will be at this for as long as it takes, so go about your business.
But if we call, you drop everything and come running.
Bear in mind no one is outside our interest, and no one is above suspicion.
Any questions? No? Good.
Still a lieutenant, Harding? You still a jerk? - Funny guy.
I think you'll be even funnier sitting in the state penitentiary.
So where is he? - He's a cop.
He's out working.
He's not wasting people's time like you.
- He's not gonna show up? - Oh, don't worry.
He'll show.
- Oh, I'm not worried, Lieutenant.
But if I were you, I'd be worried.
'Cause it could be one hell of a dark day, and not just because of the eclipse.
If Vecchio doesn't show up by the end of his shift, you're in for a rocky ride.
[radio.]
: Coming up latertoday, a solar eclipse.
Remember, kids, it's perfectly safe to look at the sun.
No matter what anyone else has told you, the sun's rays are completely harmless.
No, no.
Just kidding! Use your head.
Keep your eyes closed.
Now let's have a listen to Crowbar on Blast from The Past.
Ba ba-da ba Ba ba-da ba Ba ba-da ba [phone ringing.]
[beep.]
[answering machine.]
: It's Welsh.
We need you in here, Detective.
Now.
Oh what a feeling What a rush Oh what a feeling What a rush Well you know about the feeling It makes you come alive [phone ringing.]
[beep.]
[answering machine.]
: I don't see you in here, Vecchio.
You better be on your way Gonna fill your head with music Satisfy your soul Oh what a feeling What a rush Oh what a feeling [phone ringing.]
[beep.]
[answering machine.]
: Vecchio, where the hell are you? That is, of course, I'm assuming you do want to work at this station.
We got urgent matters here need your attention, Detective.
Serious stuff.
Get your butt in here now.
- Not today, Welsh.
- This whole thing began with the con that they have in the holding cells called Siracusa.
Apparently, he had a sit-down with one of the reps from State's Attorney, tried to cut himself a deal for an early release.
He said that our whole station was bent, taking in drugs with arrests, skimming off the top.
How did he come by this information, they ask? He said he used to be a stoolie for one of the dirty cops, a detective.
Which detective, they ask? - He points a finger at Ray Vecchio.
Ray Vecchio is not corrupt, sir.
- Oh, yeah.
You know that and I know that.
But between them all, IAD doesn't have a half a brain.
In here, please.
On top of that, Brandauer and I have this thing.
We've been going at each other on and off for about 20 years.
Now, any excuse he gets, he's gonna jump on, and he'll start digging.
I know the station is clean, but there are always loose ends.
If Vecchio doesn't show, this district will have its collective ass in a sling.
- So you need Ray Vecchio.
- By end of shift, 5:00.
- Which one, sir? - Which one what? The detective formerly known as Ray Vecchio, orthe current detective known as the former Ray Vecchio? - What? - I'm looking fortoilet paper.
- Here.
Scram.
I can't go in there and tell them that Ray Vecchio is undercover on another operation and that this guy at the desk is not the real Ray Vecchio.
If I do, these morons'll have it on the 6:00 news.
And the real Ray Vecchio will end up the dead body leading off at 11:00.
See? The only way to handle this is we got to bluff it out.
You look forthe new guy and I'll stall.
- Understood.
- All right.
- Hi, Fraser.
What's with the cabbage? - Party supplies.
- Forthe eclipse? - Uh, no, actually.
It's Detective Vecchio's birthday.
- Fraser, it's not the new guy's birthday.
- Well, yes, but the former Ray Vecchio always had a party.
If we wish to maintain his cover, it follows that the current Ray should have a party as well.
- And we use the fish for? - Forthe games.
Bobbing fortrout.
You see, I've organized a traditional Yukon celebration in his honour.
- Couldn't you just bob for apples? - They're not very plentiful in the Yukon.
- That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
- Is that a traditional Inuit game? - No, the locals favour something called Twister.
- I'll take the fish.
- Ah, thank you kindly.
Oh, uh Ah.
- 'Morning.
I'd like to get into that crypt.
- Can't be done.
- Why not? - For one thing, you're still breathing.
- 10 bucks.
- Do I look like a man who would take a bribe of money? - Isle of Mull, 16-year-old single-malt scotch.
- I'll get the key.
- Is he okay in houses? - Scrupulous.
- Good.
Don't just move the dirt around! Very mysterious man, this friend of yours.
- In what sense, Ma'am? - He clomps.
- Clomps? - In rhythm.
Most tenants I get to know, but him very secretive.
And I wouldn't know about the clomping, except that I live right below him.
And I'll be fixing my hair or something and I'll hearthis, uh Well, it's not really like clomping, actually.
It's more like he's shuffling or something.
- Dancing, possibly? [Diefenbaker whining.]
- There you are, yeah.
Heh.
He's real light on his feet.
I can get hypnotized and just sit there for an hour, easy.
[whistling Oh What a Feeling.]
[squeaking.]
[stops whistling.]
[resumes whistling.]
[squeaking.]
[humming.]
- So what's your story? You work in a circus? - No, Ma'am.
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I've remained, attached as liaison with the Canadian Consulate.
- Don't take anything.
- Understood.
- Aagh! Jesus, you scared me to death.
- This thing doesn't work.
- What do you mean? It's a bottle.
It doesn't work or not work.
- If nothing comes out of it, what is it? - It's empty.
- But it isn't empty, so it must be broken.
- If it was broken, it'd be empty.
- Exactly.
So it's not working.
- There.
Now it's broken and it's working.
- Good man.
[Brandauer.]
: That's nice.
It's so nice to see the IRS taking an interest in you the same time we are.
- It's nice to see you take the word of a career scumball over mine.
- Mr.
Siracusa has nothing to gain by his allegations.
Why would he make them up? - Come on, Hallet.
Think I don't know he's up for release? Think I don't know Brandauer here is waiting to nail me for most of his adult life? Look, you guys knock yourselves out.
I got a station to run.
[arguing.]
Hey, hey, hey! Anybody who wants to get their head cracked, keep talking.
Who are the Penguins? - The graduating class of the Grenville School of Deportment and Domestic Service.
Apparently, they were setting a table when a rumble broke out over the correct placement of a spoon.
- Book 'em.
Fraser check in yet? - No.
- Give Ray another shot.
- Miss Bes Besbriss? - One month before I get to become a real cop and this happens.
- Just be straight.
You have nothing to hide.
[squeaking.]
[door closing.]
- Don't move.
- Hi, Ray.
So we're on a stakeout.
That's good.
Who's the target? - None of your business.
- Ah, secrecy.
That's very wise.
You know, it reminds me of a time I spent near Skull Rapids.
I was holed up with the carcass of a caribou for almost 72 hours, and, you know, to this day, I have no idea who we were actually waiting for.
But I can tell you that after 72 hours, the smell of a caribou carcass is almost hallucinogenic.
- Are you unhinged? - Not that I'm aware of.
- Hey, how did you find me? - You'd circled an obituary notice in a newspaper that was on the counter in your apartment - Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You broke into my apartment? - Well, no, that would be illegal.
Your landlady simply let me in.
She's very fond of you, by the way.
- You invade my castle, you track me down, you almost get your head shot off.
You want to tell me why? - Well, two reasons.
First, I brought you a present.
- For what? - Foryour birthday.
- It's not my birthday.
- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.
- I think you're wrong about that.
You see, Ray Vecchio was born - Let's just drop that, okay, Fraser? We both know I'm not Ray Vecchio.
- You're not? - No.
- You sure about that? - I don't even look like him.
- You could have had plastic surgery.
- You are unhinged.
- You think? - Yes, I think.
Look, I'm not Ray.
I mean, I am Ray, but I'm not Ray Vecchio.
I'm Kowalski.
Stanley Raymond Kowalski.
- Your name is Stanley Kowalski? - Look, my dad had a thing for Brando.
Me, it was always Steve McQueen, so I go by Ray.
- Well, It's a pleasure to meet you, Ray Kowalski.
[Huey.]
: Come on.
- Yes, sir.
- Get your butts over here.
- Sir.
- Enough with the good manners.
- As you wish, sir.
- I said enough.
- Yes, sir.
- Is this your phone log? - Yeah.
- Why all the calls to Vecchio? - Maintaining contact with the detectives is my job.
- Not afteryou've clocked out.
You got a dozen calls in there afteryour shift.
- It's not a 9-to-5 job.
- What does China White mean to you? - Nothing.
- Try again.
- Dishes.
- Drop the attitude, Besbriss.
- You know it's heroin.
You were in on it.
- I don't know what you guys are talking about.
- Missing drugs.
- Besbriss, you want to be a cop? Give me Vecchio and give me Welsh most importantly, Welsh and you just might get to be a cop.
Otherwise who knows what might happen.
- People are counting on you, Ray.
They could lose their jobs.
- Look, Fraser, let's get this thing straight.
You want me to sit in front of a bunch of guys who're going to grill me about corruption that never happened, but it happened to another guy, but I'd have to answer for it anyway? - Yes.
- Forget it.
- If you don't, Ray, you will lose your shield.
- Look, Fraser, I've humped this job for a long time.
Bad hours, bad food and bad guys.
And for what? - The pride and honour of knowing we make it possible for good people to tuck their kids in and know they'll be safe.
- You got to be kidding me.
- No, I'm not.
- You believe all that? - Yes, I do.
- You never doubt it? - Never.
- You're a lucky guy, Fraser.
Me, I never wanted to be a cop in the first place.
Always wanted to be something else.
- Why didn't you become something else? - That is the reason I'm here today.
- You mind if I ask you what that reason is? - Mind if I ask you what your wolf is doing? - I have no idea.
Although, in his youth, Diefenbaker did demonstrate a keen interest in horticulture.
- You know, Fraser, when they offered me this assignment, they made it sound kind of normal.
They said, "Hey, Ray, here's a chance to start over, ditch the past.
" "What's the catch?" I say.
"Oh, your partner is Canadian.
" "Canadian? I got nothing against Canadians.
" Except forthe time when they won the World Series.
- Two times.
- Which I'm willing to overlook.
- Thank you.
- But at no time did they say, "Oh, by the way, you'll be working with a Mountie who's got a wolf that's a florist.
" Hold these, will you? Oh, that's good.
Queer.
- Is this the target of the stakeout? - Nah, just something's queer.
Let's check it out.
[Diefenbaker whining.]
- It's all there? - Uh-huh.
[sobbing.]
- Mom Mom - What? - That's my mom in there.
- No, it's not.
- Yeah, it is.
- No, it's not.
You're confused with - Grief.
- That ain't her.
That's Mr Smith.
- Jones.
- No, that's my mother.
Mom, I'm so sorry.
Just wanted to see yourface one last time.
- Hey, you can't do that.
- Mom, how you've changed into Cuban cigars.
- That's it.
That's enough.
Out of the car.
Easy.
Easy.
That's it.
That's it.
Easy.
- Gentlemen.
My name is Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
- Pull out your gun.
- I don't have a gun.
- You don't got no gun? - No, I'm afraid not.
But if you'd be so kind as to step aside, the detective will read you your Miranda rights.
I assume that weaponry you're holding is illegal.
- Does a bear shop in the forest? - In my experience, bears don't shop.
- Hey, wise guy, out of the way.
- Run.
- You don't have a gun? - Obviously you weren't fully briefed.
I'm not licensed to carry firearms.
- And you didn't bother to tell me before? - It didn't seem germane at the time.
- What the hell kind of word is that? - I'll be right back.
- What are you doing? - It's your birthday present.
I dropped it.
- Are you a freak? - It's a dream catcher.
I made it myself.
You see, you hang it in your window, it catches your bad dreams.
You sleep well at night.
- I sleep fine.
- And these are eagle feathers.
- Fraser, when they shoot us, I'll be glad I knew that.
- You'd be surprised at how difficult it is to acquire an eagle feather.
First of all, you have to apply to the National Eagle Repository in Commerce City, Colorado.
Then you just have to hope that someone finds a dead eagle in the woods and they have the presence of mind to put it on ice and courier it to Commerce City.
- Really? - Really.
- Go.
- And then, basically, you just wait and you hope that no shaman ortribal elder needs an eagle feather in some sort of sacred ritual, which, of course, would take precedence over your relatively minor desire to use the feather in a gift foryour partner.
- How many rounds have I fired? - By my count, seven.
- Duck! We're sunk.
I left all my clips in the crypt.
I've only got two rounds left.
- I don't mean to be critical, but you might want to consider remedial practice on the target range.
Your aim is appalling.
- Hey, I'm a good shot.
- By what criteria? You fired seven rounds.
You haven't been within 50 metres.
- ljust need my glasses.
I left them in the tomb.
- No, you didn't.
- Why didn't you tell me you had them? - Well, I didn't realize you were blind.
- ljust don't see all that good.
- We've got a bit of time, so just to finish this off, if you happen to pass these hurdles, you'll be one of the lucky few to have this precious symbol of freedom delivered to your door.
- What are you talking about? - The eagle feather.
- You are a freak.
Hey! Down! Down! Hands - That's good work, Ray.
Now we'll have to return to the station for processing.
- You have the right to remain silent.
- Ray, we have to return to the station for processing.
- I am not doing that, Fraser.
- Anything you say may - Ray, standard operating procedure, field manual, Chapter 7: The arresting officer shall transferthe suspect to the nearest station house for processing with dispatch.
- Do you understand these rights? - With dispatch! - You like procedure so much, you take 'em in.
- I'm not the arresting officer.
- Look, Fraser, get something through your head.
Keep a shield, lose a shield, I don't really care.
I am not leaving this graveyard till I finish what I came here to do: Take down a bent nail named Marcus Ellery.
Until I do that, I'm not leaving, period.
Dot it, file it, stick it in a box marked "done.
" Okay? Come on, get up! - Tell us about Alcorn Street.
- That was a stand-up bust.
- Oh, yeah.
- We took down a couple of real dirt-bags.
Ray risked his life to save a child.
It was a great day for cops.
- No kidding.
You scored a big haul of China White.
- What are you talking, scored? We seized a shipment of heroin.
- You seized 10 kilos of heroin.
When it was signed into evidence control, there was one.
- That's crap.
- We'll tell you when you're done.
- I don't have to take this.
- Sit down.
- Look, you've got a fine record.
Maybe you were taking orders.
Give me Welsh, and I'll help you out.
[Roy.]
: In the '70s, Ellery went on a tear, string of armed robberies from Illinois to Texas.
He hit anything with cash jewellery, armoured trucks, banks.
He did one bank right in my neighbourhood.
Ten years ago, he was convicted of a heist outside of El Paso.
En route to the state pen, he escaped.
Afterthat, went off the grid.
It's his mother they're burying today.
- You think he'll attend? - It's his mother.
He'll show.
- Who asked you? - He's just trying to help.
- I don't need your help.
- Fine, but I detect a hole in your plan.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Assuming Ellery shows which, I agree, he will what are you going to do? Statute of limitations has run out on the guy.
- You know he's right, Ray.
- Whose side are you on? - I didn't realize we had sides.
- Fraser, there's always sides.
There's bad guys, then there's everybody else.
Marcus Ellery: bad guy.
- That may be, but you haven't grounds to arrest him.
- Look, this is not official business.
So shut up.
It's personal.
- You know, Ray, Francis Bacon once wrote that revenge is a wild kind of justice which the more a man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.
- Did Francis Bacon ever meet Marcus Ellery? - It's unlikely.
Bacon died in 1626.
- Well, there you go.
If he had, he would've whistled a different tune.
- Awild kind of justice Yeah, I like that.
- How many times I gotta tell you? We only seized one kilo.
- Not by the evidence log.
What's this? - It's my name.
- Yeah, and this? - My signature.
- Ten kilos, Detective, 10.
- It was one.
Ray will back me up.
- He hasn't shown up.
He's left you to take the fall, huh? What does that tell you? - Think about it.
- This Bacon, does he got any books out? - Yes, actually, The Advancement of Learning, Novum Organum and an incomplete yet very fascinating work called Instauratio Magna.
- I'm gonna check into that.
- What's wrong with you, man? - Well, if we don't get off on a technicality, we're looking at 15 to 20 in Joliet.
I could put that time to good use.
- Shut up! [gunshots.]
Gun.
- I told you, use your head.
[gunshots.]
- Oh, dear! - Who the hell are you? - Gladys Caunce.
- I'm terribly sorry, Ma'am.
We thought you were a desperate criminal.
Did I hurt you? - No.
It is a bit stiff, though.
- What is, Ma'am? - My leg.
- Ah, yes.
Let me help you up.
- Oh, thank you.
My hat.
Oh, there we are.
Oh! I'm I'm just visiting my husband.
- You hate the guy so much you fire six shots into him after he's already dead? - Hate him? Good Lord, no.
I loved him dearly.
I'm just executing part of his will.
- What? Is he, like, a masochist or something? - Well, we'd try that sometimes, but he hated pain.
No.
No, he was acarophobic.
- He was afraid of acrobats? - No, no.
Insects.
- Exactly.
Well, you see, Henry was of the belief that lead would discourage insects from feasting off him.
So I shoot a little in every now and again to keep them away.
I don't know if it works, but it makes me feel better.
- I understand.
- You understand.
- Ma'am, I'm afraid we're going to have to check yourfirearm certificate.
- Oh, by all means.
- Thank you kindly.
- Freak.
- If he's not here in an hour, we're all gonna be looking for new jobs on the back of match books.
- Yeah, well - Can I ask you something? Do you find me attractive? - I wouldn't say attractive.
- No.
Cute, maybe.
- I'd say well-favoured.
- Did I ask you? - Sorry, I thought you were asking all of us.
- Well, I wasn't, so zip.
Well, do you find me attractive? - In what sense? - In the sense of, you know, being a woman.
- Do I think you're an attractive woman? - No.
No, I'm not the woman.
You're the woman.
- I'm the woman.
- No, I'm a woman.
- Butt out.
- Well, she is.
- I know she's a woman.
I'm asking Fraser to pretend he's a woman, Okay? - Oh Can you do that, dear? - I have done that, yes.
- So have I.
It's ratherfun.
Heh-heh.
- Look, you three, zip.
And you, you pretend you're a woman, okay? You find me attractive? - Very much so, yes.
- You're not just saying that? - Well, I'm not really qualified to judge.
- I don't know what's funny about that.
He isn't - It just sounds like something my wife would say.
- I didn't realize you were married.
- I was.
Not any more.
- That is so sad.
- Yeah, well Two careers, she worked at the State's Attorney's Office.
It just didn't work out.
- Oh, I recognize that tone of voice.
That's the "Hey, it's no big deal" tone of voice, you know? - He would know.
His wife left him.
He was a broken window.
Glass everywhere.
- What about you, dear? Are you married? - No, Ma'am, I'm not.
But I am acquainted with loss and, on occasion, loneliness.
- Oh, yes, loneliness.
It may sound silly, but I wonder how the sun will feel today when it's blocked out by the moon.
- Yes, it does seem sometimes as though the border between life and death is very poorly guarded.
- Yeah, and if you're carrying the wrong passport, you wind up in a little drawer in one of these places.
- What I'm thinking is, who the hell hands out the passports? I wouldn't be here if I handed out the passports, you know.
- Or would you? That's the question.
- Right.
Right, like you can't go forward until you go backward.
Look, I tried to run away from my past, but you can't do it, because it's in your skin, it stays with you.
You gotta retrace your steps to figure out how you got here.
I took this bus.
I drove this car.
I got on this train.
I walked down this street.
I turned this corner.
I opened this door.
And I stepped into a bank.
Ba bada-ba [Ray.]
: I was 13, and she was a Gold Coast girl.
Private school.
She was untouchable, but I was working it.
I was lying like a maniac.
I was John Lennon, James Bond and Joe Namath all rolled into one.
What a rush [music.]
Oh - I think that man has a gun.
- Gun! [gunshot.]
- Down on the floor now! Now! You, little girl, get over here.
Get over here.
Kid, fill that up with money.
Get up and fill it up.
[liquid running.]
Get up! Now! Turn around! Turn around.
[laughing.]
The kid pissed himself.
- Stella! Stella.
Stella.
- So did you get the girl? - Yeah, I got the girl.
- Oh.
- That was Stella, my wife.
- She married you after, even, you know, what you done? - Yeah, but that's not the point.
The point is, I mean, my whole life, it all starts and ends with this one guy.
I'm like one of those, um, whatchamacallem knights looking forthe Holy Grill.
- Grail.
- What? - Holy Grail - You sure? - I'm pretty sure it's not a diner.
- Grill, Grail, whatever.
I'm just trying to settle an old debt.
- Okay number one, this is either empty, broken or not working.
And numbertwo they're here.
- Oh, Tom, dear.
[howling.]
[Gladys.]
: Is your wolf all right? - I think he's grieving.
His breed is uncommonly sensitive.
He feels sorrow profoundly.
- He didn't show up.
- A guy doesn't show to his own mother's funeral? I mean, we're lowlife, man, but that sets a new standard.
[muttering.]
- Hush, Tom, dear.
Go back to sleep.
- You know, Ray, I'm pretty sure he'll come.
We have time.
- We're running out of time.
- He's been in there for 37 minutes.
- This was on your watch, Lieutenant.
- I stand by my detectives.
- Ten kilos down to one.
We're talking big-time felony charges.
- I stand by my detectives.
- You were a clown 20 years ago and you're still a clown, Welsh.
You pushed me aside every chance you got, and when that wasn't enough, you put my brother in jail.
My brother! Let me tell you something.
Nothing's gonna give me more pleasure than taking you and this whole stinking division down.
You got me? - I lied, you know.
- You did? - Yeah.
About Stella, to Stella.
When I was in the bank, she thought I humiliated myself on purpose to stall fortime so she could get away.
I nevertold her any different.
She thought I was a hero.
I played along.
Awhole marriage based on a lie.
I was a con job then and I'm a con job now.
- You know, Ray, in my limited experience with the subject, I found that very few lifelong bonds are formed based on whether one partner orthe other urinated in their clothing.
And I'm willing to gamble not with money, mind you but I am willing to gamble that Stella looked beyond that one incident and saw the whole person.
- What do you mean? - In December 1988, a young boy was being held in a warehouse.
You went in, even though you knew your cover had been blown.
You drew fire, you were wounded, yet you managed to rescue the boy.
Yourfirst citation.
In December 1990, in a jewellery store, you single-handedly held off three gunmen, saving four innocent lives.
Your second citation.
In September 1993, you faced down three escaped murderers, and you brought them to justice.
Yourthird citation.
You're a good policeman, Ray.
And I would be proud to call you my partner.
And my friend.
- What was that last part? - Friend.
- Lend me some money? - Nah.
Money and friends don't mix, Ray.
Let's go to work.
- How did you know all that stuff about my background? - I had yourfingerprints.
I went through yourfiles.
- You're a real Nosey Parker, aren't you? - I think it's prudent to know the mettle of the man you work with.
Heh, prudent.
You sound like Germane.
You think this thing would fly? - It's not a frisbee, Ray.
It's a dream catcher.
It tangles up bad dreams.
- But do you think it would fly? - There's only one way to find out.
- Oh, jeez, what the hell? [thump.]
Ah, jeez.
Oh, hey, man whateveryou want my money, my wallet it's yours.
- Ha, you remember me? Oh, yeah, you remember.
Little kid in the bank, 1974.
Oh, yeah.
You remember.
Kid wet himself.
Tell me you remember.
- Hey, what the hell's happening? - It's an eclipse.
I don't believe this.
You don't remember me.
- Hey, kid, I've robbed a lot of banks, and I've spent a lot of time in jail.
I don't have much of a memory about anything.
- I spent my entire life looking foryou, looking for some payback, some revenge, maybe even kill you.
And now I got you face to face and I can't even see yourface.
- You do what you gotta do, man.
ljust came here to say goodbye to my mother.
- Uh, mother.
Okay, you can go now.
- You're letting me go? - Yeah.
Thanks.
- For what? - Making me what I am.
A cop.
- Ray! I'm terribly sorry.
Pardon me.
Ray! Ow! - He overpowered me.
Ran away.
- Are you all right? - I'm good.
- Well, we really should - Face the music.
- Oh! Ray? Ray? Give me a paw, Dief.
- He's gonna show.
He'll show.
- Ten kilos, street-grade heroin, down to one kilo! Where did it go? - You tell me.
- You a hard guy, huh? Chicago hard guy? - Your words.
- You recognize this? - Evidence log-in.
- Is that your signature? - Looks like it.
- And is that a 10? - No.
- We're not playing here.
Unless 25 years in the big house is your idea of fun! - Are you guys really bozos or do you just pretend to be bozos? - You want to repeat that? - It's not a 10.
It's a 1 with a happy face.
You know? Happy day, bad guys off the street.
Here, let me show you.
What's this number? - 360.
- No, it's not.
It's a 36 with a happy face.
See? See? I do it all the time.
- You want us to check through all the records? - Go ahead, knock yourselves out! Or we can cut to the chase! This whole station is shivering on the word of some apple-polisher I never even met.
Come on, put me in a line-up.
Siracusa can pick me out, I'm good to go.
You book me a room in the big house.
If you can't, you can pack up your little circus and go home.
Deal? Deal? - Give us Vecchio.
- Come on, Siracusa.
- Numberthree.
- Numberthree, please step forward.
- Your brother was nothing but a criminal, and I stand by my detectives.
[cheering.]
- So this is a traditional Yukon celebration? - It's a fair approximation.
Without the snow, of course.
- You all right? - Oh, yeah, sure.
- Gentlemen.
- Huey, I don't think so.
- I can do it, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it.
Oh! - Sad, - Party's going rather well, I think.
- Oh, yeah.
You know, Fraser, that was weird, seeing Ellery.
- Yeah, I should imagine.
- I mean, that guy dogged me my entire life, and now it's like, uh, the sky opened up or something.
Uh, I don't know, it's - You know, Ray, my father once told me that the sky isn't just above you, that if you look at the horizon, you'll see that it actually touches the ground.
So if you think about it, whereveryou go, you're actually walking in the sky.
- You're a freak.
- Understood.
- That's a lot harder than it looks.
- Which Ray Vecchio? 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