Due South (1994) s03e11 Episode Script

Dead Guy Running

[music] There goes the bride - Excuse me.
Carry on.
Ow! - Sorry, sir.
- Ow.
Is Vecchio back yet? - He wouldn't go.
- I told you to take him to the hospital.
- He wouldn't go.
- What's that? - What's what? - Your eye.
- I took a puck.
What happened to yourthumb? - Never mind.
- Sir, they got him.
Kuzma.
They gor him.
- Yeah! [cheering] They got Kuzma.
Huey's bringing him in now.
- Five minutes alone with him is all I want.
- How's your ear? - Look, I'll live.
Just five minutes.
- No, you're off the case.
- Off the case? What? What? Why? - Huey's collar now.
- Kuzma was my collar.
I had him.
- You had him and you lost him.
- He practically bit my ear off.
- Exactly.
Now, go home.
- There's nothing wrong with me.
- Oh yeah? You're fine, huh? Good.
Make yourself useful.
When the feds find out we got Kuzma, they're gonna turn this into a circus, all right? Let's see how fast you can clean this room up.
- How about a general amnesty? [muttering] Okay! Stanley Smith.
You are our next contestant on Prison Life.
Come on down! You Stanley Smith? You St Okay, you can stay cuffed to the chair all day.
- All right, yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's me, come on.
Cuffs are starting to hurt.
What happened to your ear, man? - I asked too many stupid questions like that.
- All right.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! - Whoa! Settle down, son.
- Yo, man! What are you? - I'm a Canadian.
- Thanks, Fraser.
- You're welcome, Ray.
What happened to your ear? - It's a long story.
Michael Johnson here goes into number 1.
- Oh, just a second.
Sorry, sir, this is a non-smoking environment.
- Jeez! Smokey the bear! - You know, Ray, that thing with your ear kind of reminds me of a wrestling match I once saw on Great Slave Lake where Yukon John actually bit off Haystack Calhoun's ear.
Although my friend, Innusiq, who knew of such things, he said it was entirely fake and that the next night Haystack Calhoun would bite off Yukon John's ear.
- What is the point of that story? - It's just an ear anecdote.
- Look, they are taking my collar.
Adolph Kuzma is my collar.
- Yeah, yeah, man, what's up? You guys for real? - Hey, we ask the tough questions around here.
Keep yourfeet off the table and shut up, Holmes.
All right, possession of burglary tools, attempted theft, auto, apprehended inside a '95 Mercedes 280SL.
- So I was just looking for a place to sleep, that's all.
- So you broke into a hundred-thousand-dollar car? - Yeah, I did.
Get me my lawyer.
- Oh, you got no place to sleep but you got a lawyer on retainer.
That's a good one.
Kuzma, you little freak show.
Come on, come on! [shouting] Come on! Come on! - Take it easy! Sit down! - Ah! - You all right? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Jeez, like a zoo up in here.
[barking] - What's going on? - Oh, dear.
[music] [grunting] Careful, Ray.
Careful.
- Like I'm gonna hurt him.
- No, you're just standing on my foot.
- Oh.
- Let's set him down.
[Diefenbaker is barking.
] Sit down, sir.
And sit down slowly.
Sudden movements set him off.
- Okay.
- Hmm.
- You know the guy? - No, I don't believe so.
- What's with the "hmm"? - Well, it's just an interesting smell.
- Hey, you guys You guys look a little busy.
Why don't ljust split? - Look, shut up and sit down, oryou go in the wall.
- Yeah, right, okay.
- I'm gonna go get Welsh.
- Why? - We got a dead body here.
- Oh, right you are.
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God, he killed him.
Oh, my God - Give me five minutes.
- Five.
- Hey, hey, listen, man! I know my rights.
I ain't got to stay in no room with no dead guy! - We can take you down to the cage with the skinheads, crackheads and bikers who are dusty.
You preferthat? - You're cool? - Yeah, yeah, I'll stay here.
- That's nice.
- His name is Guy Rankin.
He's from the neighbourhood.
We heard that, uh, he was into a lot of bad stuff, but you hear a lot of things.
He was okay.
He was He was kind of funny, actually.
He used to do these impressions of, you know, Mr.
Frank Sinatra and stuff.
Anyway, one night, he asked me out for a drink.
I thought we were going out for a drink but I guess he thought we were going out for a drink.
We got outside the house, and, um, I could handle him at first, 'cause, you know, he wouldn't keep his hands off me.
But but then he really started to hurt me.
And that's when Ray came Came outside.
He just went crazy.
He was He was like, um, Sonny in The Godfather.
You remember? When Sonny found out that his sister Connie was being beaten up by Carlo? - Mm-mm.
- Ray was just like that.
I had to pull him off so that guy could get out.
Anyway Afterthat, um, he was just waiting forthe guy to make a mistake.
And when he found out that he was shaking down some of the local merchants, he hauled him in.
- And you think Ray killed him? What makes you think that? - Because he said he was going to.
- Man, oh, man, what is that smell? - The dead guy.
They smell.
- No, no, no, not that smell.
- It's shellac.
It's made out of bugs.
It's very effective as a wood treatment for protecting wharf pilings from the effects of permafrost.
- Fraser, what the hell is going on?! - Yeah, Fraser? - Ray, can I have a word with you in private? - You sit there.
- No, no, whoa, whoa! No, no! I ain't gotta stay in no room with no dead guy! This is cruel and unusual punishment.
This is America and I know my rights! - They always know their rights.
How about the rights of the guy with the Mercedes? - He don't need no rights, he got a Mercedes.
- Sit there! [Diefenbaker growling] I didn't kill the guy.
The real Ray Vecchio killed the guy.
- I didn't say he killed him.
I said he is a suspect.
- Pass it overto Internal Affairs and let them sort it out.
- No, I'm afraid I can't do that, Ray, because if Internal Affairs investigates the Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
If Internal Affairs investigates, they will undoubtedly discover that you are not the real Ray Vecchio.
- Maybe.
Personally, I don't give them that much credit.
- Well, perhaps, but let's just say that it becomes public that you're not the real Ray Vecchio.
That will put Ray Vecchio's life at risk.
- What should I say? Better him than me? - No, of course not.
- What are we supposed to do? - I am suggesting that we don't report the body.
- Fraser, you're talking about suppressing the evidence.
- No, delaying.
- Suppressing.
- Delaying reporting the body to give us enough time to find the real killer.
- You're not playing with a full mukluk, Fraser.
How long can we hide a dead body in a police station? - If you can hang on to that room at least until the end of your shift.
- Oh, little coffee break? - Oh, no, sir.
We're just strategizing.
- I need that room.
- The kid's just starting to open up, Sir.
- Good.
I'll wait till the movie comes out.
Get rid of him! - Sir, ahem, I wonder if I could perhaps have a word with you - I am very busy, Constable.
- I understand that, Sir, but it's extremely important.
- Ah, what is it? - Well, Sir, I have a hypothetical question.
- Oh, great! Hypothetical and important.
- Well, some questions can be both.
- All right, shoot.
- All right, if the need were to arise, Sir, to speak to Ray Vecchio, the real Ray Vecchio, in person, would that be possible? - If Ray Vecchio's mother were on her deathbed, and her last dying wish was to see her son's face again, hear his voice just one last time, I would send the new Ray Vecchio.
Does that answeryour question? - Yes, Sir.
What happened to yourthumb? - Never mind.
- Okay, I printed this up, but I looked forthe file.
I can't find it anywhere.
By name, by date, nothing.
- You sure he was booked? - Yeah, I'm positive.
Oh, but I did find this.
You were right.
- Thank you.
You'll keep looking forthe otherfiles? - Yeah, of course.
- Thank you kindly, Francesca.
- Uh, Fraser? - Mm-hmm? - Um about what I told you before.
You won't tell anybody? - No, no, of course not.
- It's just that those things are really kind of personal to me, and ljust hope that you won't think any less of me.
- No.
- ljust felt like I could really, I could really talk to you, you know.
I guess I thought talking to a Mountie from Canada is kind of like talking to a priest.
- Well, no, not exactly.
- I mean, not that I think of you as a priest, 'cause, you know, I don't.
I think of you as a man.
- Ah! - Not that priests aren't men.
It's it's just that priests can't do certain things.
- Well, not necessarily.
There was a father Macauley, of Fort Assiniboine.
He once tracked a cougar forfive weeks over 300 miles - No, no, Fraser, no.
Those aren't exactly the things that I'm referring to.
- Oh.
Oh, I see.
Right, um, ahem.
Excuse me.
- Fraser.
- Yes.
- Is my brother gonna be okay? - Oh, yes.
Sure.
Sure.
Yeah.
- Okay.
- Can't just be, can't just be doin' this, man.
Can't just be holdin' me, know what I'm saying? That's what they do in places like Sweden and Canada and all them other torture places.
- Hey, look! I play by my own rules.
Kind of a wild card, kind of kooky.
Now, you want to help me? - All right, ain't got to shout.
Man! Whoo! How long you think he been like this? - Ninety-two days.
- How would you know that? - Electrical work was done.
That's when the wall went up.
- Somebody killed him, shellacked him so he wouldn't rot, and stuck him in the wall? - Surprisingly effective.
He looks almost as good as new.
- Hey! Oh! Have you got a file on him? - No, that's what's intriguing.
There are no files.
- So Vecchio had them destroyed.
- Ray Vecchio didn't do this.
- How can you be so sure? - Because the plastic was sucked into his mouth.
That means he was alive when they put him in the wall.
Ray Vecchio's not capable of an act so monstrous, so heinous, so repulsive, so repugnant to the human condition, So Can I borrow your car? - Why? - In the absence of any other leads, and time being the factorthat it is, I think it expedient that I have a chat with a Mr.
Dinardo.
- Who? - He owns the company that did the dry-walling.
- Take a short cut.
I don't know how long I can keep this room.
- Understood.
Oh, it's, um - Brake, gas.
Brake, gas.
- Got it.
Careful, it [loud banging] Oh, that's just one of my fellow officers interviewing a suspect.
- All right, let's try this again.
Were you the shooter? - Were you on Alcorn Street when the cop was shot? - How long do you cook a fourteen-pound turkey? - What's going on? - Ask him a question.
Any question.
- Is your name Kuzma? General Adolph Kuzma of the American Patriots' Army? Oh, nice try, scumbag, but I'm not gonna make you look betterforthe Feds.
You and your psycho army, you think you can go blowing up banks and shooting cops? Think our laws don't apply to you? Well, you betterthank God forthose laws.
It's the only thing keeping you alive.
Nice face.
Tell me something.
Five weeks ago, the Feds had you surrounded at Diamond Back Ridge, but you escaped.
It was a miracle.
What, you made a deal with the Feds? You think they're gonna waltz in here and save you? I got news foryou.
You killed a Chicago cop.
You're not gonna leave here ever, not till they put a needle in your arm.
- He might enjoy that, sir.
- Here.
Don't clean him up.
Just keep asking him questions.
Huey.
Did he say anything in there? Did he ask for a laywer? - No, I think he's going for insanity.
- Sir, FBI's on the phone.
- All right, see if you can locate the whereabouts of assistant state's attorney Kowalski, all right? All right, the games begin.
Get him talking about something.
Doesn't matter, okay? If we get him started, it'll give us reason to keep the Feds out.
- I don't think he's gonna say anything.
- Get him talking.
- All right.
- So, I imagine the Feds, within the hour, will be here to see yourfriend Kuzma.
I want to be privy to that conversation from in there.
I need this room.
- Yes, Sir.
- You didn't know? Margaret Moynihan told me Well, she heard it from Jerry Kovacs Yeah So what'd he do, anyway? - Well, we're not sure exactly, but if you could just cast your mind back 92 days ago.
- Ninety-two days ago That would be a Tuesday night, wouldn't it? - Yes.
- See, I know that because Darlene Carmichael, in Accounting, she had her baby three months premature, and I was just saying to Lori, in Personnel, how the spicy pizza we had at the shower, which was on a Tuesday night, probably induced the contractions, you know, causing the premature labour.
- I'm quite sure you're right.
About the man in the picture [phone ringing] - Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Let me think about it.
- Right.
[phone ringing] Thank you kindly.
- No problem.
Listen, if I come up with anything, I'll give you a call.
District 27 - In the back.
In oh.
[throat clearing] - You're getting rooked in, Son.
- I know what you're thinking.
Ordinarily I would agree, but these are very special circumstances.
- They always are, but concealing evidence in a murder investigation I thought I taught you how to uphold the law.
- And I will.
- When? - Latertoday.
- You must live by the principles you protect.
Otherwise everything caves in like an igloo during spring thaw.
- I know what I'm doing, Dad.
You just have to trust me.
- No, that's where you're wrong.
I don't have to trust anyone any more, I'm dead.
But you gotta trust yourself.
One step in the wrong direction and it snowballs.
Next you'll be lying to coveryourtracks.
When cops are involved in murder, it gets even uglier.
I was gunned down by one of our own on my turf.
Well, ice cap.
Do you remember? - I remember.
- I trusted Gerard for the better part of 30 years.
It wasn't easy to accept what he had become.
- Ray didn't kill anybody.
- If that's true, stay within the law.
- I don't have any choice.
- That's where you're wrong.
- You want to know something, Dad? Great.
[whining] I'm sorry I yelled at you.
I didn't realize he was back there.
All right, here we go.
[honking] - Idiot! - Brake, gas no.
Gas, brake, gas, brake.
- Yeah, Frank, don't worry about it.
If your kid's sick, she's sick.
Nothing you can do about it Yeah, take a couple of days off, all right? Good man.
Marilyn, you want to do me a favour? Mangione's kid's sick.
Send her over a teddy bear.
- Frank's kid is 14.
- Well, send her something.
- Okay.
- Yeah, who are you? - I'm Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers [truck honking] - Louis! Lou! - It's not really important, Sir.
What is important is that three months ago, you did some renovations, dry-walling, to be exact, Chicago P.
D.
, district 27.
I wonder if it's possible for me to speak to the men who did that job.
- You must be joking.
I can't rememberthree months ago.
- It's very important, Sir.
- You give me the name of yourtailors, I give you the number.
Marilyn, listen, pull out a file, Chicago P.
D.
, about three months ago.
Is there a problem with something? I got no calls.
Nobody's complained or anything.
- No, it's strictly routine, Sir.
Do you, by any chance, recognize this man? - Is he one of the guys? Tell you the truth, I don't recognize anybody who works for me, my friend.
Here we go.
She's nice, huh? Here we are.
Tom Harvey was the foreman.
The crew, he never listed.
Lot of times, we pick up guys at the local hostels, give them a day's work, cod carriers and such.
Puts a little money in their pocket.
- Do you know where I could contact this Mr.
Harvey? - Had to let him go.
Last I remember, he was at a flop house on Diversy.
He's probably long gone by now.
Marilyn will give you the address.
I got to get back And get that dog out of here.
Lou! You don't understand English? In the office.
[grumbling] - Yeah, you heard what the man said, Ray: you need me.
I want to make a new deal.
- You give me the day, I give you the rest of your life.
- You make me walk, man? - I don't kill you.
[knocking] - Hi.
I'm not going to come in, if that's okay.
Where is he? - Behind the door.
- Okay.
I found the Rankin file misplaced way at the back.
- Thanks.
Assistant state's attorney Stella Kowalski.
It was Stella's case? - Hey, is Fraser back? - No.
- Okay.
Ray didn't do this.
- Whoo, yeah! Hey, let me ask you something.
She just said, "Ray didn't do this.
" - Right.
- I thought you was Ray.
- Like there's only one Stanley Smith in the world? - Yeah, that's true.
She's a babe, the file lady.
- Hey! That's my sister.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
- Extortion, carrying a concealed weapon, resisting arrest.
And he walks? - Yeah, well, like me, you probably had no evidence.
- Eyewitness testimony, marked bills, wire tap.
This is as good as it gets.
How the hell do you walk on charges like that? - What, you asking me? - You want to help me oryou want to stare at the dead guy all day? - Yeah, that's true.
All right.
Check this out.
Maybe he got off on one of them technicalities.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, like, uh what? I mean, he was here on the day that the wall went up, and he got a walk.
- Yeah, but he didn't walk too far, you know what I'm saying? [knocking] - Ray! I was looking for Lieutenant Welsh.
What happened to your ear? - Nothing.
You're here for Kuzma? - Yeah.
- That's my collar.
- I heard it was Huey's.
Oh, my God! What is that smell? - Hey, how you doing? We haven't been introduced.
My name's Stanley Smith.
I'll be working with Ray here.
- Detective Smith, sit down.
- Okay, I'll be over here.
- See you later, Ray.
- Stella! - I'm working.
- This is about work.
Afew months ago, you handled a case with a guy named Guy Rankin.
Vecchio and Huey were the arresting officers.
Extortion, concealed weapon, and the guy walked.
You remember anything about that? This is nice.
- Yeah, I do.
They failed to read him his rights.
- Vecchio and Huey screwed up on the Miranda, you believe that? - All I know is Rankin said they didn't read him his rights, and they agreed with him, so he walked.
Maybe the fact that Ray Vecchio used his face for a punching bag had something to do with it.
I don't know.
I gotta go.
- Hey, yo! What's up, scout? - What do you think you're The hat's sacred, okay? - Oh, man, just joking around.
Yo, that girl, man, she's a babe.
- That's my wife.
- You know how to pick 'em up.
- My ex-wife.
- Guess you're the man to get to know around here.
[Stella screaming] - Cuff him behind his back! - Think that son of a bitch broke my jaw.
- You've had your chance.
- I gotta ask you something.
- Let it go, Vecchio! - You get back in there! Watch this door.
It's not about the collar.
Hey, how can you not remember three months ago? You, Vecchio, Guy Rankin.
He was released.
You forgot to read him his rights.
Look, I found the file, Jack.
- What the hell is the matter with you?! You trying to get a job in Internal Affairs or what? - I'm going to let that pass.
Once.
- Look, Ray Vecchio had some personal thing with Rankin.
I didn't know, I didn't ask.
So he roughed him up a little.
All I know is Rankin walked out of here in one piece.
Now, if no one has seen him since Guys like him, who misses them? - Gentlemen, I don't tell you what to do, and the FBI doesn't tell me what to do.
- Fraser, the FBI's here, and Welsh wants the room.
We have to move him.
- Understood.
- She's no Rita Hayworth, but she gets the job done.
- You know, Ray, I had anotherfriend, well, acquaintance, really.
Anyway, one day he was fishing and he ripped his ear off with a hula popper.
Coat, please.
Anyway, he was able to sew it back on with some 8-pound test monofilament.
Unfortunately, he sewed it on backwards.
And from that day forward, he claims he was dyslexic.
- What's the point? I don't get that.
- There's nothing to get, Ray.
It's just another ear anecdote.
- Ha, ha, cool.
Glasses.
Come on.
Where the hell do we put him? - If you want to hide an apple, you don't put it in a bag full of golf balls.
- Glasses, glasses.
Oh, cooler downstairs.
- That wasn't part of the deal.
- I'm changing your deal.
- Yeah? I'm changing the deal too.
Yo! We got a dead guy - Shut up! - What you gonna do, hit me? - He's got a point, Ray.
- All right, I'll make you a deal.
You help us with him, you walk.
- Not good enough.
Yo - What do you want? [Trying to talk] I want you all to deputize me.
- Come on, let's go.
- All right, one, two, three.
The legs.
[cracking] - I can debone a whole chicken in underthree minutes.
Okay, let's go.
I know he was a miserable bastard, but when I'm dead, I hope no one's rolling me around in a funny outfit.
- Mr.
Smith, would you get the elevator? There's Welsh.
- Oh, God.
- Francesca.
- Vecchio, where's your prisoner? - Uh, in the can, Sir.
- All right, we'll set up right in here.
- Look, this is stupid, Fraser.
It's not going to work.
How do you think that this - Just stay the course.
Ray Vecchio's life may depend on what we do.
Godspeed.
- "Godspeed" Smith! - What is this? What, did a bomb go off in here? - Move it or lose it! - Francesca! Where is he? - Around the corner.
- Call foryou, Sergeant.
Something about giblets.
- Oh, there'll be no parking spot for Nicky at NASA.
- Oh, dear.
- Oooh, red.
I says to Smokey, I says, "I never even been in the freakin' woods.
" - Excuse me.
- Hey, hey, we was just talking.
He was trying to get me to go on the patch.
- Good idea.
- Hey, uh, I'll see you, pal.
I'll call.
So long, buddy! I'll call.
- We gotta wait ten minutes.
Feds are in the morgue.
- Man, you see the size of their guns? - Hang on for 15 minutes and then call.
- Okay, I'll call, I'll call.
- Be right with you.
Fraser.
- Yes, Sir.
- I guess they do these things a little different where you're from.
- In what sense, Sir? [flushing toilet] - Never mind.
- Sir, I wonder if I if I could ask you a question.
- Yeah, be quick.
- Ahem, it involves, uh, well, it's a case involving Ray Vecchio, Sir.
- What is it with you and Ray Vecchio today? - Well, nothing, Sir, and as a matter of fact, this does actually involve the former Ray Vecchio and a man named Guy Rankin.
- Leave that one alone, Fraser.
- Why is that, Sir? - It almost cost Vecchio his badge.
He almost did time.
And the only reason he's still a cop is that this Guy Rankin disappeared, and it's best that he stays disappeared.
Oh, God, what, did something die in here? Better lay off those moose burgers.
- Yes, Sir.
- No, no, Nicky, you're thinking, you're thinking of a capon Constable Fraser! - Oh, my God - Yes, Sergeant? - Listen Hang on.
Listen, I've been thinking about what you asked me earlier, you know, did I see Rankin leaving the station that night? No, no, that would be the bantam rooster Well, I did.
I've been thinking about it, and I did.
I saw him leave that night.
- You're sure it was him? - Oh Yes, that's right.
That would be the Guinea hen.
He was one of those kind of guys, you know, kind of different-looking, odd, like.
I don't forget a face like that.
- Right.
Well, thank you.
You've been very helpful.
- Any time.
Uh, what's wrong with him? - Oh, nothing, no.
He's, uh sleepy.
- Yeah, really sleepy.
- Yeah, 325 for about an hour and a half.
- Come on.
Adolph Adolph! Talk to me.
- Maybe we should just hand him back overto Chicago P.
D.
- Yeah, they'll know what to do.
You killed one of theirs, they're dying to get their hands on you.
[sighing] You want us to help you, you got to give us something.
- All right, now, look.
We let you walk last month with the condition that you give up your partners, not so you could shoot a cop.
We'll help you with that, but you gotta guarantee that no one finds out about our deal, and you have gotta tell us about your partners.
Oh! Oh, mommy, mommy, mommy - Bentley, go get assistant state's attorney Kowalski, fast.
- You can go.
That was the deal.
So you can go, so go.
- Okay, but I got to make that call.
- No, I'll make the call.
- But you said I could call.
- You said you were going to make the call ljust didn't say no.
- So what? That's the same thing as saying yes! - No, it isn't.
That's the same thing as ignoring you.
Okay, make the call.
- Yeah, all right! Whoo! What's that number again? [man singing opera] [singing] [phone ringing] - Don't go anywhere.
I'll be right back.
Oh Oh, yes, the offer is still open.
- These sheets have seen better days.
- Let's go.
- No! He'll see us.
[singing] - Now you're in a pickle.
- This is just what I need.
- You don't have to snap at me.
- Now we proceed with Oh, we continue with the scrapings underthe nails of the left hand.
Left.
- These people look dismal.
Well, of course, I watch what I eat, do my calisthenics, get plenty of fresh air.
- At least they know their place.
- Well, what's that supposed to mean? - Nothing.
It doesn't mean anything.
I'm sorry.
- That's okay.
I'm I'm kind of on edge too.
- You are? - Yeah, well actually, I I find this kind of thrilling.
You know what I mean? - Carpe diem, son.
- I'm thrilled, I guess, is the word.
I mean, like, my breath is short little breaths, and, uh, being around death is just It's so forbidden.
Just kind of exciting.
You know what I mean? - I like it.
- Well, yeah, some people, some dead people, they are exciting.
Some dead people are not exciting.
- Who's that? - Uh, it's me, Mort.
Um Constable Fraser just wanted to see the morgue.
- Well, he selected a good day.
We have a full house.
Traffic jam.
A postal worker gone totally berserk.
I don't know what's with the postal department.
What drives perfectly good people to desperate acts? How hard can it be delivering mail? Oh, well, see you around.
- Okay, bye.
- Now we are going to go to the right hand.
[singing] - How's your kisser? - It's okay.
The ear? - Okay.
Feds still talking to Kuzma? - Yeah.
Listen, about the Vecchio thing, Vecchio didn't do Rankin.
- How can you be so sure? - Lieutenant Welsh made us follow up on it.
We talked to his landlord.
He said he saw Rankin couple of days after we released him when he went around to collect his rent.
- Couple of days after the wall went up? That's a pretty neat trick! - What wall are you talking about? - Uh, kid's a psycho.
- Yeah, you ought to be in the bucket.
- Did he say who the landlord was? - Offhand, I don't remember his name, but he was the same guy that did the renovations on the interview room.
He owns a building over on Roscoe Street.
- He lied to me.
- That does not prove anything.
- Shows he has a guilty conscience.
- Let's mess with his head.
- Yeah, you guys are so cool, man.
- Sort of puts things in a whole different light, wouldn't you say? - Obviously agents Ford and Deeter were not aware this interview was being taped.
- I didn't want to make them feel self-conscious, You know, the candid camera approach.
- It appears that Mr.
Dinardo has priors.
Assault on a couple of his tenants.
- He's coming in.
- What'd you tell him? - It pains me to admit it, but I lied.
- Oh, nothing happened, did it? You weren't struck by lightning? The sky didn't fall in? - Not yet, but it might have.
It might well be the start of the slippery slope.
- Yes, you're going to hell in a handcart.
- It's not something to laugh about.
I might well be.
- Oh, listen, the fellow you were with earlier, what was his name? - His name was Guy - Lombardo.
- Okay.
- Doesn't ring a bell.
- It's illegally obtained evidence.
They had a reasonable expectation of privacy in that room.
No judge will allow it.
- I don't have to play it forthe judge.
I only have to play it forthe deputy director of the FBI.
- That's blackmail.
I can't be involved in that.
- Uh, Lieutenant, I need interview 1 a.
s.
a.
p.
- Oh, be my guest.
I'm through with it.
This guy doesn't have a home? - As a matter of fact, no.
- I'm going to get ourfriend.
- Yeah, I'll go with you.
- Wait, wait, wait, Fraser.
- It's all right, Lieutenant.
- All right, tell Ford to come into my office.
[singing opera] - You know, I've been thinking about the postal workers.
And the problem is, they don't get any respect.
Everybody tells jokes about the mailman.
- Our mailman used to wrestle grizzly bears for money.
- Oh, really? Is he one of mine? - No, he's material evidence in a criminal investigation.
ljust took the liberty of storing him here earlier.
Was he dead at that time? Very dead.
Oh, then [singing] Dead guy running Dead guy running - Thank you.
Thank you kindly.
- What? What is it? I'm kind of busy! - What happened to you? - Look, do you want something? - Yeah, I want you to leave Kuzma in my jurisdiction.
You can have him back when we're finished with him, say 25 years to life.
- We've been through this already.
Kuzma's an important witness in a federal investigation.
You got something else? You're wasting my time.
- Matter of fact, I do.
- You are one crazy bastard.
Pack up.
We're out of here.
- What? - You deaf?! Let's go! - What's going on? - You killed a cop, man.
Deal with it.
- He's all yours.
- Got yourselves a real prize.
- Aagh! - What happened? - He bit me! Get the mask.
- Let's go.
- That sounds good.
Set it up.
- Hey, Vecchio, Mr.
Dinardo here to see you.
Listen, Nicky called, and that recipe you gave him, it doesn't work in the microwave.
- It ain't a recipe if you got to put it in the microwave.
- Mr.
Dinardo.
Thanks for coming.
- Yeah.
So what's this all about? Guy said something about stolen supplies? - Well, I know this is a pain in the butt, but my lieutenant, he's a sticklerfor paperwork.
He just wants you to sign a statement saying that nothing got, uh stolen from your work site here.
- You got to be kidding me.
Listen, can we make this quick? I'm double-parked.
- Uh, no problem.
Follow me.
- So what happened to your head? - Nothing.
- It was a woman, huh? - Have a seat.
Uh, you want a coffee, soda? - No, nothing.
Like I said, I'm in a bit of a hurry.
- Okay, I'll just get the forms.
- All right.
[door closing] - He's checking his nails.
- We can give him a few more minutes.
- Have we got that kind of time? - I once stood watching an empty cabin for 11 days.
- Did you know it was empty at the time? - Not forthe first nine days, no.
- Why'd you watch it fortwo more if you knew it was empty, Fraser? Actually, I don't even want to know.
- No.
How's your ear? - It's, uh, fine.
Why? - Well, I was just thinking of a relative of mine Well, distant relative.
Fourth cousin three times removed, to be exact.
Mallock Einer was his name.
Anyway, one day he had a seashell up to his ear and he was listening to the gentle lapping of the surf, when a narwhal poked the surface and shoved the seashell deep into his eardrum.
And from that day forward, instead of the gentle lapping of the surf, he had a rushing torrent raging through his cranium.
Relatives, eh.
- Here we go.
Go, go, go, go.
Come on.
Close.
Come on.
Closer.
Take a peek.
Oh.
Damn.
What, what, where's he going? - I could have sworn - Here we go.
Here we go.
- This is it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We got him.
- There.
- Lose something? - You got a hole in your drywall.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Hey, you got a problem, my friend? - You got a problem, my friend? - Tough guy.
- Recognize this man? - I don't recognize anybody.
I don't need this.
- Take another look.
- I said no.
I gotta get back to work.
- Was this guy leaning on you? - Was he affecting your business interests? - Was he shaking you down? - Perhaps he was involved with your wife.
- Your daughter, maybe? - Leave me alone! - Gun! Good answer! - Hold yourfire! [screaming] - Take it easy! - Calm down, calm down.
- Put it down! - Get back, get back, get back.
- I'll kill them! - M.
Dinaro, think about what you're doing.
It's impossible foryou to get out of here.
- Shut up.
Shut up! - Perhaps Rankin provoked you.
Maybe you didn't intend to kill him.
The fact that you shellacked him, wrapped him in plastic, put him in a wall, dry-walled it, sanded it, painted it, maybe that was pure panic it's understandable.
- You're crazy, man.
- I'm sure it happens every day.
[gunshot] - FBI! Freeze! [gunshots] [wailing] - All right, all right! Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! [Stanley Smith wailing] Are you finished? [cackling] - I'm walking out of here.
Anybody tries to stop me, he's a dead man.
- Thanks a lot.
Thank you.
Thanks for letting me go, man.
Thanks.
It was a blast! - Good kid.
I like that kid.
- Uh, Ray - He's got my badge! - Fraser, um ljust want to thank you.
- Thank you.
- Ahem.
Whew.
- Good work, son.
Bit unorthodox, but you got your man.
- I had my doubts.
- You'd be an idiot not to.
One night, in '72, I think, Joe Morgan and I were at this dance.
Not much of a dance, just the five of us.
In the wee hours, your mother showed up, made me come home.
Next morning, one of the trappers at the dance, Renaud Tibault, his name was, turned up dead with Joe's knife in his back.
I was dispatched to bring in Joe forthe murder.
Joe said he hadn't done it, said he'd sold that knife a couple of days before to buy me a birthday present.
It was the hardest decision I ever made.
I let him go.
- He was innocent.
- I thought he was, but he was guilty as sin.
That trapper was sleeping with Joe's wife.
Joe killed him in a murderous rage.
- You know, Dad, I'm sorry, but I fail to see how this relates in any way, shape orform to my situation.
- Well, it doesn't relate exactly, except that sometimes a man's gotta get things off his chest.
Do you mind? Wait till you're dead.
- All right.
- All right.
I'm cool.
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 DVD subtitling by CNST, Montreal