Due South S3E9 - English Transcript

- I know it's long distance, Fraser, but I'm giving you authorization. Should anything of an urgent nature arise and I do mean urgent, as in fire, flood, famine, act of God these are my numbers. My cell number and pager number, my room at the spa, the front desk at the spa, the therapy rooms, the mud rooms, and, uh You won't be needing this number. Clear? - Uh, yes, sir. [phone ringing] Canadian Consulate. Acting Liaison Officer Constable Benton Fraser speaking. - She gone yet? - Uh, no, sir. Uh, Canada is a nation bordered by the United States to the south, the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans to the east and the west and the Arctic Ocean to the north, comprising of roughly - So the ice queen's still there? - Yes, sir, it can be a cold climate. - Who is it? - Fraser, I'm in a hurry. - It's a man in a hurry. - Your limo, sir. - My limo. [Ray]: Fraser, you there? - Have a safe trip, sir. - Listen, something came up. I gotta meet a guy. So I won't be dropping by tonight. - Vecchio! - Gotta go. - Volpe. - So? - So? - You wouldn't be wearing a wire, would you? - Me? - So you don't mind if I have a look? - A man with style is a man who can smile. Ooh. Do you the same favour? - I'm a criminal. What would I be doing with a wire? - Posterity? - You satisfied? - Never satisfied. What do you want? - What do I want? You called me. - I didn't call you. You called me. [gunshots] - Police! Stay where you are! - Ugh. - Police officer! Don't move! - It's okay, I'm - I said don't move! - Take it easy. I'm a cop. - I said freeze! - Okay, okay, good. [crashing] - Stop! [shooting] or I'll shoot! - Cute sequence! [gun clicking] Fraser! Guy's a psycho. He's been running his own little operation on the south side for a year or so. Drugs, guns, prostitution, your basic American dream. Ow! - Sorry. - What is that? - It'll prevent infection. You were discussing Mr. Volpe? - Smells. Word is he's getting ambitious lately, so naturally I'm anxious for a face-to-face. I get there and it's a setup. - You think somebody hit you? - Stuff smells. I don't remember. Um, I wake up, Volpe's dead and I got this uniform blasting away like Yosemite Sam. ***, ***, I take off. - And you have no idea what happened to Mr. Volpe? - Stuff really stinks. Uh, somebody shot him. Could've been anybody. Could've been me. - I see. - What is this? - It's a concoction I made from the mucous membrane of a pregnant It's not important. What is important, if I may recap, is that you were lured to a meeting with a gangland figure. And at this meeting, the gangland figure was murdered, an event of which you have no memory. A uniformed officer arrived, you resisted arrest, and you then fled the scene of the homicide. Do you agree these are the facts? - Did ljust say that, or do I have a head injury? - Well, Ray, I'm afraid that I have no option. By the powers that are vested in me by the Government of Canada, I am placing you under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you without charge. - Don't let his exteriorfool you. Cahill is a real pit bull. All the guys were out playing baseball, he was breaking kneecaps on the picket lines. He's tough, he's a son of a ***, and he's running for state's attorney. If he wins, gentlemen, we do not want to be on his bad side, because he will break our chops for eternity. Just go in, hear him out, then we do our job. Got it? - Harding! Hey, how's your belly where the pig bit you? - Sore, Damon, sore. - Huey, good to see you. - Thank you, sir. - And didn't you have a beard or something? - No, sir. - You look different. - You're thinking of Louis, sir, my previous partner. - Oh, yeah. What, he retire? - Uh, no, sir, he, uh - He was blown up in a car, sir. The name's Dewey. Nice to meet you. You know you look bigger in your posters? - It's not the size of the army, kid, it's the fury of its onslaught. We done, huh? Done with the laughs? Let's move on. The Volpe shooting, what's the status? - We're investigating, sir. - Was he registered as a confidential informant? - No. - What was the purpose of the meeting with Volpe and Vecchio? - I wasn't privy to that content. - Were you aware Volpe was gonna take a meet with Vecchio? So this meet was unauthorized. Tell me, is that the way you normally conduct affairs in this station? - What kind of question is that, Damon? - It's not a question, Lieutenant Welsh, it's a statement. And speaking as candidate for Office of State's Attorney, I will not have members of the Chicago PD cozying up to organized crime. Speaking as an officer of the courts, I will not have members of the Chicago PD blowing them away in back alleys. Pick Vecchio up. - You will escort Mr. Cahill out, Dewey. - Oh, uh, Dewey, tell Huey I'm sorry about Louis. - Mr. Cahill? - Ah, Miss Byron. - Mr. Cahill, as a candidate for state's attorney, what's your response to today's shooting? - Miss Byron, I've spent the past year heading up the mayor's task force on the fight against organized crime, and the battle has only reinforced in me the deep conviction that no one is above the law not you, not me, nobody. Especially not the police. - Guy's campaign is dying. Needs an issue, so I'm the issue. - Well, only temporarily. As soon as we can arrange for a blowback test to prove that you haven't fired a gun recently - Won't work. Small arms certification. I was on the range this morning. I'm covered in blowback. - Oh. Well, perhaps I'll take this opportunity to urinate. - I wouldn't go in there, sir. - Well, I have to. - I wouldn't go in there. - Turnbull, I've lived among the muskox. There's very little that l - It won't flush, sir. - Huh. Is it the standard military modified field unit? - Correct, a 17-centimetre stem on a 9-litre displacement. - 17-centimetre stem on a 9-litre displacement. Not available locally. - We could have one flown in from Prince Rupert, sir. - That's the ticket. Good thinking, Constable. - Thank you. - Hey, are you guys sort of like the British? I mean, what's up with the toilet? The reason I ask, is once we had this guy overfrom Scotland Yard, and every day he would drive back to the hotel just to use the can. - I see nothing wrong with that. Do you, sir? - No. - Okay, Fraser. Don't give me a hard time. I have a warrant for his arrest. - I'm afraid that Ray is already under arrest, sir. By who? - By whom. - By whom? - By me. - Fraser, you're a Mountie. You can't arrest anybody unless you're in Canada. - I am in Canada. - No, no, see, this is Chicago. - Well, you would think so, wouldn't you? But you'd be wrong. - Are we in the twilight zone? - You see, underthe terms of the Vienna Convention, 1964, this consulate and the grounds upon which it sits is Canadian territory. Turnbull! So technically, you see, Ray is in Canada. Now, if you wish to arrest him, I'm afraid you will have to extradite him. These are the necessary forms, to be completed in triplicate and filed with the American Embassy in Ottawa. - We are in the twilight zone. - Fraser, you can't do this. - Actually, he can. Regina versus Mombourquette. A confidence trickster was extradited to Alberta to face charges that he bilked pensioners in a phony mattress scheme. Also, in 1984, Regina versus Horowitz, a man with a very large - Thank you, Turnbull. - Sir. - Gentlemen. - Uh, can we use your bathroom? - Oh, certainly, certainly Uh no. Impossible. - Hey, they really got to extradite me? - That's right. - Wow, go figure. Where you going? - To the scene of the crime. - A good plan. You do that, I'll get my files. - I'm sure the police have already picked up yourfiles, Ray. - Yeah, they've gotten my files, but they wouldn't have gotten my files files. I keep my secret stuff in a hollowed-out book. Let's get into it. - No. You don't seem to understand. You can't leave the consulate. - Why? - Detectives Huey and Dewey are undoubtedly stationed outside waiting to arrest you the moment you step from this building. As long as you remain here, you're safe. Diefenbaker, let's go. - Tea, Mr. Vecchio? - Safe? - Welcome to Canada, Ray. - Since you're a newcomer to our nation, I figured an orientation might be of some help, as well as some good fun. Are you familiar with a sport known as curling? - No. - Stay here. [barking] Good boy. [barking] What have you found? Yeah, gunpowder. The gunman fired from here after waiting for his victims to arrive. And he was a heavy smoker. Some sort of salve. What do you think? - This all of Vecchio's stuff? - Yeah, and I want a receipt for all of it. - Don't worry about it. - I always worry when Internal Affairs starts messing with my detectives. - If I need anything else, I'll call you. Oh, and I'll need a copy of any phone messages he gets, every message. - Hey, I don't have enough people here to take messages forthe people who work here. You want Vecchio's messages, you work dispatch! - Fraser? - I'm right here. - You smell great. - That would be the neat's-foot oil. - You wear neat's-foot oil? - On my Sam Browne. My belt. - Oh. - Ah. Sergeant Kilrea, the man I was looking for. You're looking for me in a closet? - No, I'm in the closet for an altogether different reason. - I wish. - Who the hell are you? - Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP. And I certainly don't mean to step on any jurisdictional toes, but Ray Vecchio did not shoot Mr. Volpe. - Maybe he did or didn't. Who cares? - I do. - Listen to me. Ray Vecchio's a smart-***. He brings the heat down on all decent cops. Cahill wants Vecchio? I'm gonna give him Vecchio. And you're gonna give me that book. - Oh, dear. [TV]: The Canadian team has one in the 4-foot and is going to play the guard. Anything that moves that slowly is not a sport. - "Not a sport" - This is not a sport. It's housework. - It is a calling. - It may be a pastime, it may even be a hobby, but it is definitely not a sport. - Do you want to fight? - Over curling? - Yes. What if I made fun of baseball? - All right. - 'Afternoon, gentlemen. - Hey, you're empty-handed. - But I am not empty-trousered. [TV]: That's okay, we're okay. - Yes. Yes. - Sir, sir! - Swee-e-e-e-ep! - Nice shot! - Oh, I love this game. - That: Eddy Herndorff. Old-style gangster. Guy's ruthless. Once he cut the muscles out of a guy's leg with a sword 'cause he cut him off in traffic. That: Gus Filion. Eddy's main competitor. Sees himself as a Renaissance sort of guy. These two used to duke it out, but they've been getting along lately, getting along until Andreas Volpe, glue-huffing psychopath, local kid, big ambitions. - So, it's yourtheory, if I may recap, that Volpe challenged their authority and was killed as a result? - Yeah. See, that's why we're policemen, Fraser. We get to figure these kinds of things out. - Right you are, Ray. Right you are. I think it's time that I paid Mr. Filion a visit. - No offence, Fraser, but these are Chicago hard guys. You can be as polite as you want, but they could hang you from a meat hook in 13 seconds. - I'm not without my resources, Ray. - Sir? Your presence. - Your presence? What are you, like a king or something? - To Turnbull? Yes. Ah, Lieutenant Welsh, nice to see you. Welcome to Canada, sir. - Fraser, this is Assistant State's Attorney Cahill. - An honour, sir. I've seen your posters all overtown. - Constable, I'll come straight to the point. I'd like you to surrender Detective Vecchio to me. - I'm afraid I can't do that, sir. The extradition treaty between ourtwo countries is very specific - We want to question Vecchio in connection with a more-than-particularly- vicious homicide. I've suspected for some time that organized crime has an informant somewhere inside the police department in this city. - Sir, I don't think we have to bother Constable Fraser with that. - I want this man to understand what he's interfering with. - I can put your mind at rest on that point. Ray had nothing to do with this ***. And I can personally vouch for his integrity. - I'm supposed to take your word on that? - Yes, sir. - You see, sir, Constable Fraser doesn't lie. - Oh, that's an admirable quality in times of peace, but we're in the middle of a war, a war against crime and corruption! And I demand your cooperation! The City of Chicago demands your cooperation! - And you shall have it, to the full extent of the law. - Are you mocking me? Are you mocking this city? This administration? - Certainly not, sir. No, we greatly appreciate the generosity shown to us by the people of Chicago. And I assure you, should you everfind yourself in Nunavut, you will not be wanting for a meal. - Come here, come here. You know, this Marquis of Queensbury thing and your grammar and all, i-i-i-it's very quaint. But, uh, ljust want to remind you that we took Grenada, we beat the snot out of Haiti, we knocked Panama on its ***, and if needs be, we can take this little ***-pot, too! Have a nice evening. - Oh, dear. [speaking Inuit] - Close the door, son. Anyone would think you were born in a barn. - I was. - Oh. That's true enough. - You always told me that the most important thing a man can do is his duty, and I'm about to embark on a somewhat devious course of action, and I'm not entirely sure where my duty actually lies. - 1961. - All right. - I was ordered to help on Ellesmere Island. We had some dispute with the Russians. This was long before the Canada Cup. We wanted to demonstrate our sovereignty overthe Far North. Now, I'd been up to Ellesmere, and I knew that life up there would be hard, if not impossible. Said as much to my superiors, but they were adamant, and I had my orders. - So what did you do? - Whew, only thing I could do. I went up to Ellesmere, and I marked out 32 plots of land. I threw up a flag, opened up a post office. Tom Goforth, a young man from one of the families, lived up there all alone forthe first year, receiving all of these relocation cheques. He forwarded them back to the families, who used the money to hire a lawyer who won their case against their relocation, in court. - So you created a fictitious town. - Well, Ellesmere was listed in Maclean's that year as having the lowest crime rate in North America. Your heart is where your duty lies, son. Your head is just along to help with the driving. - Oh, uh Tom Goforth, what happened to him? - Tom? Tom, I believe, moved to Winnipeg and went to work in a record store, but that's not relevant to this situation. - No. - Is that really a wolf? - Could bring down a caribou. - Just the weak ones. [barking] It's known as calling the herd. - Culling. - What? - Culling the herd, not calling the herd. - Well, what did I say? - You said Forget it. - I'd like to speak to a Mr. Filion, if I could. - Hey, boss. - Is that a wolf? - Half wolf, actually. - Is that legit? - Well, yes, yes. My name is Constable Benton Fraser, 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. - Come here. I painted all these. I love dogs. Not candy-assed drop-kick dogs, you understand. I mean real dogs. - You have a very deft touch. It's amazingly lifelike. - Well, it's something to do. Betterthan clowns. Hate clowns. I once had an experience with a clown. Won't do 'em. - It's understandable. - So you're the one that's got Vecchio stashed away? - He's suspected of shooting a man named Andreas Volpe. - So give him a medal. - He's innocent of the charge. - So you think I did it? - I've formed no opinion, sir. I'm merely gathering information, proceeding roughly along the lines of a Royal Commission. - I like you. You can talk. Most of the cops around here can't string a sentence together. - The Academy stresses language skills as highly as it does hand-to-hand combat and snowmobile repair. [shutter clicking] - I am going to paint you, both. [dog snarling] - We would be honoured. - Listen, I had no reason to whack Volpe. Volpe was very valuable to me; he had good information. Information is power. But the word is that, uh Herndorff was looking for some out-of-town talent. - Was he successful? - You be the judge. So, do you like my work? - Very much, yes. This one, I take it, would be an hommage to Milton Glazer? - That's right. Here, take one. Take two. Here. I churn three, four of these out a day. - I appreciate that. Thank you kindly. - Vecchio eats a lot of pizza. How does he stay so slim, you figure? - Maybe he works out. - When? - In secret. - When no one's looking, you mean? - Maybe. - Sneaky guy. - There's no pineapple. Where's the pineapple? Tony don't put pineapple on no more. He says it ain't right forthe pizza. - Is Tony the surgeon general, all of a sudden? Get in there. [TV]: disguised by their natural camouflage. Can you spot the woodchuck? - Can you get out? We need the room. - No. No, Ray. In Canada, when we wish someone to leave the room, we say, "Could you please leave the room?" - Could you please leave the room before I punch you in the head? - You see? You see how easy that is? Hello, welcome to Canada. [snapping fingers] - All right, Sandor, I know you're plugged in. Talk to me. What are they saying? Who whacked Volpe? - They're saying maybe you did, or maybe Herndorff 'cause he's nuts; maybe Filion, 'cause him and Volpe had a beef. - What kind of beef? - Nothing serious. Volpe tried to stick a bomb under Filion's car. - So Filion had him whacked? - Well, if it wasn't you and it wasn't Herndorff - All right, listen. You get back out there, put the word out on the street. The Mountie wants to see Herndorff. - Herndorff? Nobody wants to see Herndorff, Ray. - You just question my judgment? - I did. - What do I have to do? - You have to hit me, Ray. - Correct. - Thank you. - You're welcome. Now get back out there. Damn. - Canada and Denmark are going to extra ends. - I gotta use the can. - It's broken. - You're right. So I'll go across the street. - You can't, the police are outside. - That's why I need your uniform. - Out of the question. - Okay, I'll *** in the sink. - No! - Unbeliveable, ladies and gentlemen. If this sport were to last a thousand years, [ringing] I don't think you'll ever see a shot like that again. - Yeah. - Who's this? - Uh, it's in It's not an embassy What's the name of this place? - It's a consulat. And this is Inspector Thatcher. Who is this? - Ray. - Oh! - Ray. - Mm! - Detective Raymond Vecchio. - I know your name, Detective. Is Constable Fraserthere? - No can do. He's out hanging with gangsters. - I leave for a matter of hours and the whole operation falls apart. Is Constable Turnbull there? - Uh, yeah, hang on. Turnbull, Ice Queen, phone! Ray. [moaning] I got the touch. - Oh - Abmaster. - Maybe. - Dancercise. - Dancercise. - Treadmill. - Free weights. - Aerobics. - Step machine. - Stationary bike. [whining] - Excuse me, young man. Get in or I'll shoot the dog! [barking] - 'Evening, Ray. - Hello, Fraser. - It's not a bad fit, all in all. - Arms are a bit long. - We could always have them altered. - I know a good tailor. - How are you? If I had this heat on me, I'd be in some deep hole right now, not out parading in a red suit. - I came to make you a deal, Eddy. - Make me a deal? Whole town's out looking for who whacked Volpe; you, you're gonna make me a deal. Funny guy. - Come on, I didn't kill Volpe, I'm a cop. - Yeah, I forgot. That would be illegal. - We both know it was Filion. Help me, I'll nail him. - Hey, you do your job, I'll do mine. - So you're gonna kill a cop now, Eddy, is that it? You know what happens when you kill a cop? They will hound you to your grave, Eddy. They'll hound you beyond your grave! - I don't think we have to worry, Ray. I don't think Mr. Herndorff intends to kill us. There are three no, make that four police cruisers travelling towards us on Michigan Avenue at approximately No, I believe that Mr. Herndorff intends to turn us overto the police. - You got good ears, Red. - Thank you. - Oh, uh, and Ray, uh I really think you're gonna enjoy prison. Let's go. - I'm not going to jail. The food, the conversation, the *** hijinks, I can't handle it. - You may not have to, Ray. Help is coming. - Oh, yeah? In what form? - Diefenbaker. I think he followed me. - Yeah? Come on. Come on! Dief! - Ray. - Dief! Dief! - Ray. Ray. - What? - It's pointless to yell. He's Deaf. We just have to wait till he finds us. - I'm not good at waiting. - Just be patient. - I'm really not that good at waiting. - Shh. - I was three weeks premature. What does that tell you? - Here he comes. - Hey, come on, boy. Come on, come on. Hey, hey, I think he likes me. - He likes the pizza. [speaking in Inuktitut] [yelping] - Huh? - It's Inuktitut. It's a slightly less complex language. Easierfor him to read. - What does it mean? - Fetch the knife from the hood of that car and apply it to the ties that bind us. Come on. [Fraser speaking in Inuktitut] - Meaning? - Hide. [shouting] - See if somebody can find a light. Let's go! Two guys in red suits, people. How hard could it be? - You all right? - Good. - Check upstairs! - Come on over here. Let's go! - You sure? - Yeah. Pants are itchy. - Yeah. Yeah. You know, Ray, I once spent underneath a suspension bridge with a mountain cat swiping at me from above. It tore my lanyard, ripped my epaulette. - And what happened? - Fortunately, the nuns at Fort Macleod, they practise invisible mending. Shh-shh-shh. - The place is clean. - All right, let's get out of here. - I knew you could do it. - Oh, thank you. [doorbell chiming] [banging] - Ah, Lieutenant Welsh, nice to see you. - Nice to see you, Fraser. You gonna let me stand out here all night? - Oh, I'm sorry. Come on, please. - We've gotta talk. - Let's use my office. Oh, sir, sorry, it's this way. - It's this guy Cahill. - Ah, sir, it's a little further back. It's, uh, just through here. - Excuse me. - Ray, would you care to join us? Lieutenant Welsh was just informing me that Assistant State's Attorney Cahill has filed a special request with our Department of External Affairs to expedite your extradition. - Uh, uh, come again? - It means that at 9 a. m. tomorrow morning, they'll come and yank your *** out of here. You spend all day here? - I go out for lunch. - Look, Lieutenant, I'm telling you. I had nothing to do with that ***. - I believe you. - You do? - We know there's a rat in Major Crime. He must've been leaking to Volpe, because no matter what we threw at Volpe, he was able to walk. There must be 20 rooms in this house. Why'd you pick this one? - The others are much less intimate. - It's Kilrea. You check his arrest stats. He's dirty, I'm telling you. Um, Herndorff turns me in, who does he call? His little buddy, Kilrea. - Was Kilrea on the firing range the morning you qualified? - I don't know. - That'd be easy enough to check out. - What about the officer on the shooting scene, Tibbet, has anyone spoken to her? - I. A. told us to butt out. - That is one sick puppy. She needs a *** the size of a cheeseburger. [bell ringing] - I am sick and tired of people telling me that I'm uptight. I'm not uptight, I'm alert. There's a difference between uptight and alert. - I couldn't agree with you more. - Do you think society wants laid-back cops? I don't think so. We're in a war out there. And I'm on the front line. Hey, no street shoes in the gym. - I anticipated as much. And that's why I've taken precautions. Now, I'm curious. Didn't Detective Vecchio identify himself as a police officer? - Anyone can say that. You drop your guard for a second, and they drop you. - Officer Tibbet, I'm quite sure Detective Vecchio did not shoot Mr. Volpe. Now, it would help my investigation enormously if you could tell me exactly what you saw. - I knew something was gonna go down in that alley. - Instinct? - No, phone call. Yeah, I was on edge, but I wasn't as as much on edge as I was the last time. - The last time? - Yeah, when I shot the kid. I was exonerated, you know. Big deal. And I know what they say, "She's a woman. " "Women can't take the pressure of the job. " Well, that's a load of crap. I'd be just as ready to snap if I were a man! - I'm sure you would. - What, you don't believe me? - Oh, no, I'm sure you're quite capable of snapping, regardless of your sex. Now, this telephone call you say that you received, do you know who it was from? - Nah, he didn't say. But I know I recognized the voice. A guy, I met him a couple of times. Worked for Damon Cahill. [bell ringing] - You're, uh, a switch-hitter. My mistake. - Another pizza? - Definitely working out. Maybe in the pool. - Mm-hmm. - Thirty laps a day, at least. - Could be aerobics. - I'm starving. Hey, buddy, come here. - Look, I'm not paying fortheir pizza. That's thievery. And there's no pineapple. - No one tells Tony how to make pizza, all right? He left Russia to be free. - I think it's quite tasty. - Like yourfavourite toppings aren't blubber and lichen. - Kilrea was on the range yesterday. But this is interesting. He wasn't supposed to be there. He qualified the day before. - Yeah, thank you. J. P. Tibbet shot a kid while working for the Organized Crime Task Force. - I was having a drink the other night, and this guy, definitely OC, a big talker, a real big mouth, right? He's talking about how Filion brought him in forthis big job. Now, here's the kicker. He had this real stinky painting with him. Said Filion gave it to him. It was like a Rottweiler playing poker with his friends or something. - It's Filion. - Filion, Herndorff, Cahill, Kilrea. Huh, got the makings of a bonspiel. - What's wrong? - ljust made a curling reference. I'm gonna go lie down. - Ahem. - Oh, payment. - That'd be nice. In U. S. bills, if you please. [barking] - Excuse me, I'll be right back. - Stupid dog, stupid dog, stup Get out of the way, come on! - Ray. [snarling] Where are you going? - Hey, I can't wait around for Cahill and his goons to show up and arrest me. I gotta do something. - Do what, Ray, and where? Everyone in the city, on both sides of the law, is looking foryou. - Oh, yeah? That may be. But I gotta do something. - Yes, you do. You have to trust me. - Trust you, Fraser? I don't even know if I trust me. You know, I don't think I whacked Volpe, but I can't remember details. That might've been my finger on the trigger. - You didn't shoot that man. - How do you know? How can you be so sure? - Because I know you. You're my partner. And you're my friend. - Is that hard to say? - Not in the least. - Are you gonna call your dog off? - Afraid I can't do that. Come on. Let's go watch some curling. [whining] [sirens wailing] - You got the papers? - Oh, yeah. All right, men, follow me. Okay, let's do it. - This is Shelley Byron reporting live from the steps of the Canadian Consulate. - As you know, as State Prosecutor, I've been concerned for some years about the level of corruption in our city, and particularly, within our police force. So keep your lenses clean and watch this. - Ah, good morning. - I have a signed order here forthe extradition of Raymond Vecchio. - Certainly. Won't you please come in. - Excuse me, sir. - What? - You're fine. [beeping] - I'm terribly sorry, sir, bt firearms are not permitted on the premises. - What the hell's he talking about? - We have very strict gun laws here in Canada. I don't make the rules; I simply enforce them. I took an oath very similar to the one you gentlemen took, And without the references to the queen, of course. - Atwo-tone Beretta, model 92, sporting a muzzle velocity of 2,000 feet per second. Very nice. - Very nice indeed. - Thank you, enjoy the show. - Thank you kindly. - I'm sorry, ma'am, you can't go in there. - That's my building. - Ma'am - And none of these cars are properly parked. - M'am? Ma'am? - Andreas Volpe was a man who made a lot of enemies. One of those enemies killed him. Question is: Which one? I brought you all together here to help answerthat question. Was it Eddy Herndorff, a ruthless competitor, a man whose role he was trying to usurp? - I don't have to listen to this. - Perhaps it was Mr. Filion. He claims that he was receiving information from Mr. Volpe. Perhaps that information was costing too much. - You're a smart guy, Mountie. It doesn't pay to get too smart. - Ah, well, maybe that was Mr. Volpe's problem. Maybe he was too smart. He certainly had information. And where was he getting it from? Maybe it was from his contact in the Justice Department. Someone who was offering him the protection of his office in exchange for information relating to criminal activity. [laughing] - Are you suggesting I was leaking to Volpe? - I don't recall mentioning your name, Mr. Cahill. - I don't see anyone else in here fitting that description. - Maybe it was a cop. A man who had made a deal with the devil, but had decided that Mr. Volpe was a liability and not an asset. Fortunately, we don't need to speculate anymore. The killer was not alone in that alley. There was a witness to the ***. Awitness too afraid to come forward, but who has placed a sworn affidavit in this envelope, which was delivered to me. - That's evidence in an ongoing criminal investigation. Give it to me right now, or I'll have you arrested for obstruction of justice! - Well, certainly. Let me open it first. - This is evidence. I have - It is, in point of fact, a blank piece of paper. But one that has proved quite revealing. - Miss - Get your hands off of me! - What are you going to do? There are millions of people watching. - It didn't hurt O. J. Try to follow me, I kill her. - Didn't I meet you at the Chilean Consulate party? - Cahill! I'm going to count to three. One - Wait a minute, I've got the gun. - Two - What have you got? - Me! - First, Officer, may ljust say that yourtime at the spa seems to have done wonders foryour muscle tone and reflexes. The sunburn, on the other hand [babble of voices] - No, no, no, no, sir hatch to match. - Fraser, I'll expect your report to be on my desk by 0900 hours. And if your explanation isn't satisfactory, you can expect to be transferred to Baffin Island. - Understood, sir. - Detective. - Call me Ray. [wind howling] - Excuse me, um You are? - Joe. - And you would be? - Dead. - And my father is? - Fishing. - I see. Well, could you just, uh, well, tell him I stopped by. Oh, and, uh could you tell him that - It worked? - Yes. Thank you kindly. Do you understand these rights? 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