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- Nice pile of stones.

- Oh, it's not just stones, Ray.

An Inukshuk
embodies a human spirit.

Think of it as a message centre

that can tell you about
the depth of the snow,

orthe directions
to the mainland,

or where the best seals are.

- Great, if I ever need a seal,
I'll know where to come.

And all my friends
have been asking,

"Ray, where do you get
all those seals?"

- What are you saying?

- In my opinion, if you give
another country a gift,

you give them
something practical,

like when we gave you
those assault rifles.

- Hey, nice pile of rocks.

- Oh, it's not just rocks,
Lieutenant.

An Inukshuk embodies...

- Fraser.

Everything seems to be in order,
which means

we have about 10 minutes
until the official dedication.

I'm gonna check out my podium.

- I'm gonna go pick up
some green food thing.

- I'm gonna go get a coffee.

- Dief.

[feedback]

- It's not such a big deal.

[barking]

- Keith doesn't want

to work foryou anymore.

- Just getting into
some other work

is all.
- This doesn't happen to me!

- I'm in love with her.

- Love, love, love.

- This is crap.

Will you leave us alone?
We got nothing more to say.

- I don't give a damn
what you gotta say.

You got that?

- No!

- Can't you hear
a goddamn word I'm saying?

- The hell with you, man.

- Stop him, someone! Stop him!

- No!

- Stop it! Mike, please!

- Police officer!

[alarm ringing]

[barking]

[growling]

- Hey!

What are you doing?

[Diefenbaker whining]

- Is that your purse?
- Yeah, absolutely.

Use it to carry stuff.

Look, you put stuff
in your pockets,

you get unsightly bulges
in your pants, right?

Well, maybe you don't
know about that.

All right, I'll come quietly.

[kids]: Yay!

- All right,
everybody back up, please.

Show's over. Show's over.

We got an ambulance coming.

- There's not much I can do for him.
- Try mouth-to-mouth.

- I wasn't insinuating my skills
were inadequate, Detective...

the man
simply happens to be dead.

- Hey.

Who's that?

- A purse-snatcher.

Who's this?

- Dead guy. He did it.

- She did it.

- They both did it.

Neither of the suspects
have any ID,

and they haven't
given us their names yet.

I got Jack and Dewey
questioning them

and we're running their prints.

- Are they talking?
- Not yet.

- Victim's name was Mike Bennett.
Probably connected.

- A mob thing.

- Hasn't been nailed
with anything.

But the guys at organized crime
are checking with the Feds.

- What about the witnesses?
- Otherthan six people

who swearthe Mountie did it,
nobody saw anything.

- Oh, that's great... 200 people
standing next to a guy

who gets stabbed,
and nobody sees a damn thing.

- That's not entirely true,
Lieutenant.

At least three people did.
You're all trained observers.

- Well, we'll soon see.
Let's get our statements down.

What is this?
Nobody works around here?

- They're all at the mall
questioning blind people.

- Fraser, how about you take down
all three statements?

- I'm not sure he can do that
in any official capacity.

- He can take notes, can't he?
- Well, yes, sir,

in two official languages,
three forms of shorthand,

Cantonese, Inuktitut...
- How about English?

- Well, yes, of course.
- Great, you're deputized.

- You know you're not doing
yourself any good here.

The least you can do
is tell me your name.

- I want to phone a lawyer.

- A lawyer's no good.

You want to help yourself,
you talk to me.

I'm the only guy
that can do you any good.

- I have the right to remain...

...silent.

- Yeah, but if you're innocent,

you'd be a lot smarter
to tell me what happened.

- Just get me a lawyer.

- You're making a big mistake.

- I got the right to remain silent
and I'm using it.

- I know what I saw,
Constable Fraser.

- Yes, sir.

- The three of them were at the table.
They were having an argument.

- She wants out of it.
You understand?

[Thatcher]: The older man
was rather nasty and aggressive.

- This for real?

[Thatcher]: The young couple
tried to get away,

the older man pursued them,
there was a scuffle,

and the woman
stabbed the older man.

- You're absolutely sure?

[Ray]: Absolutely,
positively sure.

I know what I saw.
The young guy did it.

The three of them
were sitting at this table

and they were fighting
overthe girl.

- This hurts like hell.

- Don't you get it?
She's in love with me.

- Then the young guy
stabbed the old guy.

- And you saw this?

- Fraser, I know what I saw.

This Bennett is a hard guy.

What we have here
is a mob thing... two scumbags

set up a third.

They were sitting at a table.

They were trying
to get out of some deal.

- It's over.

- This for real?

- You don't get to decide
anymore, Mike.

[Welsh]: She sets the old guy up

so the young guy
can get a good shot.

Well, do, uh,
our statements agree?

- Well, there are certain
areas of congruence...

some of them significant...

but on balance,
not even remotely.

- Delbert, scram.

All right, what do you got?

- Uh...

Forensics on the murder weapon.

- And?
- It's the murder weapon.

- Very impressive.

Constable, will you get
the door, please?

How about prints?
- They're unusable.

- All right, we got a problem
here, and we gotta

solve this problem right now.

The only evidence we have
are our statements,

and those statements
do not match.

Now, we don't get together
on this, and two killers walk.

[in unison]: One killer.

- Constable, help me on this?
- Yes, sir.

Ahem. To summarize...

Ray believes that the young man
was the killer;

Inspector Thatcher believes
the young woman was the killer;

and you believe that they both
conspired to do the killing together.

- All right,
so we'll go with my version.

That way we don't risk
anybody getting away.

- Well, we do, however,

risk incarcerating
an innocent person.

- Well, that's the court system,
Fraser.

We arrest them,
the judges sort them out.

- But she had nothing
to do with it.

She was probably
the cause of it...

- Oh, I see, just because she's
a woman, she can't be the killer.

She can only be the motive.
- It's good to be the motive.

Very good to be the motive.

- She's not the motive.
She's the killer.

- She's not the killer.
- She's the killer.

- She's not the killer!
- She's the killer!

- Enough!

We gotta start right back
at the beginning here.

Francesca!
- Right here.

- Ugh!
- Oh!

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Hi, Fraser.

- Francesca.

- All right, lay it out.

- You know, Lieutenant Welsh,
my cousin Ginny works in an office

where they have a, uh,
cappuccino machine.

- Cappuccino machine.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, the reason I mention
this at all is because

our coffee is a, um,
revolting sludge

that could probably kill an ox
at a hundred paces.

And ljust really think
that a cappuccino machine

would boost the morale
of the entire station.

What do you think?

- I think
this is a police station.

It is not a social club.

- It would probably improve
yourtemper, too.

- Get a longer shirt.

- Bye, Frase.

- Francesca.

- All right, people.

Where did we first notice them?

- They're at the table
and they're having an argument.

- Right.
Which puts them right there.

And we can assume, since
they're having an argument,

that they know each other.

- Of course
they know each other.

It's Bennett's wife
or girlfriend.

- How would you know that?

- Body language.
- Body language.

Can we confine ourself to facts,
Detective?

- Body language happens to be
a fact that I am particularly

sensitive to.

- All right, we've established

that they know each other
and they were arguing.

We also agree that
they were seated at this table,

and the young couple gets up
and walks this way.

What else?

- Then there was
the purse-snatching, which occurred

right here,
in front of the Inukshuk.

I then launched off in pursuit
of the suspected felon.

- Right. Which removes Fraser
from then on.

What else?

We boring you, Detective?

- No, ljust see it
betterthis way.

- Probably how you saw it
originally.

- What exactly do you see?

- Well, mostly everybody's
watching Fraser,

but these guys over here
are getting pretty loud.

So I think
there's gonna be a fight.

So I look overthere.

- Nobody walks out on me!
Nobody!

[Ray]: And sure enough,
Bennett grabs the young guy.

He's trying to be threatening.

It's kind of pathetic, really.

- He's not pathetic.
He's... brutal.

He did the grabbing.
You admit that.

- Yes, but the way
that he did it was pathetic.

- You got this from body language?
- Exactly.

- All right, can we all
at least agree

that the old guy
grabbed the young guy?

- And you saw this, Lieutenant?

- Sure. I mean, except
forthe body-language part.

This guy Bennett
has to be a tough guy.

Why would two people whack him?

- These two people didn't
whack him. The woman did it.

- It was the young guy.

- It was both of them.
- It was the woman.

[arguing]
- Excuse me.

Hi, Fraser.
- Francesca.

- State Attorney Kowalski's here.
- The Bennett stabbing.

What do you expect me
to do with this mess?

- Hi, Stella.
- Back off, Ray.

- Well, for a start,

how about we press charges
against the killers?

- By killers, you mean
the two suspects

you seem incapable
of identifying?

- We're not incapable!
We got the guy suspect.

We got his ID off
his fingerprints right here.

- You just forgot
to tell me that?

- No, I assumed you were busy.

- Yeah, I was busy.

I was busy on this case.

And when I'm busy on a case,

I like to know about
these little details that come up.

They're very interesting to me.

- You know, you don't
have to bite my head off.

And if you had access
to better coffee,

you probably wouldn't want to.

- What is the name, Frannie?

- It's on the pop sheet there.

- You mean rap sheet.
- Okay, rap.

Pop. Country. Classical.
Ska. Reggae...

- Keith Warren,

aka Keith Earl,
aka Warren Earl.

B&E, cartheft.

It's mostly juvenile stuff.

- Do you have any other evidence?

- Otherthan the fact
that they were beside him

when he keeled over
with a knife in his guts?

- Cut the sarcasm, Ray.
- Okay.

- So you three were there
and you didn't see anything.

- Actually, ma'am, we have
three very clear statements.

- And we're still working
through the evidence.

- Yes, the evidence.

- Which we're working through.

- That's it?

- Pretty much.

- That's about it.

- Let's see
if I've got the picture.

You've got two mute suspects,

100 witnesses, none of whom
can identify them, no motive,

and the three of you apparently
were in different time zones

when the crime occurred.

It's amazing
you can keep your jobs.

These suspects
will lawyer up soon.

Then you'll get hit
with a police-harassment suit.

Come up with something solid
or I can't back you.

You've got an hour and a half.

Then I cut them loose.

- Hmm, what does
that body language

tell you?

- We're sinking.

- We're sunk.

- You ever knock?

It's simple.

You make a fist...
and you hit the door.

- Excuse me. If you don't want
the FBI file...

- Hold it.

- Trade: file,
cappuccino machine.

- Look, cops are supposed
to drink bad coffee.

We're programmed
to drink bad coffee.

This place would fall apart
without bad coffee.

- You don't know
what you're missing.

Hi, Fraser.

- Francesca.

- All right, here we go.

This guy Bennett was into
everything... prostitution,

numbers, extortion, gambling.

Mm-hmm, this guy right here.

Louie "Three Lips" Ricchetti.

Bennett's brother-in-law.
Got a record as long as your arm.

Johnny "The Worm" Maigot.

He's second in command.

Feds believe he takes care

of the whole drug side
of the operation.

- Okay, so he's got
a suspect source of income,

and he knows guys
with stupid nicknames.

So what?

- So these creeps we got
were part of the operation.

They figure Bennett's
getting a little slow,

so they whack him.

- That he's a career criminal
doesn't mean they murdered him.

- Occupational homicide.
Happens every day.

- At the post office, maybe.

You really think
that this was a hit?

- Why not?

- Well, 'cause it's brainless.

Two guys sit down,
"Hey, let's stab a guy

in broad daylight
with 100 witnesses."

- Maybe they're so smart

they'd do something stupid.
Anybody everthink of that?

- Could you elucidate, sir?

- No, no,
not since the late '60s.

- That's Canadian for "explain."

- Oh, all right.

These guys
want to whack somebody.

They think we're smart,
and they think

we're onto all
the smart ways to do it.

So they do it dumb.

All right? Now...

we think they can't
possibly be that dumb,

so we're dumb
and we let 'em go.

But if we're smart,

we realize they did it stupid
because they're so smart.

And we put 'em away.

Very simple.

- I see, the double bluff.

Or is that a triple bluff?

- It doesn't matter.
The point is...

- The point is

she's still standing
in the shopping mall

with a bloody dagger
in her hand.

- Did you actually
see the knife in her hand?

- Well, no,
but I was a little distracted.

Constable Fraser was running
afterthe shoplifter.

You know, the uniform...

the motion.

The legs...

driving like pistons...

pumping like steel.

Something red going fast
always draws the eye.

- I know exactly

what you mean.

- I doubt it. Nevertheless...

this was obviously
not a crime of logic.

It was a crime

of passion.

Oh, like in Sword of Desire.

It's this great book I'm reading

about this guy who has this huge...
- Frannie.

Never mind.

...problem because
he's dating this woman

who he's in love with,

but she's not really
in love with him...

- That's not it.
She's involved with the older man.

Perhaps even married to him.

Maybe loves him.

But let's say

he's cold and unfeeling.

He treats her badly,
probably abuses her.

- Wait a minute.
What are you basing this on?

- From what I heard
and what I saw.

- "What I heard and saw."
Who are you, Sherlock Holmes?

- You're a laugh riot,
Detective.

But if you had looked,

you would've seen
that she wore Cartier earrings

mounted in rose gold
and uncultured black pearls.

Exactly the kind of gift
an older man might give

to buy affection and excuse
his guilty conscience.

- Wow, that is one talkative
necklace.

But did you look at the hand?

You would've seen she was wearing
the young guy's school ring,

which means she was going out
with the creep.

- They're all creeps.

She could've stole the
jewellery from her grandmother

and lifted the ring

from her brother.
- She and the young man were friends.

- Lovers.
- Friends!

- Lovers.

It is possible for a man and
a woman to develop a personal

platonic relationship based on

friendship, a shared sense
of values and mutual respect.

- Yeah, on Mars, maybe.

- Oh, no, here on Earth
as well, Ray.

I think it happens all the time.

- Doesn't sound
like much fun to me.

- She met the young man...

- How'd she meet him?
- It doesn't matter how.

Maybe he was her delivery boy.

Maybe he was her plumber.

Maybe he was...

- Her pool boy! Yes!

Like in The Sword of Desire.
Well, okay,

the guy in Sword of Desire
wasn't really the pool boy.

He was actually...

...an English lord.

- An English lord.
- All right!

He's her pool boy.

He meets her.

He sees her with the older man,

but he knows how terrible
he is for her.

He also knows she could
neverface him alone, so...

- She wants out of it,
you understand? It's over.

- This for real?

[Thatcher]: He looked
at the young man first.

Then he pulled his hand away
from the young woman.

No, no, no, that's wrong.

He yanked it away, harshly.

It was like
he was blaming Pool Boy

for coming between
the two of them.

Harshly!

- It's him, isn't it?

You couldn't do any better
than a pool boy?

This doesn't happen to me.

- You don't get to
decide any more, Mike.

- She doesn't love you.

[Thatcher]: He grabbed her hand.

Hard, hurting her.

She could feel his brutality.

- I'm taking you home.

[Thatcher]: Pool Boy
couldn't stand to see it.

He gripped Mike hard
and yanked her away.

- We're leaving now, Mike.

[Ray]: This is stupid.

- Oh, quiet, Ray.

- I mean,
why's he doing all this

if nothing's going on?

- Because he's giving
of himself.

- He's a maroon.
- Pool Boy?

- Please, Mike.

- You're my property.

Nobody takes nothing
away from me.

- Come on,
let's get out of here.

- Can't you hear
anything I say?

- The hell with you!
- I'll kill you, punk!

- No!

[screaming]

I could never let him hurt you.

Never.

Not after...

- Sir?

Sir?

- Not after what?

- I think inspector Thatcher's
referring to an incident...

- Fraser.
- Understood.

- What I'm trying to say is...

that it is possible to feel
so strongly for another person

that you would do anything
to protect them.

Even kill forthem.

- Yes!

She killed to protect Pool Boy
because he was protecting her.

[clapping hands]

Oh, man, this is even more
beautiful than Sword of Desire.

- They've lawyered up.

- You've kept my client here
for hours without any charges.

She would like to leave.

And unless you can think
of a damn good reason

why she shouldn't,
we're out of here.

- Your client has yet to identify
herself to us, Ms. Madison.

- Judy Cates,

a second-year student
at the University of Chicago.

Her parents are on their way in
from California.

Herfather is a senior V.P.
at Vetrocomp.

Her mother is a federal
magistrate in California.

No doubt they will demand
that their daughter

receive full protection
underthe law,

not the kind of
kangaroo-court procedure

you seem to practise here.

- Are you suggesting that money
and privilege can buy justice?

- You from another country?
- Yes, I am, ma'am.

My name
is Constable Benton Fraser,

Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

I first came to Chicago
on the trail

of my father's killers.

For reasons
that don't need exploring

at this juncture,
I've remained attached

as liaison officer
with the Canadian Consulate.

- You got a punk kid
in the next room

with a long sheet.

Do yourself a favour,
go pick on him.

- Are we to assume, then,
that Ms. Cates was not involved

in an abusive relationship
with Mr. Bennett,

and that she did not kill Mr. Bennett
in an effort to protect

the younger man, sometimes
referred to as "Pool Boy,"

otherwise known as Keith Warren?
- You from another planet?

- No, ma'am, planet Earth.

- Let's go talk to the kid.

- You're right.

- What did you say?
- She didn't say anything.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

- No, no, no, I heard something.

- I did it.

I killed him.

It was like he said.

He grabbed Keith,
I took out the knife

and ljust stabbed him.

- I'd advise you not to say
another word, Judy.

- It doesn't matter.

- I can't represent you
if you will not take my advice.

- Then don't represent me.
That doesn't matter either.

- Fine, if that's your decision.

- Miss Cates,
I think it's a good idea

you got yourself another lawyer.

- Why?

I killed him.

I wasn't thinking. I was scared.

- Mike was your boyfriend, right?

- I was slumming.

- And what about Keith?

- He's just a guy Mike knows.

He was helping me out.

May I ask you,
where did you carry the knife?

- In my pocket.

- In the pocket of your jeans?

Would you mind demonstrating...

using this pen?

- I don't understand.

- Oh, well, just put this
where you had the knife.

Good.

Now, could you draw it
as you did when stabbing Mike?

Thank you kindly.

- May I ask

where you got your jewellery?

- It was a gift from my parents.
Why?

- I like jewellery.

- All right, have a seat.

And let's start all over again
at the beginning.

- I love you, Fraser.

- And I you, Ray.

- No, not literally. I mean
symbolically or something.

- I know. Thank you.

- I knew Thatcher's story
was a crock,

but that bit with the jeans,

whoa, that cinched it.

She couldn't get that knife

out of her jeans
with a can opener.

- She did seem to have
difficulty with it.

Although it's not unusual for people
to perform amazing physical feats

when they're under
emotional stress.

As a matter of fact,
it reminds me of a furtrapper...

- Is this a long story

about how this trapper,
Eskimo Joe,

could throw a grizzly bear
over his head?

- That sounds highly improbable,
Ray.

No, no, the story
that I'm thinking of

involves an elephant seal

and a man named Tim.
He didn't so much as throw it...

- Save the seals.
- Understood.

- What? Reinforcements?

- Kid's not saying anything.

- Yeah, so let's get him
into a cell.

I can't wait here all day
while you guys decide what to do.

- You are?
- Penny Morton,

Public Defender's Office.
Will you charge him?

- Gonna cut him loose... girlfriend
just confessed to the whole thing.

- She did?

- Yes.
- You're kidding.

You mean he didn't do it?

- You seem surprised.

- Surprised? I'm buffaloed.

I see 20 people a day.
They always did it.

You really innocent?

- Wait a second.
This is some cop trick, right?

- Well, kid,
you get to walk, huh?

- There's no way she confessed.

- Cross my heart.
- It's true.

- Hey, if Fraser says it,
it's true... Mounties can't lie.

- Cut him loose, Hughie.

So long, kid.

- You guys are so stupid.

- Oh, yeah?

- 'Cause I did it.

I killed Bennett.

- I knew it.

- So did I.

- The kid said
he worked for Bennett.

Said he killed him over
some financial disagreement.

- He also claims Miss Cates
had nothing to do with it.

- And she said he had
nothing to do with it.

- Which supports my story.

- "Story," that's a good word
for it.

She lives in a dormitory,

gets her jewellery
from her parents.

Doesn't have a pool,
let alone a pool boy.

- She gave a perfectly
good confession.

- So did my guy.

- The problem is
we now have two confessions.

- I've been saying it all along.
They are covering for each other.

- They're in love. Naturally
they'll coverfor each other,

'cause that's what passion does.
So let's say she's married to the guy.

- Married?
She lives in a dormitory.

- Okay, she's a girlfriend.

- Exactly.
He was mistreating her.

- No, he was crazy about her.
He loves her.

She had this sweet breath
that would start the windmills

turning on one of those
old Dutch paintings.

- This hurts like hell.

I gave you everything.

This does not happen to me.

- It's over, Mike.
You don't get to decide anymore.

- Don't you get it?

She's in love with me.

She's dumping you.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- Judy, please, don't listen
to him. He's not right foryou.

- Leave us alone.
She doesn't want you anymore.

- I want to hearthat
from her lips.

- Mike, just let it go.

- Is this about kids?

Is that what this is about?

'Cause I can wait.

And you can get your career
set up.

And we can have kids later.

Lots of them.

- So it's about kids?
- Doesn't matter.

They argue,
the kids skewered the old guy.

A love triangle,
oldest motive in the world.

- No, no. Hold on, hold on.

How did kids get into this?

- I don't know. It might've been
part of their problem.

- I think it's part
of your problem.

- What problem?

- The problem that put
your marriage in the dumpster.

- What does that
have to do with this?

- Ray, if I may, I think what
the lieutenant is suggesting...

and this is by no means uncommon
amongst police officers...

you may be projecting
some of your own life,

some of your personality,

into your deductions
about the criminals.

- That's exactly
what I'm suggesting.

You two keep looking
forthings that aren't there,

like passion and romance.
Forget about it. They don't exist.

This world is full of creeps.

I know three of them...

standing right here.

It's a real simple story.

You got two scumbags
taking down another.

Just like this.

- Ah!

- You're saying they both
had their hands on the knife?

- Who cares?
Look, you load a gun,

you cock the trigger,
you give the gun to Thatcher,

she uses it on Fraser.

I find out your hand
was on the gun, you both go away.

- I would never shoot
a fellow officer.

- That's 'cause you never
had Ray working underyou.

You'd change yourtune.

- What?
- Hey, I'd shoot you.

- The examiner's report
on Bennett.

- Ah, may I?

- Anytime.

- Let me guess.

He was stabbed.

- According to this document,
yes.

Interesting.
- What?

- The knife hit him with great force,
cracked two of his ribs.

Also the angle of entry
is very interesting.

- Yeah, well,
it's all very interesting.

It still doesn't tell us
whose hand was on the knife.

- Quite right, Lieutenant.

You know, there is a technique
that's often very effective

in situations similarto this,
where precise recall

is required.

- What would that be?

- You might think that I have

a hole in my bag of marbles
orthat my elevator stops

at the collar bone,
but it's called hypnosis.

- Mumbo-jumbo, voodoo,
jujitsu, hocus-pocus.

- Quite the contrary, Ray.

It's a very effective technique.

As a matter of fact,
I've hypnotized myself

on a number of occasions to aid
in the recovery of information.

Of course, one doesn't always
remember what one told oneself

in the hypnotic state,

so a tape recorder
is almost always necessary.

- So what you're trying to say

is maybe one of us could
remember seeing the knife.

- It is possible, yes.

- Well, let's give it a shot.

- Good, sir, if you'd be so...
- No, no, no.

Use it on him.

- Yeah, all right. Ray...

- No, I'd love to, Fraser,
but I got bad eyes.

- Okay, do it on me.

- Francesca, you weren't there.

- Oh, well, does that matter?

- Oddly, yes.

- Oh.

- Inspector.

- Anything to get me
out of here.

- Now, Inspector, I want you
to relax and follow the loonie.

Imagine you're watching
a majestic herd of caribou

thundering across
the snowy wilderness,

the wind whipping at yourface.

Long ago, you lost
all sensation in yourfeet.

The icy fingers of hypothermia...

- Fraser, that's not relaxing.

- It's not?
- No.

- Oh.

- Recite the administration
manual.

- Ah.

It is the duty of all members
who are peace officers,

subject to the orders
of the commissioner,

to perform those duties
that are assigned to them

as peace officers in relation
to the preservation of peace,

prevention of crime

and of offences against
the laws of Canada and...

Good.

Now, Inspector, I want you
to go back a few hours.

You will find yourself
in the mall.

- Oh, good.

I love shopping.

[Welsh and Ray]:
Nice pile of rocks.

- Oh, dear.

Ray...

When you hear me say the word...

"cauliflower"...

- Cauliflower.

- So you hypnotized all of us?

- Yes, and I apologize.

It would appearthat
the administration manual

is a powerfully effective tool.

I'll have to remember it
for next time.

Fraser, um, by any chance,

did I happen to, uh...

reveal my innermost
personal thoughts?

- No.

- Mm!

- Did you get anything on me?

- It would appear
that you were abducted

by aliens at the age of 10.

- Yeah, but did you get
anything important?

- Otherthan that, no.

- How about the, uh, the knife?

- Unfortunately, none of you
actually saw the knife

in anyone's hand.

- Great technique, Fraser.

- Well, I did discover
that there was a fourth man

seated at the table.
- That's better.

What did he look like?
- Unfortunately,

Inspector Thatcher
is the only one who saw him,

and she didn't get
a particularly clear look.

There is, however,
anothertechnique

I think we could employ
to find out who he was.

- Something like reverse
psychological brainwashing?

- No, we'll just ask.

Who was the fourth man?

- Excuse me,
this is still my case.

Go ahead, answer her question.

- He was sitting at the table
with you, Mike and Pool Boy.

- That was just one of Mike's
goons.

- Goons?

- Yes, he always had a couple
of those guys with him.

Bodyguards.
- Real effective ones, too.

- Maybe they just got distracted
by the purse-snatcher.

- You know
your boyfriend confessed.

He said you didn't have
anything to do with it.

- I had everything
to do with it.

It was all my idea.

ljust wanted
to get him out of it.

- Out of his criminal involvement
with Mike?

- Yes.

Keith's a really great guy.

He just never got a break.

And then he got involved
with Mike.

And ljust thought
that we could go and ask.

But they just started fighting.

It wasn't his fault.

Mike was crazy.

- That's why Keith killed him?

Okay, so I got the motive
a little wrong.

- A little?

- Well, at least
I got the killer right.

- Hmm.

- What does that mean, "hmm"?

- Nothing.

- Oh, no, that means something.

You don't go saying "hmm"
for nothing.

That's some sort of Canadian
thing, isn't it, "hmm"?

He knows something
he's not saying, right?

- Hmm.

- What does that mean?

- Nothing.

- I think we should perhaps
get Keith's version of the story.

- Perhaps, hmm.

- Hmm.

- So that's it.

We went together
to tell Mike I quit,

Mike went crazy.

I know it looks bad,
but she was scared.

She didn't mean to kill him.

- Wait a minute.
You're saying she killed him?

- Yeah. Well, if she told you the whole
story, there's nothing else I can do.

You know I wouldn't kill him.
- You wouldn't kill him?

- With this guy right there?
What do you think, I'm nuts?

- Who was the bodyguard?

- Look, I'm a small-timer.
I know nothing.

- Hmm.

Sorry.

- Great, great, each one
now says the other one did it.

- Well, we are making
some progress.

At least we know
why they were there.

- That's a big help.

- I think he's stonewalling
on the other guy at the table.

He has to know a name.
- Very possibly, Ray,

but he's obviously
too frightened to talk.

- That's great.

So now we're at
another dead end.

- Not necessarily.

I think it's time that
we questioned the purse-snatcher.

- The purse-snatcher? Why him?

- Because I believe
that the purse-snatcher

was the distraction.
- What distraction?

- Francesca, would you be so kind
as to find out what happened

to the purse-snatcher
I apprehended earliertoday?

- Sure, you got it, Frase.

- What do you got there?

- Nothing.
- Well?

- Well, what?
- Look, Fraser,

you're making me nuts.
You give me a hint, or I swear...

- Cauliflower.

- I'm sorry, Fraser,
for being so abrupt.

I hope you will accept
my heartfelt apology.

- Certainly.
Think nothing of it.

It won't last long.

Post-hypnotic suggestion
rarely does.

But it's kind of enjoyable,
isn't it?

- All right, cut the mumbo-jumbo.
Answerthe question.

- Certainly.

Your scenarios
were all more or less correct.

The corollary, or as you would
put it, Lieutenant, the coro-lairy,

is that they were also
all more or less wrong.

Piecing togetherthe fragments
of the argument you all heard,

I think we can safely assume
that the scenario

went something like this.

- This doesn't happen to me.

- You don't have the right to
decide what to do with his life.

- And you do?

- I'm in love with her.

- Love! Crap.

You love her all you want;
you work for me.

- Not anymore.

[Fraser]: You all missed
the fourth man.

And that wasn't
entirely accidental.

He didn't want to be noticed.

- Will you leave us alone?
We got nothing more to say.

- I don't give a damn what
you got to say. You owe me, kid.

I own you.
You got that?

[Fraser]: The fourth man
left nothing to chance.

The purse-snatching
was part of his cover,

designed to distract everyone's
attention at the crucial moment.

- Stop him, somebody, stop him!

- Why can't you leave him alone?
- Forget about it. I'm not coming back.

- No! Can't you hear
a damn thing I say?

- The hell with you!
- Stop it. Mike!

- The fourth man was hiding
behind the Inukshuk.

- Ah!

- Are you saying
that he threw the knife

across the mall?

- That sounds a bit far-fetched.

- Nobody can throw
that accurately.

- Well, actually, Lieutenant,
one need only remember

the five Ps.

Proper preparation

prevents poor

performance.

- I bet you couldn't
do that twice.

- I never gamble, Ray.

Woo!

- Hey, Frase,
your purse-snatcher

just made bail. They let him out
a couple minutes ago.

- Hey, Dennis.
- Johnny.

- Get in the car.
I'll give you a ride.

- No, thanks.
I'll walk, all right?

- I said get in the car.

- Johnny!

I think he's got a gun.

- Ray, have you considered
contacts?

- Too much fuss.

- Stop. Police!

- Have you considered a gun?

- Too many legalities.

- Look, Fraser, just once

I would like to say, "Rack
that bad boy and cover me."

- Ray.

- Fraser!

Woo, woo, woo!

Drop it. You got nowhere to go.

- Use your gun!

- I left it at the office.

- Ray, use your gun!

- Shut up!

- Fraser,

get out of here!
- Fraser,

he'll put a cap in you. No.

- I don't think he will, Ray.

- You don't think I'll shoot?

- I think you'll shoot,
but I think you'll discover

you've spent your ammunition.

- It's a standard nine-round.
- I counted eight rounds!

- I heard seven!
- It was six!

- Seven!
- Eight!

- Seven!
- What are you doing, Red?

- You committed a murder
and you used an Inukshuk as cover.

That trespass will haunt you.

- You judging me?

- You violated a sacred thing.

- You sure it's empty?

- You sure it's not?

[clicking]

I imagine you'll use your knife.

- You want this knife?

- I would appreciate it, yes.

- Here.

It's yours.

- That was close.

- On the ground.

I will beat you to death
with this empty gun.

- Shut up.

- Lousy scum tries to kill me.

And he set me up
on the otherthing, too.

I didn't know
he was gonna kill Mike.

Tells me it's like a little
practical joke, right? Ha!

- I said, shut up!
- No way, Johnny.

Try and kill me,
I'll have you put away forever.

- Mob thing.

So I had the big picture
all along.

- In a pig's eye.

- What's a pig
got to do with it?

- I have no idea.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's that on your lip?

- What's what?

- What are these?

If they're what I think
they are, I am gonna...

- Okay, the double-double
cappuccinos are ready,

the half-caf decafs
are on their way,

and I'm taking orders
forthe cafe lattes,

which I recommend very highly.

- I'll kill her, I swear I will.

- Fraser, I'll meet you
at the car.

- Yes, sir.
I'll just collect my hat.

- I sure called that wrong.

- You called a lot of it right.

- You think
maybe I saw it a certain way

because of me and Stella?

- We all have our perspectives,
Ray.

There's nothing wrong with that.

- There is if you almost
put the wrong person in jail.

- That's right,
but we did find the truth...

and that's what counts.
- Right.

- Fraser.
- Duty calls.

- "Bellows" more like it.

- Constable,
I'm losing my patience.

We need to get back to...
- Eggplant.

- Unless you'd like to stay and
talk to yourfriend a while longer.

In fact, why don't you stay
as long as you'd like?

- Thank you kindly, sir.

Works.

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

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