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[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

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