All language subtitles for Due South s04e08 Good For The Soul.eng

- No, I assure you,
it is a polar bear.

He lives in a mall.

If you keep eating
those pizzas,

we'll see how you look
inside of a year.

- Got it, the last death-ray gun
in the store.

Almost had to flatten this lady
from Oak Park to get it.

Oh, who's it for?

- The desk sergeant's kid.
Maybe I'll keep it for myself.

It's pretty cool. Watch.

That's really irritating, Ray.

You didn't get anything?

- Well, I tend to... I prefer
to make my own presents.

Oh, my, look at this.

Look at this.

This is nice.

The gentlemen has a good eye.

How much for, uh...

How much for this?

It's a log.

- Yes, would five dollars
be sufficient?

- Yeah, sure.
- There you are.

Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Fraser, it's a log.
- Marvellous log.

I'm so sorry.

- Hey, what do you think
you're doing?

You got water on my damn suit!

Excuse me, sir.

I'm sure this young man
meant no harm.

If I was you, I'd walk away.

- Well, happily, as long
as you apologize to this man.

- I don't apologize
to anybody ever.

- Well, perhaps now
would be a good time to start.

- Yeah? You want an apology?
- No.

Very well.

You'll have to come with me.

I'm performing
a citizen's arrest.

Get out of the way.

Chicago PD, drop the gun!

On the table, drop the gun!

Am I going too fast for you?
- I got a permit.

- Shut up. On the table.
Get on the ground.

All of you, on the ground.

You got any idea who I am?

- No, but I'm sure
you'll soon tell me.

Mr. Warfield, I am so sorry.

Warfield?

- Look, look, please,
this is just all a misunderstanding.

- It was all my fault.
- We don't want

any trouble here.
Gentlemen, please, no trouble.

- It wasn't your fault.
You made a mistake.

This man committed a crime.

Fraser.

You know who that is?
- Apparently his name is Warfield,

and...

- He's one of the biggest
mob bosses in Chicago.

Oh.

Ladies and gentlemen, we greatly
appreciate your cooperation;

we thank you for your patience.

Now, all of you
were witness to a crime.

And if you'll be so kind
as to step forward one by one,

we will be very happy
to take your statements.

Apparently no one saw anything.

- Really, Fraser?
I am shocked and amazed.

Anything, ladies and gentlemen,

anything
that you remember at all.

What would be the point?

The point would be justice.

- Where the hell
do you come from?

- Canada.
And zeal is a big thing up there.

So this is definitely a zeal thing.
- Well, maybe there they got justice.

But here we got brains.
- This victim

was a fellow employee,
a friend of yours.

I can't believe that no one
will make a statement.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I... I really don't mean
to be condescending,

but justice cannot exist
in a democracy

without the support and cooperation
of an informed citizenry.

If you let this man walk away
from his crimes, you not only

let down this entire city,
but you encourage him to continue

in his criminal endeavours.
- Maybe we're afraid.

Of what?

Warfield.

- There's nothing to be afraid of.
There are laws.

- Not working too good,
as far as I can see.

- Well, they will work
if you all do your part.

I thank you kindly
for your time.

- Lieutenant, I hear you have
Willie Warfield locked up.

- Look, I just got here.
I don't know what's happening yet.

- You think you finally have something
to stick to Slick Willie?

- My best men brought him.
I believe them.

What are you charging him with?

Slapping a busboy?

You brought Warfield in here
for slapping a busboy?

Yes, sir. Is that a problem?

- It's a nothing beef,
Constable.

He's already walked on four murder-one
and conspiracy charges.

You think he's going to go down
for spitting on the sidewalk?

- Well, no, I think he's going to
go down, as you put it, for assault.

- The kid won't even press charges.
- But we both witnessed it.

- Detective, would you explain
to the constable

how the system works?

I got to go deal
with a high-priced lawyer.

The lieutenant's right, Fraser.

That's an explanation?

- No, it goes
a little something like this:

Um... Warfield's a big mob guy.

- Whom, I assume,
you'd like to see in jail.

Whom we'd love to,

and we've been trying
to put him there for years.

Well, we witnessed a crime.

This would seem to be the
ideal opportunity to... What?

- Two words, two words:
"money" and "connections. "

He is a criminal.

- Look, we witnessed
a slap in the face.

The kid's not going to sign anything,
so we have no complaint.

Warfield has no priors,
'cause he's never been convicted.

And he's got lawyers
that get paid more in one hour

than we make in a week.
It's never going to court.

- Because he's rich
and he's powerful.

- You were paying attention.
- It's wrong.

- It's wrong, it's very wrong.
But that's the world we live in.

That's the system we work under.
- But this is the problem, Ray.

It shouldn't be about a system.
It should be about justice.

- Yeah, in a perfect world,
in a truly perfect world.

And have you seen one of those
around here lately, Fraser?

'Cause I know I...

Fraser... don't get all moody.

- Frannie,
what the hell is that?

- It's my Santa Claus.
I made him in art class.

You took a class to make that?

- I wish somebody
would look at me like that.

Hi, Fraser.

Ah, Francesca.

- How do you like
the Christmas tree?

- Oh, it's very nice.
- And the Santa?

- Very Santa-like.
- I made in in art class.

Did you get a name
off the tree?

I beg your pardon?

- We're exchanging gifts at the week's
end for whatever name you get.

Ah.

Excuse me, Tommy...

- Why don't you just take
a gun out and shoot me now?

- Well, that would be homicide,
Tommy.

And what I imagine
you're actually suggesting

is that Mr. Warfield would have you
killed if you filed a complaint.

- I'm not suggesting nothing
about nothing. Nothing happened.

I didn't see nothing.
Nobody hit me.

I wasn't even there.

Yeah, this is his statement.

- There were a number of witnesses
who saw him strike you.

What witnesses?

- Well, unfortunately we were unable
to persuade them to come in.

- I wonder why.
- I saw him strike you.

- Well, you got bad eyesight
as far as I'm concerned.

Can I go now?

Yes.

- Make sure you spell
his name right.

- In the harassment suit,
he's already named the Chicago PD,

Lieutenant Welsh and me.
- Hey, did I miss anybody?

- Come on, Warfield.
You know it's just a nuisance lawsuit.

- Mr. Warfield's been arrested
four times by this department,

Lieutenant, and four times,
he's been exonerated

by a jury of his peers.
Now, if that's not a clear pattern

of harassment, I don't know what is.
- It's a pattern of being mobbed up.

He pays people off, kills witnesses...
- Is that defamation of character?

How would you like
your own lawsuit?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Scumbag. I missed that.
You want what?

A kick in the teeth?
- Uh, Detective. Please.

- This particular charge
is too ridiculous to even discuss.

Maybe if you dropped the charges
against Mr. Warfield,

we could forego the legal action?

- Hey, scumbag, maybe
you'd like a kick in the teeth.

- Detective, please.
You got paperwork to do.

Mr. Warfield, a word.

You know what you did is wrong.

- Constable, please, I think
you've done enough already.

Yes, sir.

Oh,

yeah, I don't...
I don't think I could do that.

I'll have to let you know.

OK.

Something wrong, Francesca?

No, it's, uh... my art class.

Next term,
we're supposed to study nudes,

and I just really don't think

I could be in a class
with anybody... nude.

You know, Francesca,

as beautiful and natural
as the human body is, I...

I understand completely
what you mean.

I wonder if you could help me
with some information.

Sure. What's up?

- I need to know everything
you have on Mr. Warfield...

his prior arrests,
surveillance reports,

known accomplices,
whether he poses in the nude.

Was... was that a joke?

- Yes.
- Oh, that was so good.

Thank you.

Mr. Warfield.

Let the young ladies in.

Certainly, sir.

Hey, hey, come on.

- We've been standing
out here for hours.

Man, you are out there.

Oh, me.

- The outfit.
I mean, a lot of people

do some nutso stuff to get in here,
but that is beyond belief.

- A number of people
were ahead of me.

These two gentlemen,
for example.

- Look, you want
to get in or not?

Very well.

I'm terribly sorry.

Come on.

I'm out of here.

- Just to get in,
I'd like to know...

- I'm sorry.
I'll go right, left, left.

Thank you kindly.

- Whoa, handsome,
want to dance?

Oh.

Ah, gentlemen, I wonder
if one of you would be so kind

as to use your wireless radio-frequency
communication devices

to let Mr. Warfield know
Constable Ben Fraser's here to see him.

- You know the boss?
- We have met, yes.

- Mr. Warfield, we got a guy out here
in a red suit, says he knows you.

You're kidding me.

The Mountie? Nuts!

Let him come in.

Thank you kindly.

- OK, you're in.
What do you want?

- I've come to ask you
to confess to the assault charge.

Confess?

You want me to confess?
- Yes.

As a joke, right?

Oh, I think you'll feel better.

- I feel fine.
- Well, possibly, but I think

you would discover
there's lots of truth in the aphorism

that confession
is good for the soul.

Confession is good for losers.

This an official police visit,
or what?

- No,
I have no jurisdiction here.

I'm simply trying to see
that justice is done.

- So you walk in here,
to my place of business,

you insult me to my face,

but you're doing it
on your own time?

Is that what you're telling me?

- Well, I don't see that an appeal
to your sense of justice is an insult,

but on balance, you're correct.

Get him out of here.

And make sure
he don't come back.

- You will discover
that I don't dissuade easily.

Well, dissuade him hard.

- He's a cop, Willie.
- I know what he is.

- I think what your man
is suggesting,

is that it's uncommon
for organized crime

to use violence
on police officers.

- He's got a point.
We don't need the heat.

Do it!

Come on.

- Reggie, you and Johnny
see this gentleman out.

- Ha-ha, now we're gonna do this.
- I got a better idea.

Drop the gun. Chicago PD.

Up against the wall.

Been expecting you, Ray.

Huh?

Glad you came.

- What were you thinking?
Welsh and I said leave this.

Next thing, you're in a punch-up
with Warfield's goons.

- Goons? I ain't no damn goon.
- I felt I hadn't a choice.

Were licensed security agents.

- I have a diploma
in hospitality services.

We do not appreciate
being called goons.

- You always have a choice,
Fraser.

- You could be facing a lawsuit.
- You could be facing my fist.

- That's intimidation.
- Yeah, I hope so. Get in the car.

You had a choice.
You could've stayed at the Consulate.

You could have stayed
at the station...

- I hoped to convince Mr. Warfield
to do the right thing.

- He's a wise guy.
He's never done the right thing.

- Well, maybe now
is the time to start.

OK, Dief, wreath.

Thank you.

- Miss Vecchio, don't you think
you're overdoing it a bit?

- I'm just trying to make
the place look festive, sir.

- It's a police station,
not a shopping mall.

- It's only once a year.
- Thank God.

More murders, more suicides,

families tearing
each other's throats out,

fourth differential between
what you take in

and what you put out,
fat guys in red suits.

- Constable Fraser, can we talk?
- Of course.

Perhaps somewhere private.

- Me and Tommy
have been thinking

about what you said
about justice and all.

Just thinking, is all.

- We do this testify thing,
we get protection?

- I'll do everything I can
to ensure your safety.

What does that mean?

- I can't pretend
that this is without risks.

Mr. Warfield is apparently
a violent man.

See, I told you.

- And like I told you, guys have been
pushing me around my whole damn life.

"Don't say nothing.
You'll lose your job. "

"Don't say nothing. "

"He'll kick your butt. "

"Don't say nothing. "

I'm an old man,
and I still never said nothing.

You don't want to be my age
and feel like that.

We do this, I doubt I see 20.

A guy going to kill you

for a slap in the face?

He's smarter than that.

So maybe
you better stay out of it,

and I'll be a witness.

That work?

It will help.

Let's get out of here.

- Hang on.
We get protection, right?

- Protection?
If Constable Fraser

wants to offer protection,
let the RCMP supply it.

- Call me old-fashioned,
but I don't think Yuletide

is a great time to get shot
and dumped in the river.

- Ray, in the spirit
of Christmas, drop dead.

December 1963, breaking and entering;
August 1965, car theft;

October 1966, assault;
December 1966, robbery.

Every charge dropped
for one reason or another.

It's not surprising Mr. Warfield
thinks he's above the law.

Perhaps if someone along the way
had prosecuted him,

he might not have become
the criminal that he is today.

- It's a little late for that.
- What about the assault on Fraser?

Warfield called that.
Can't we make that stick?

They say Fraser was disorderly.

- Disorderly?
His hair's not even disorderly.

- Well, it can be sometimes.
- They've got 12 witnesses

who'll swear
that he was threatening Warfield.

Constable, no one gets convicted
on a first-time assault

that doesn't result
in actual bodily harm.

My God, you can practically
beat someone to death in this city

and not get convicted.
I'm sorry.

- You get our protection?
- In a manner of speaking, yes.

Shall we?

- You better
have our protection.

- It's just a finger, son.
It's not loaded.

Here we are.
- This is the safe house?

- Couldn't be safer.
I also have several bed rolls here.

I thought we'd get a hotel room,

maybe a nice-looking
policewoman to look after us.

- Well, here comes one now.
- Fraser,

I thought perhaps a little seasonal...
- Don't mind if I do.

...cheer. What are you doing,
bringing homeless people here?

It's Christmas, for God's sakes.

- I realize that, but these friends
of mine are, well, they're needy.

I thought they could stay
for a couple of days.

- This is the Canadian Consulate,
not a homeless shelter.

I understand that.

Suffice it to say
that there are issues of justice

and individual liberty at play here...
and it is Christmas.

- My point exactly.
I'll leave this to you for now.

But tomorrow, you, Turnbull
and I will sit down

and discuss the decorations
for the Consulate:

What colour bulbs to use,
the tinsel...

Oh, I found some fabulous
gold ribbon for the tree.

And of course, spirit of giving,
peace on earth, blah, blah, blah.

- We going to sleep here?
- Yes.

No offence,

but I'm getting a little too old
to sleep on the floor.

Maybe I should go on home.

- Well, I'm, uh, I'm not actually
sure that that's a good idea.

Dog snore?

No.

Well, yes.

Well, you do.

You know, perhaps you gentlemen

could take him
for a couple of laps in the hallway.

He tends to sleep much more
soundly after a little exercise.

Uh, Dief.

Dad, I have guests.

Pardon us for living.

What's going on here?

- The group are making some gifts
for the orphans...

brighten up their Christmas.
- You have orphans in the afterworld?

- Well, not really.
They're just kind of lost.

The group of six have always
been known for their charity.

- Dad, there was
a Group of Seven...

- No, not in our group.
Always six.

Except for that one time
we let in Rene Thibault,

but he got into the turps.

So what are you hoping
to get these wise men to do?

- Their duty.
- Theirs or yours?

You know, son, not everyone
thinks the way you think.

Not everyone has your dedication,
your commitment,

your, well, frankly,
your rigidity.

- I'm only doing
what you taught me.

- Well, I learned a few things
since I died.

Such as?

- Well, I wish I'd spent
more Christmases with you.

And the branch
that cannot bend must break.

- Are you saying I should
give up on this?

No, of course not.

Some trails are solitary
and must be taken alone.

That will be for you.

You OK?

Yes.

Yes, I just can't seem to locate
those darn Hudson blankets.

Oh. Eagle eyes, son.

- Uh, Turnbull said
to give you this package.

Ah, very good.

Oh, the Yukon.

Marvellous.

Where's Frank?

Went home.

Said there was no way
he could sleep on the floor.

He said not to worry.

Turnbull!

Do you have Frank's address?

Sure, um, 414 Wilson Avenue.

Sir?

You're out of uniform, Turnbull.
- Yes, I am.

I was upstairs listening
to my Clint Black Christmas album,

getting in the festive spirit,

if that's all right.

- I see. Lock up after I go.
Don't let anyone in until I return.

Guard this man with your life.

- Trouble, sir?
- Of a kind.

- Trouble's my middle name.
- Right.

Well, Tommy,
you're in good, uh...

well, you're in hands.

Sir.

You look
like a natural baritone.

Do you know the words
to Santa Drives a Pick-up?

Oh the elves topped up

The gas tank
Santa climbed aboard

They turned that engine over

On that '67 Ford

Oh Santa drives a pick-up

The reindeers ride in back

Look out for that fat man

He'll be coming down your stack

Oh Santa drives a pick-up
come on

The reindeers ride in back

Look out for that fat man...

- Oh!
- You'll be all right.

Gentlemen, I'm afraid
I'll have to ask you to stop.

Stop this.

- I can't do this, I can't.
- I understand.

I'm no hero.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I'll walk you home.

Good morning. Sleep well?

- The dog snores like Mike Ditka
with a sinus condition.

Yes, I know.

Did you find Frank?

Yes.

Where is he?

- He said he had a sister
in Waukegan.

I believe he's staying with her.

He split?

I'm afraid so.

What name did you get?

- I don't follow.
- From the card tree.

Who do you have to buy for?
- Oh, uh, ahem... I believe it is...

Ray.
- Perfect. Let's trade.

- Trade?
- Yeah, I got Welsh,

and I can't buy for the lieutenant,
because I work for him.

If I buy small, I'm a miser.
If I buy big, I'm kissing up.

So it's lose-lose.
- Office politics, even at Christmas.

Not for me,
not in the good old days.

Christmas Eve,
give me a wide-open vista

and a starry sky
and a good sled dog.

- What about me and Mother?
- You and my mother?

I'll get her
some cases of hair spray.

Listen, you see, Ray,
on the other hand, is no threat to me.

He has nothing, so he's easy
to buy for. But the lieutenant,

well, you don't work for him.
You can do whatever you want.

It's win-win. Thanks.

Very well.

Win-win, win-win...

What are you doing?

- I'm just wondering
if my name was on a list here.

- I think that unlikely,
since you are dead.

Ha. Back in '55,

when I was heading a detachment
up in Reliance...

wasn't much of a detachment really,
just me and Delbert Foxworth...

well, Norbert Weatherwax
got in the sauce,

went on a tear, tore up half the town.
I sent Foxworth out to bring him back.

He came back empty-handed.
A couple days later,

I found out that Weatherwax was married
to Foxworth's half-sister, Etta...

- Dad, Dad, I don't mean to interrupt,
but does this story have a moral?

- Oh, yeah, sometimes
you have to do it yourself.

That's the moral, son.

- Ah, Francesca.
- Hi, Fraser.

Mistletoe.

Oh, so it is. Right, right.

- You got brass ones,
I'll give you that.

Oh, uh, yes... yes I do.

They take a lot of work
to keep polished.

Ha, ha...

I hear the charges against me
got dropped again.

I anticipated that.

- Good.
You come by to apologize?

- No, sir, I came by to ask you
to reconsider your confession.

- I had a guy like you
work for me once.

Bruno Hiltz.

Big Dutch guy.

He got drunk one night,
stood on the track,

tried to stare down
the 3:10 to Skokie.

They had to pick him up
with a shovel.

Sir, you hurt an innocent man.

I can't let that go.

So I will continue
to gather evidence.

In the meantime, it's come
to my attention that you're engaged

in a variety of activities
that may not flourish

with an officer of the law
present.

That a threat?

- No.
Merely stating the obvious.

- Well, let me suggest something
even more obvious.

One good whack in the head
with a hammer... you ain't dead,

there'll be days
when you wish you were.

Oh...

would that be a ball-peen
or a claw hammer, sir?

That would be a big hammer.

I see.

Come in.

What?

- Eddie just called from his car.
He wants to meet somewhere else.

What, somewhere else?

We got to have a sitdown,
me and Eddie.

Where else we going to do it?

- Eddie won't come inside
with that Mountie out front.

- I want to freeze my big ones,
Willie, I go to a Bears game.

I could use the fresh air.

Cooped up all day.

- Cooped up by the cops, I hear.
Been downtown couple times.

Nothing to worry about.

- Couple times, uh,
don't sound like nothing to me.

The boys are wondering
what's going on.

- Boys can mind
their own business.

That ain't what we got to talk about.
We gotta talk about Vinnie the Hole.

Ever since he started running
the east side, our take's down 30%.

I got no problem with Vinnie.

What I got a problem with,

is that funny-looking cop
that's been hassling you.

He's nothing. He's a joke.

You better start laughing.

Let's get out of here.

- You're a lawyer.
File a suit or something.

He's on a public street.

He's harassing me.

- He's just standing there,
Willie.

- Interfering with the conduct
of my business.

- I think we shouldn't
open up that area.

- I'm supposed
to let him stand there?

I got people I got to talk to.

- Suppose the telephone's
out of the question?

- Can't do business on the phone.
- Look, Willie,

this is really difficult
to explain in a courtroom.

I got an idea. Cop to it.

- What?
- It's nothing.

The worst you can get,
the absolute worst, is a fine.

So do it, get it over with,
lose the Mountie,

and get back to work.

Marty's actually making sense,
Willie.

The money you pay me,
I should have thought of it.

- Willie Warfield
don't cop to nothing. Nothing!

Never, never, never!
Do you understand me?

- Come on, Willie,
this is crazy.

You know, I heard
you had him attacked.

You do that, you're making it
really difficult for me to protect you.

- Logan's right, Willie,
and he's not the only one.

The other guys feel the same way.

- What the hell, you two developing
some backbone all of a sudden, or what?

- You're supposed
to be running a business!

Now, why don't you just...

- What do I pay
you two bastards for?

Now, you get him
out of there! Now!

- You know, you really
have to stop complaining.

You've been on stakeouts before.
You know what it's like.

Yes, I know
you'd rather be with her,

but it's sort of cliched,
don't you think?

I mean, wolf meets poodle,
poodle hooks wolf,

wolf liquidates his assets.

It can only end in tears.

'Afternoon, Ray.

Fraser.

Welsh got a call from the chief,
Chief got a call from downtown.

Warfield's lawyers
say they want you out of here.

I see.

- You know me and the system
are like this, Fraser,

but this time,
you're wrong, they're right.

- I don't think I am wrong, Ray.
We both saw him assault that man.

- Look, even by some miracle Warfield
were to cop to the whole thing,

he's going to get a slap on the wrist.
- And justice will have been done.

- Justice? How is that justice?
That man is a killer.

He's going to get a $50 fine.

Look, don't you get this?
It legitimizes his harassment crap.

What if we get a real beef on him,
you know,

and Warfield's lawyers get involved?
This could screw the whole thing up.

Ray, just think about it.

Two good men... one who should
be accorded the respect

due his age, one litle more than
a boy... they are frightened.

They're frightened and ashamed.

They have good reason
to be frightened.

They don't think they can stand up
to the Warfields of this world.

Well, I can... and I will.

Fraser, get in the car.

I'm sorry, Ray.

- Look, Fraser, I am a cop and
I am ordering you to get in that car.

- Are you arresting me?
- Yes.

On what charge?

- Look, I don't want to be forced
to use force upon you.

No, you won't.

You're right.

I know.

Listen, could you
do me a favour and, uh...

Do you mind dropping Diefenbaker off
at the Consulate

on your way back to the station?
He finds this sort of boring.

- Look, you know what you are?
You're selfish. You're selfish.

You get something stuck in your head,
you won't let it go,

however hard it is on others.
You're even boring the dog.

- He's not actually bored,
he's in love.

- Ha, dogs have all the fun,
huh?

Ha!

- Look, Christmas
brings out the worst in people.

Mm.

Drive safely.

Help! Somebody help me!

Stop!

Hold it.

- Ha!
- Hey!

- I assume Mr. Warfield
is unhappy with my presence here.

- Let's just say
you pissed off the wrong guy.

...Upon the midnight clear

That glorious song of old

From angels
bending near the earth

To touch their harps of gold

Peace on earth

Goodwill to men

From heaven's gracious king

The world
in solemn stillness lay

To hear the angels sing

Still through
the cloven sky they come

With peaceful wings
unfurled...

Good evening, Mr. Warfield.

See...

there's only one law
that counts.

Only one rule.

Hardest guy wins.

Till you get that straight,
you're just a loser.

Understood.

And ever o'er its babel sounds

The blessed angels sing

- Oh what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse open sleigh

Hey.

How cute would you look in this?

Oh, yes, you're so cute.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

- Don't know, got a call from one
of the bouncers at Warfield's club.

Shouldn't he be at the hospital?

Wouldn't go.

God, Fraser, does it hurt?

- Probably no more
than being hit by a truck.

No, it's fine, Francesca.

- Well, maybe
you should take your shirt off.

- Frannie.
- Well, he could have internal injuries.

- If it's internal,
you can't see them.

- Yeah, I know,
but I could palpitate them.

Do you mean, palpate?

- Yeah, you know,
feel around a little.

- Personally, I think
he's suffered enough, Frannie.

- Are you feeling better,
Constable?

- Uh, much better, thank you, sir.
Thanks to Francesca's excellent care.

- Good, good.
I've told Ms. Kowalski the story.

- So we're going
to nail Warfield?

- Unfortunately,
there's nothing to tie the attack

on Constable Fraser
to Mr. Warfield.

- He was attacked
right outside Warfield's club.

- Lincoln got shot in Ford's theatre.
Didn't mean Mr. Ford did it.

Was Ford mobbed up?

- Can you identify
any of the assailants, Constable?

- No, they were...
they were all wearing masks.

- Look, we know
they were Warfield's guys.

- Knowing something
and proving it

are two different things.

- How 'bout
we roust them up anyway?

More harassment?

Forget it, Ray.

- Stella, I was thinking,
maybe if you had some time,

we could have some egg nog,
maybe trim the tree...

- Yeah, and I can shoot
moonbeams out my...

Ms. Kowalski, thank you.

- Uh, she was never
that big on Christmas...

or me, for that matter.
- Constable,

I'm afraid we haven't been
too much of a help to you on this one.

- I've come to believe
that I have unrealistic expectations.

- A little impractical maybe,
but...

No, Ray, you were right.

You can't beat the system.

Let me give you a ride home.

- No, I think I'll walk.
A walk will do me good.

- Uh, Frase, hey,
take it easy, OK?

Understood.

It was selfish, I know.

I put my feelings
above everyone else's.

Dad?

Oh, you're ignoring me now.

That's great. Just great.

...Holy night

All is calm...

Oh, hi.

You think I'm being
selfish and singleminded?

- Oh, you're more
than that, son.

You're obsessive, overbearing,
possibly even arrogant.

Well, thanks a lot, Dad.

That makes me feel
a whole lot better.

But you've been right.

...Tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly...

Hey, Fraser.

You know, Ray,

I... I really would rather walk.

- Well, you can walk
all you want, Fraser,

but, uh... there's something
I want to tell you.

And, uh, it's not the easiest
thing for me to say, but...

I'm proud of you.

You are?

- Yeah, you been right
about this thing all along.

I have?

Yes, you have, Constable.

We've been too hung up

on all this bureaucratic crap
to give you the help you really needed.

Well, you know, sir,

I understand that you have to contend
with practicalities.

The hell with them. Hop in.

- Well, I'm...
- Ride shotgun.

OK.

Nah, nah, nah, forget it.

No way you guys
are getting back in here again.

He's with us.

Whoa.

Got some ID?

What?

- Have you got some ID?
- What?

- ID!
- Oh.

Are we going to play
cops and robbers?

Nah, just cops.

You better be over 21.

- Welcome,
shoe salesmen of America.

I see you've come to sample
some of our local delicacies.

Haven't seen these women together
since I worked south-side vice.

Hey, enough
with the snappy patter.

Cut the music.

Cut the music.

Get Eddie in here tomorrow.

I don't think he's coming.

Why the hell not?

- I heard he's got something
going with Vinnie the Hole.

- He got something going
with Vinnie, he's dead.

What it is, Mr. Warfield, you got
to start getting on top of things,

'cause they're like sharks
out there.

And they're smelling blood
in the water.

- I'm starting to smell you,
Marty.

What?

- Yo, boss, we got cops out here.
They got...

- I'll have all your badges
for this!

We're only enforcing...

- You've been warned
not to harass me!

Nobody's harassing you.

- We're cleaning out the riffraff
hanging out in your club.

Kind of doing you a favour.

Screw you!

- We can come back here
tomorrow night.

And the night after.

- Not after my lawyers
are finished with you.

- That could take some time.
That would be very bad for business.

- You got a lot of places
we can visit.

Think about it.

- Well, maybe you don't
walk out of here tonight.

You really want to try that?

'Cause we're good to go.

- You've abused the system
for a long time, Mr. Warfield.

You distorted the law and turned it
against its own interests.

You've used tricks and force
and bullying and it's worked.

Ohh...

- But eventually,
good people do stand up.

Yeah, Fraser!

Right on!

- So what's it going to be,
Warfield?

Do 'em.

Mr. Warfield, they're cops.

I said... do 'em!

No.

Ha, ha, ha... no, huh?

All right, so, what?

What? What the hell
do you want from me?

You know what I want.

Oh...

I'm sorry I slapped the kid.

Thank you kindly.

Merry Christmas.

Fraser.

Whose name did you get
for the gift thing?

- Uh, as of the moment,
Lieutenant Welsh.

- Perfect, I got Francesca. Trade me.
- Why?

- With Francesca,
it's always too heavy.

Either she'll love what I get her,
or she'll hate it.

Either way, emotional contact,
who needs it?

I got this box of Cuban cigars.
Lieutenant will love them.

Very well. Right pocket.

- How you feeling, Constable?
- Much better. Thank you kindly, sir.

Oh, good, everybody's here.

OK, in the spirit of Christmas,

keep your meat hooks of the gifts
till I call your name.

Oh, dear.

Ho, ho, ho...

- Excuse me for one second.
I need to have a word with Santa.

Sure.

Squad room.
Yeah, just a minute. It's for you.

Hello.

Fraser, it's me, Turnbull.

- Ah, Turnbull,
I took you for Santa.

- Understandably, I know
how busy you've been lately, sir,

so I took the liberty...

of bringing your work in progress.

- Oh, dear.
- Problem, sir?

- Yes, when this was meant for Ray,
it was to be an elk.

When it was for Lieutenant Welsh,
it was going to be a grizzly bear.

Now it's for Francesca, just...
- Fret not, sir.

Yukon heart of pine.

Good thinking.

Your accoutrements.

Well, it seems like Warfield

was letting things slide
at the office lately.

When it was out that he was in jail,
some of his associates decided

they'd be better off without him.
- So they ratted him out?

- Precisely. Organized crime
was waiting when he made bail.

He was mad and he was talking.

Lot of guys are going away
for a long time.

- It's true? He's really in jail?
- Yes, he is.

- You OK?
- Mm-hmm, I'm fine.

- I let you down. I'm sorry.
- No, you didn't let me down.

You did what you could do.
That's all anyone can ask.

All right, it's present time.

- I made it myself.
Out of wood.

Wow...

Hey, is this Geraldo,
the guy who delivers water

to my mother?
- It's Michaelangelo's David.

For 400 years, it's been considered
to be the most perfect nude.

Wow... it's beautiful.

I love it. Thanks, Frase.

Silent night

Holy night...

It's a sword.

A sword. I see.

Well, calling Dr. Freud.

- Purely ceremonial.
You don't have to use it.

I see.

It's very nice.

All...

Is calm

All is bright

Ahhh...

- Cubans...
can't get those in heaven.

- They're illegal
in the United States.

- Come on, Constable.
Lighten up, it's Christmas.

- You know,
I already got one of these.

- Get out.
- I do. Merry Christmas.

- All right. It's OK.
- Mind if I, uh, donate it?

Yeah, yeah.

Ha, ha, cool.

Semi-automatic?
- Yep. No permit.

Hit the deck!

Assassin Santa, coming through!

Sleep in heavenly...

Peace...

Here we go!

Constable.

No, thank you, sir.

- Hey, who wants
to make a toast?

I got to toast, toast!

Bottoms up.

How 'bout you, Fraser?

You want to make the toast?

All right, um, ahem...

Christmas is more
than just a religious holiday.

It is a time that has come
to have special meaning for people

of many different faiths...
or lack of them.

My own Christmases,
I remember with a great fondness,

and, uh...
a certain sense of horror.

We always had Arctic tern
instead of Christmas turkey,

or see a buck-thorn bush
instead of an evergreen...

search-and-rescue flares
instead of Christmas lights.

But I've... I've learned
to forgive all of that.

Most of all,

Christmas is about forgiveness.

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Merry Christmas.

Hey, what's this?

Fraser, it's for you.

- For me?
- Yeah.

What is it?

It's my family.

Merry Christmas, son.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Sleep in heavenly...

Peace...

High winds 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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