All language subtitles for Due South s04e12 Call Of The Wild 1.eng

On the first day the frost takes

and there's a sheen
of ice on the dugouts.

- And when you feel the wind coming
down from the north, bringing the snow.

- Head out on horseback
and there's a...

slanting of light from the east.

- Oh, I miss it, Son.
I miss it terribly.

Yeah, so do I.

You all right?

- I don't know. Life is odd enough,
but death, Son,

Lord God... they don't
even give you a road map.

Everything comes under scrutiny.

- What brought this on?
- I don't know.

Something in the air.

There's something stirring.
Do you feel it?

Yeah.

You know, I've had, uh...

I've had some very odd
dreams lately.

- About your mother.
- Yeah. You?

Well, I'm dead, I don't dream.

So I don't know what this
sensation is that I've got.

Athough it's very similar
to when Walter Singlefoot

laced my tea with knick-I-knick,

then seemed to turn into a 12-foot
alligator before my very eyes.

I don't know.

It feels like...

feels as though
your mother is very close.

Very close.

- Fraser, I hope for your sake,
you're talking to a fish.

- Hey, Ray. Hey, have a seat.
I'll, uh, rig you up a line.

Caught anything?

- No, but, you know,
ice fishing takes patience.

- You're going to need a lot of that,
'cause there's no fish in here.

- How do you know that, Ray?
- 'Cause it's a city reservoir.

Drinking water... No fish.

Oh...

You O.K.?

Yeah, yeah...

Just, uh...
- What?

I'm homesick.

Wait a minute.
- What?

Hang on a second.

Yeah, here we go.
- Set the hook, set the hook.

I got something.

Watch the drag, watch the drag.

Something big. He's hit.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Nice fish.

- Ever since I can remember,
I associated fishing with death.

Yeah, well,

you catch a fish, the fish dies,
then you eat the fish.

As a boy, I was in a camp,

and the guy who ran the camp
was a fisherman... of sorts.

He would throw hand grenades
into the pond,

and when the fish came up,

belly up, stunned, he'd just
scoop them up with a net.

- What was this, some sort of
summer camp or something?

No.

Auschwitz.

Oh, come on, guys,

I didn't mean to...

Well, what else do we know
about this man?

His name is Cartwright.

He has a couple of weapons
charges,

and associated with bad people.
- Very bad,

judging from the way he died.

Shot with a small rifle, probably
manufactured in old Czechoslovakia,

and the bullet tipped with
thallium... deadly poison.

Probably manufactured
in Bulgaria.

So, there you go... ballistics.

- Looks like he had a meet
set for tonight.

I agree.

Shall we?

- Look, Mort, I'm sorry,
I didn't realize that, uh...

Come on, Ray.

I didn't want you to feel sorry.

I find life interesting.

Even death I find interesting.

But fishing...

Fishing is ridiculous.

Dead guy.

Chicago P.D. hold it!

Muldoon.

- Know that guy?
- I knew him.

- What do you mean
you knew him?

He died 30 years ago.

Who is this Muldoon?

Holloway Muldoon.

He was a legend in the North.

A gifted trapper and guide.

The story has it, he once
carried an injured Hungarian

lepidopterist on his back
for almost 200 miles

through a raging blizzard.

Underneath this heroic exterior,
there lurked a criminal who,

for years, had been trafficking
in endangered species...

Grizzly bladder, puma pelts,
wolf fur...

Yes, I know, boy.

My father went after him.

The chase was epic.
It lasted for a year and a half.

- Year and a half?
- It was personal.

- You see, Muldoon's friendship with
my father placed him above suspicion.

The chase finally ended when Muldoon
fell into Six-Mile Canyon.

- Fraser, he's here in Chicago,
so he did not fall into Six-Mile Canyon.

Apparently, he survived.

- Look, all I know, Fraser,
we got two dead guys

and three scumbags shooting up
Chicago with a grenade launcher,

and a whole lot of work to do.

Is that about the gist of it?

- Oh, that was just the tip
of the iceberg, Son.

- Well, turns out
that your car body

was an associate
of your fishing body.

Name was Caesar Kahlil.
Simple sheet, actually.

Receiving stolen goods,
receiving stolen goods,

and, oh look, quelle surprise,
receiving stolen goods.

So he was a fence.

- Your powers of deduction
make a guy's head spin.

Thanks.

- This is interesting.
- It makes no sense.

I believe it's a code.

- Seems he had a meet set for today.
- Mm-hmm, this arrow would seem

to indicate it was connected
to last night's meeting.

- Yeah, the only problem is we have
no clue where this is happening.

- We know last night's meeting
was at Quincy and Orleans.

Taking this to be Orleans, this
to be Quincy, we have 13 letters.

If we plug those letters into
today's entry, we get...

"O-L-C-O... something, something.

Next word... something...
R- U-C... something...

I- N... something. "

Rucking... Trucking!

- And assuming it to be "trucking"
that gives us the "T",

Which gives us...
- Oh! Uh... Olcott trucking.

It's that abandoned place
on Wacker.

Very good, Francesca.

Rats.

Something wrong, Ray?

- No, rats.
- Ah, yes.

This place gives me the creeps.

- Him, too. He's never
been fond of rodents.

Showtime.

Hold it right there!

Chicago P.D. put down your guns!
- A.T.F. put down your guns!

Step out of the shadows!

Show us your ID!
- Don't talk when I talk!

This is not your jurisdiction.

- That's odd, agent Maddox,
because the last time I checked

the criminal code, homicide
was still under state jurisdiction.

Let me make it clear.

I go to meet a snitch,
I don't need interference

from some flatfoot city cop.

- Ha, this from the boys
who brought you Waco.

Wake up, your snitch is downstairs
chilling at the cold meat party.

- Gentlemen, perhaps it would be
more productive

to discuss the weapons smuggler.
- It's none of your business.

Someone starts shooting up Chicago
with a grenade launcher,

I figure it's my business.

- Wrong, lieutenant.
This is our case.

You keep your nose clear.

- For the record...
Waco was an act of God.

So?

- So, officially,
you're off the case.

Hey, if somebody wanted to
take this case up as a hobby...

Everyone should have a hobby.

Everything my father
ever did is in here.

Cross-referenced
by criminal and by crime.

- The filing is a little crude.
- Crude?

- But brilliant.
- Smart boy.

To find Muldoon...

- Hmm...
- What's up?

- A three-week period
without entry.

- Maybe he was busy.
- No, I don't think so.

The silence begins with
the day my mother died.

- Aha! You see.
I find Muldoon by simply

flipping to page 6
of... volume 9.

- I'd have rearranged the landscape,
torn down the mountains

and diverted the
rivers to catch Muldoon.

And I only had the slimmest
of clues.

He always managed to be
where no one expected him to be.

Usually that was where
he had just been.

Anything?

He doubles back on himself.

- He doubles back on himself,
does he, Fraser?

We've been waiting here
for two days.

Alls I got is a nose that runs
faster than a 3-year-old

at the Kentucky derby.

Look, I'm done-ski.
I'm out of here.

Had enough of this.

Freeze! Chicago P.D.!

What's that?

It's Russian lettering.

- What's it say?
- Well, my Russian's a little rusty,

but I think it's nerve gas.

And this one...

Oh, dear.

You have any gum?

We're in luck.
Seems to be holding.

You know, at first glance,
you wouldn't assume that gum

and string would be able
to... what's wrong with you?

- I got it.
- Got what?

Gas... I-I-I been gassed.

- Oh, no, Ray, I shouldn't think
you'd actually been gassed.

- I got tingling, hands are
tingling. I'm tingling all over.

- Ray, Ray, if you'd actually
been exposed to nerve gas,

you'd be experiencing different symptoms.
- Like what?

- Well, you'd have trouble breathing.
- Yeah, ah, I got...

You'd probably feel a bit dizzy.

And you might feel as though
you want to vomit.

You'd probably start bleeding
out of your nose.

Your bowels would release.

Most of all, though, you'd probably
be unconscious and dead.

Oh... I get nervous. I just, uh...

I got a bit nervous.

I'm O.K.

My bowels seem O.K.

- I'm relieved.
- What did you find?

- It's a footprint, belonging, I think,
to the driver of the car.

In which case, we can assume
reasonably, that he was or is,

an employee
of the Hotel California.

- You cannot tell that
by a footprint, Fraser.

I don't care if you can track musk ox
across the Atlantic Ocean,

you cannot tell where a person
works by their footprint.

Oh...

Gas.

We have a pretty good idea
which direction this wind is blowing.

Phone.

No, a real phone.
One with a dial.

Gas? You say you have gas, Sir?

A powerful gas.

It could wipe out thousands.
Possibly even more.

- I see. You have any idea
about the source of this gas?

Russian in origin,

and there seem to be
any number of clues,

none of which I can recall
at the moment,

that indicate that they pose a dire
threat to the city of Chicago.

Chicago?

- Get this straight, Son,
this is a lethal gas.

This could wipe out big cities
all across North America.

Have you considered
consulting a physician, Sir?

- Son, I think that you probably
have been hit by the dumb stick.

Would you put me on through
to your superior, please?

Yes, sir.

Inspector Thatcher.

- Inspector, one word: diethyl-
aminoethoxycyanophoxphene oxide.

- Oh my God.
- One milligram of that could kill a man.

Or a woman.

- I don't know how much would kill a
woman. Could be one, could be 10,

but that's not important.

The important thing is, there's
a darker thread to the story,

and it has all the telltale
signs of Muldoon...

One of foulest scum
who ever walked the earth,

next to Howard Stern, that is.
But it doesn't make sense,

'cause he's been dead
for 30 years.

- Unfortunately, rumours
of Muldoon's death

may have been greatly
exaggerated.

Ah... I see.

And, uh, Constable Fraser,
how's he taking this?

With his usual keenness, why?

Ah... then he doesn't know.

- Know what?
- About Muldoon and his mother.

I have half a mind to get down
to Chicago,

take a crack at Muldoon
myself...

But my detachment is green.

Better to have somebody here
at this end of the trail.

We do put the Mark on the soles.

Makes the boots part of a
uniform, discourages theft.

The only problem is, they became
something of a collector's item

and everyone was stealing them.

- I see, and how many
were 16 double wide?

- How'd you know the size?
- Well, we saw the print, Ray.

- Saw the print.
- One pair size 16 double wide.

- And they belonged to...?
- Toe Blake.

Toe Blake?

- Mmm, Big Toe Blake is his full name.
We let him go for stealing.

Naturally, he stole
his boots when he left.

Naturally.

- Big guy, big toe... big.
- How big?

Very big.

You know, Ray, it's really
a question of leverage.

It's not unlike bulldogging
a steer.

Wrestling an elephant.

- For some time now Ottawa
has suspected

that Russian military
equipment was being smuggled

through Canada for sale
throughout the world.

Naturally, headquarters
wants it stopped immediately.

Naturally.

- But this particular case that
sergeant Frobisher is working on

involves poisonous gas, which
is quite dangerous, you know.

- I've heard that about
poisonous gas.

- This particular gas though
is a variant on Russian tabun,

which is, in fact, diethylaminoethoxy-
cyanophosphene oxide.

Frobisher feels that
the shipment is, in fact,

large enough to basically
obliterate several small cities.

It's really quite exciting.
- Exciting?

Well, at the risk of
sounding self-absorbed,

a successful resolution
to a case of this magnitude

could provide me with a promotion
and a transfer to Toronto.

You're going to Toronto?

That's great...
for you, of course,

and you know if there's anything
I can do to help don't hesitate to ask.

I mean, a lift to the airport, anything.
- Thank you. I appreciate that.

- So, I guess Frase will be taking
over for you then, right?

Probably getting
a brand new income.

Maybe a big house, a bedroom.

- Constable Frase
is my second in command.

He's coming with me.

Huey! Dewey!

- O.K., big fella.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, come on.
- Come on, move it.

- We have to talk.
- You're touching me.

- Oh, ha, ha, ha...
- I'm like a cab.

Guy hires me to drive, I drive.

- The guy buys crates of nerve gas,
that's none of your business?

- Wow, look at him...
Incredible, isn't he?

- He's huge. I'd say at least...
- No, not him. Fraser.

Look at him.

- Nerve gas can kill
thousands of people.

You know how many years you're going
to do for killing thousands of people?

- Know how many times
they can execute you?

He was born on the tundra.

I mean, that's where he belongs.

You'll kill him if you
take him to Toronto.

A bit drastic, don't you think?

Look, I've been to Toronto, O.K.

Trust me,
nothing can survive there.

Look at him.
I mean, really look at him.

- He's some out-of-town talent
I got hired to fare around,

and I don't know nothing
about no gas.

- Look, pal, you had better
know something about him.

- I collected him at a hotel.
- Which hotel?

- Where I used to work.
- California. Let's go.

What?

- That man. I think
I've seen him before.

All right, I'll take the stairs.

- Hang on, here's a phone.
I'll call you the floors.

Five... six.

Seven...

11...

12. Do you hear me? 14...

- Clearly, Ray.
- 15...

You're breathing kind of hard.

20.

21...

22...

24.

That's it, Fraser, 24,
I'm on my way.

2409.

- You sure this is the guy?
You barely saw him.

Positive.

Housekeeping.

- Ray.
- Ray?

- Ray Vecchio.
- Ray Vecchio?

Oh, dear.

What's going on here?

I was under the impression
I was going to meet

Armando Langoustini
from the Iguana family,

southwest branch.
- You are.

- Who the hell is Ray Vecchio?
- Who the hell knows?

- Perhaps I could explain.
- Perhaps you should shut up.

- Perhaps he should talk.
Don't I know you?

Not directly, no.

I first came to Chicago
on the trail of the killers...

Fraser, not now.

- Fraser?
- Who are you?

- Who? Me?
- Yeah, you.

- Uh... what do you mean?
- What do they call you?

Am I still speaking English here?
- Yes, boss, beautiful English.

- So, what's it going to be,
funny guy?

You mean my name.

Oh, that.

Here.

- Ray Vecchio, Chicago P.D.
- You bring cops to a meet?

It's your room, pal.

They followed you in.
- Meaning what?

- Meaning this whole setup
smelled from the get-go.

Who are you, buddy?

I've seen you before.

Yeah, dead guy, get up.

Let's go. Get up.

In the bathroom.

You want to play hardball with the Iguana
family, you better have hard balls.

Still in the game?

I'm always in the game.

O. K... back-up location.

At 9:00.

Remember what I said before.

I don't wait.

- Hey, boss, you still
got a little bit of blood, right...

All right, clean up the bodies.

So long, Armando Langoustini.
It's been good knowing you.

For a full year,
I'm deep undercover.

Never waiting in line,
always getting

the best tables
at the best restaurants.

I live in a 9,000-square-foot Adobe
house at the edge of the desert

with a butler named Nero, who brings me
buttermilk night and day.

And everywhere I go
I sit in the back seat

of a black limo with my elbow
on the gangster lean,

and all this, all this
you wipe out with one word!

It's good to see you, Ray.

It's good to see you too, Benny.

Oh, Benny, that's cute.

- You could have got us
all killed.

- Sorry, I was so pleasantly
surprised to see you that I...

- Said something
completely stupid?

Yes.

Ha, ha, yeah, this is 317.

I need a clean-up unit at 2409.

Right.

So you're me.
- And you're not you.

- That's a good one,
unlike the clothes.

Something wrong with them?

- Well, nothing if you're...
a bag lady.

Well, you see, I had a rep,
I was a slick dresser.

- Oh, yeah, like a style pig,
you mean.

Ha, ha, you kill me, funny guy.

I see it's going to take
a lot of work

to get my reputation back in place.
- What place was that?

- Well, you see, these
three goons are going

to get one call each...
They'll call Vegas.

When they do, Armando Langoustini
is going to go up like flash paper.

Time to reclaim my old life.

- But that's my life.
- I'm afraid it is.

What are you grinning about?

- I knew you two
would hit it off.

- Muldoon has weaponry
for sale and a buyer.

He just needs somebody
to broker the deal.

So the A.T.F. places two agents,
a Kahlil and a Cartwright.

- Muldoon makes the agents
and kills them both,

so the A.T.F. suspects
an inside leak.

They turn to the FBI, who turns
to me, Armando Langoustini.

The mob brokers the deal.

And how does the deal work?

- Two stages... the first,
the nerve gas you stumbled upon.

The second is big and scary.

- And who's the buyer?
- Again, don't know.

Very cagey, very secret...
The basic idea was I'd broker

the deal and then we'd
Nail Muldoon and the buyer.

- Which doesn't work...
- Fraser and Ray show up

and blow the thing away.

- What now?
- The meet with Muldoon is at 9:00.

My cover should hold till then.
That's our window.

- O.K., we got to move.
Huey and Dewey?

You run down every location,
the whole layout.

Francesca, pull everything on
Muldoon, any possible connections.

Fraser, you run it
from your end, all right?

We've got six hours.
Let's use them. Ray.

Yeah?

- No, I mean, uh... I can see
this is going to be confusing.

Look, you be

Ray Vecchio 'cause you were
Ray Vecchio to start with.

Right.

And, uh, who am I?

- Good question. Well, you can be
Stanley Kowalski.

Stanley Kowalski?

His father liked Marlon Brando.

So, um, I just, uh...

O.K.

Later, Stanley. Sir!

- Tsk, what do you, um,
what do you think of me?

What do I think of you?

O.K.

- I'm not sure what it is
you're asking me.

Ha...

I guess that pretty much sums up
what you think of me.

It's just, it's just, um...

When I think of the sheer...
hours of female tonnage

that I've put into
this relationship, you know,

the dedication and the patience

and the night heart-to-heart
talks,

even if you weren't there,
I just kind of...

I just kind of hoped
or thought that...

that you would tell me.

I'm sorry, Francesca.

Tell you what?

That you're going home.

We're going home, Sir?

If we're present
for the capture of Muldoon,

we could virtually guarantee
ourselves a transfer.

What's the connection between
your mother and Muldoon?

- Don't you mean my father
and Muldoon?

- Oh, I was quite sure
that Frobisher said

your mother,
but as I understand it,

he's been having
some digestive problems,

so do you ever think about it,
Fraser?

- Digestive problems?
- Home.

- Oh, home, yes.
- As do I.

The air, the shopping,
the cafe lattes.

I miss Toronto like you'd miss
an old boyfriend you discarded.

- Toronto, Sir? I'm sorry,
it's just when you say home,

well, I tend to think
a little further north.

Oh.

- What the hell you think
you're doing?

How can you work here?

- No worse than the piles
of crap you left all over.

- My piles of crap are organized.
- My mess is organized.

- Well, why don't you just
organize it someplace else?

O.K.

Is that good?
- You got a problem?

- Maybe, just maybe I don't like
the way you're sashaying

around trying to take over
everything.

This is my desk.

It's my life.
Now, you get over it.

Well, you get over this.

- O.K., O.K., all right,
back off, Kowalski.

That's my brother
you're talking to,

so just stay out of his face.

And you, did they give you
testosterone shots

in the mob or what?

Work.

- Listen, I...
- Hey, forget about it.

It's just, you know, so sudden.

I mean, I knew... like,
I knew you were coming back.

I just didn't... think it
would be, uh, so soon.

I know.

- I mean, it feels like you died
and you didn't get everything done.

Yeah.

You know, that's how I felt
when I walked out of here.

How's Vegas been?

Ah, undercover's lonely.

That it is.

Well, you got Fraser.

Right.

Dad, why have, why have you...

Why... why...

Finish your sentence, Son.

An incomplete sentence is an early
indicator of a softening mind.

- You were going to leave
without telling me?

What else haven't you told me?

About what, specifically?

Holloway Muldoon.

- Someone's been talking
out of turn.

Your diaries.

Buck Frobisher.

- I've hidden some things from
you, Son, for your own good.

Muldoon was one of them.

I want you to believe me when
I say the man was truly evil.

I just didn't see it.

I trusted him.

Invited him into our home.

I called him my friend.

By the time I caught up with him...

I wasn't thinking.

So he didn't fall into
Six-Mile Canyon, did he?

I killed him.

I tried to, anyway. I imagine
that's why I'm still here,

trying to make up for it
in some way.

But where are you going now?

- To tend to something I should
have tended to a long time ago.

I'll come back.

Until I do, stay alert
and get Muldoon for me...

And for your mother.

And, Benton,
don't make my mistake.

Do it right.

- You know, Benny,
the desert's O.K.

and Nero does up a great buttermilk,
but this is the stuff I miss.

- Like old times, eh?
- Yeah.

Remember that time you locked
us in that vault?

- Yeah. And the water kept rising
until we almost drowned?

Yeah.

You know what I just said
about missing all this?

Forget I ever said it.
- Understood.

- You ever feel like you don't
know who you are?

Like, uh, if you weren't
around somebody

or that somebody wasn't
around you,

that, uh, you wouldn't be you?

Or at least not the you
that you think you are.

You know,
you ever feel like that?

Never.

Me neither.

- Wish me luck.
- You don't need it.

What's a fish with no eyes?

- What are you doing?
- We're practising.

- To pass yourself off as two guys
with serious head wounds?

No, the One-Liner.

We're going to open up
a comedy club.

- Yeah.
- Oh, God.

God help us all.

Hold it, Muldoon!

- Damn! Damn!
- Darn.

- I'm not sure
what I'm looking for.

Forgiveness maybe?

And I know I should have come
here when I was alive.

I was too apprehensive.

Now I'm dead.

But of course there's
nothing preventing you

from showing up here, Caroline.

It's not as though we're not
in the same place.

At least I hope we still are.

I miss you.

And I worry about our son.

I worry that I haven't
told him...

not everything.

And now he'll find out
on his own.

I hope he's all right.

Fraser!

- What are you guys doing here?
- Looking for our guy.

- He was ours before
he was your guy.

Where did they go?

- Hey!
- Jumpy.

It's this place...

- Hey!
- Jumpy.

The corridor branches off.

- Give it up!
- You haven't got a chance.

It's our bust.

In a pig's eye.

Our guy set it up.

- He's our guy and you nearly
got him killed.

- We'll split up. Take these guys.
- Muldoon's this way, Sir.

Shooting, your aim's lousy.

I need my glasses.
- Forget it, let's go.

- We don't have to go, you know.
- Up these stairs, Sir?

No, to Toronto.

I mean, if you don't...
We could go somewhere else.

- Understood. Shall we?
- Yes.

- Get out of here.
- Dad! Dad! Dad!

Daddy!

How's those glasses coming?

- Got them.
They were stuck in the lining.

- Surrender, Muldoon!
Your ammunition is spent.

You've nowhere to go.

- I still have this nerve gas,
Benton.

You recognize me?

- Something twigged
in that hotel room.

Made me think of your father.
And you know what?

He didn't get me, and I don't
believe you will either.

You know I'll never give up.

That'll make two members
of your family that I've killed then.

Oh...

Your father didn't tell you? Ha.

That's negligent parenting,
that is.

Your father wanted to arrest me,
but I had this shotgun.

An ugly affair passed down
from an uncle, ha, ha.

Your mother was a pretty woman,
Benton.

But when I shot her, she dropped
like a big old sack of potatoes.

Nice shot! Go!

- Huh?
- You want me to go?

- No, no, I can go.
- Then go!

60 seconds.

You got 60 seconds,
and then the nerve gas blows.

Give me your gun!
Give it to me!

- How the hell did we ever
work this with Fraser?

I don't know, go.

- We're going to have
to bridge this contact

and cut these two wires
while upside down.

35 seconds.

Let's synchronize our breathing.
- Right.

Ready?

One...

Two...

Three.

- Uh, they don't really
know whether, um...

I mean, it's still, it's
still in him, so, uh,

You can see him if you want,
but he's still out.

Um, Francesca.

Ahem.

I've been thinking
about what you said

about our... and I...

I know that I don't often say...

Um, I mean, I'm not particularly
skilled at expressing...

Franny, he likes you.

I know.

I'm glad.

So you found out, Son.

Why didn't you tell me?

- It seems misguided now,
but you were so young at the time.

Just a young boy.

I was full of rage.
I didn't want to pass that to you.

I wanted to protect you.

- He killed my mother.
I would have done the same.

I hope not, Ben.

I hope you never get
a chance to find out.

- Still talking to yourself,
Benny?

Ray.

It's just a flesh wound.

I've been waiting
all my life to say that.

It's not as much fun
as I thought it would be.

Just like old times, huh?

Unhappily, yes.

- Do you Mounties still
always get your man?

We try to.

Go get him, Benny.

Yeah, yeah.

It's for you.

Ah. Yes.

I see.

Right.

Thank you kindly.

That was Constable Turnbull.

Frobisher's questioned some
of Muldoon's known associates,

and apparently, whenever
he's in this vicinity,

he uses a small airstrip
known as Trumball Field.

So, what? We still partners?

If you'll have me.

Chicago ground
control, whisky tango.

One-niner requesting
taxi turns for runway three.

What the hell was that?
- Metal fatigue.

Are you all right?

- You know, Fraser, being your
partner has certain drawbacks.

Such as?

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

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