All language subtitles for Due South s01e13 An Eye For An Eye.eng

Thank you.

Give me the money.

Money!Come on!

This all the money you got?

Yeah.

Take what you want.

Just leave me alone.

Keep your head down.

Keep it down, you understand?

Okay. 'Safety on the street is a matter
of common sense. You must ask yourself ...'

Damn. What? What?

You must ask yourself what?

'You must ask yourself "Is it safe to walk
in my neighborhood during the day or night?'"

This neighborhood? Of course
it's not safe. It's a slum.

What kind of bozo comes up
with a safety tip like that?

The Mayor's Blue Ribbon Panel
on Safety for Senior Citizens.

Yeah, a bunch of do-gooders sitting around solving
other peoples problems, sipping on cappuccinos.

I'm dead, Fraser. These
people are gonna eat me alive.

They don't seem particularly
threatening, Ray.

Old people just make me nervous.

Well you know, the aged are just
like people, too. Only they're older.

In the last five weeks, six of their
neighbors have been beaten and robbed.

Nobody can I.D. the guy.

We got no leads, and division
sends me down here to reassure them?

They're gonna rip me limb from limb.

Hey, maybe I should get a night stick.

Ray.
- Okay, okay.

Diefenbaker.

Now don't be selfish.I've told you, taking an hour out of your day to visit
with the elderly can be as rewarding an experience for you as it is for them.

Come on. When was the last time
I asked you to do a good turn?

No-no-no-no, that
was different.

Those were orphans and that
taffy pull was for charity.

Well, I shaved it out
of your hair, didn't I?

It's hopeless.

Step six. How can I prevent
myself from becoming a victim?

Deadbolts.

That's correct. Uh, purchase a strong deadbolt
lock, and be sure to keep it fastened at all times.

I got a dead bolt. It doesn't
help when the door jam is rotting.

Yes, and uh, windows. Make sure the windows
are fastened with key lock mechanisms,

And that bars are installed
on all the lower levels.

Yeah. Tell that to my landlord.

And while you're at it, tell
him to put in a hot water heater.

Yes sir, we appreciate your plumbing
problems but that's not what I'm here for.

Then what are you here for?

You sure didn't do nothing when
that animal attacked my mother!

I want to know what
you people are gonna do!

It's an honest question. Ray.

Well I realize that, Fraser, but the division doesn't want me to
answer it. They only want me to talk about deadbolts and window bars.

Well, perhaps these people don't
consider that to be a realistic solution.

Damn right, it isn't.

Will you keep your voice down?!

Yes, uh, when on the street, what is
the best method of personal protection?

Anyone?

A positive attitude.

I'm merely suggesting, Ray, that one
shouldn't allow fear to dictate one's actions.

Oh, and traveling in a group is good deterrent,
and it can provide some pleasant companionship.

Fraser, these people aren't going lawn bowling.
They're trying to survive in an urban hellhole.

Well, they can try to survive in it
alone, Ray, or they can meet the challenge.

But that's up to them.

It's easy for you to say.

Well yes, perhaps it is.

I haven't lived in this
neighborhood as long as you have.

Where I come from, the
challenges are quite different.

There are no drug dealers or
pimps, few thieves to bother with.

There's only the environment.

And surviving in the face of it
is the challenge of the Inuit.

A mother gives birth somewhere out on a glacier
field, hundreds of miles from the nearest outpost.

And she knows the odds are stacked against
her son even living to see the spring.

Disease, or lack of food, the elements.

And even if they should survive
and he should grow to be a boy,

she knows very well that all
he has to do is lose his footing

on the smooth surface of a
glacier and that'll be that.

In other words,

she should know that
her son cannot live.

So, why should she try?

Well, I know this woman.

I helped deliver her son.

She was weak and, uh, undernourished,

but the next morning she stood up and she
picked her child up into her arms and...

and she set out again into the
blinding snow and I think...

I think

that was the single most
courageous act that I've ever seen.

This is what's wrong with you, Fraser.

You see a problem and you gotta fix it.

You can't even go to the men's room without stopping and
telling some simple stupid charmingly witty Inuit story

that inspires people to take
on the worlds social ills!

Well I'm sorry, Ray, but I fail to see how a small group of people banding
together to form a neighborhood watch constitutes a form of political anarchy.

Well, at least this morning they
had the good sense to be scared.

Now there's probably hordes of them
wandering the streets doing God knows what.

Ray, that's just silly.

Remember, it's on your head.

If one of those old people so much as
slips putting up a poster on that ice,

just remember, you're the
one they voted block captain.

I'll remember that.

Oh
- what exactly is a block captain?

You'll be needing these.

We ordered them the last time someone
tried to do a watch in this neighborhood.

The guy got shot before he
could get them out of the box.

So far, so good.

Thank you Mrs. Fisher and Mr.
Porter. Thank you very kindly.

Mr. Rubens, there you go.

Can I keep it?

Uh, no sir, I'm afraid not.
- Do I get a badge?

None appear to have been provided.

How about a hat? That's nice.

You mean? -Yeah, your hat.

Oh well I'm... -What size is it?

It was 1942 and Benny Goodman was
playing his bit at the Orpheus.

And I'm telling you, back at that
time I could really cut a rug.

Would you like a taffy?

Now if anybody bothers you, you
take this, you put it to your lips

and you blow as hard as you can.

Elaine?

You think you can do that?

Good.

You ready?

On three.

One,
two--

Good morning, Mr. Colling.

I was hoping you'd join us.

I come here everyday.

What's new?

The neighborhood watch.
We could use your help.

I'm busy.

Uh, well, yes, sir. I
can see that you are.

He keeps to himself.

Ah. Shall we?

No, this is my post!

16th and Morgan. It's
marked right here on the map!

You're guarding my building?!

You, who twice cheated me at canasta?!

I didn't cheat you, old fool!

You fell asleep and missed your turn.

Well, the neighborhood is
definitely in safe hands now.

They just need a little drilling,
Ray. They'll get the hang of it.

Yeah, right.

Neighborhood watch meeting Thursday
night, I hope you'll join us.

I double checked every statement.I've interviewed the
neighbors, I've talked to every shop keeper on the street.

Nobody's seen this guy, and even
those who did can't describe him.

It's like the guy doesn't exist.

Well maybe he doesn't, Ray, at
least not to the casual observer.

He follows people through the neighborhood, he
beats and robs them, y et nobody notices him?

Apparently so, but we do know
he's in a position to notice them.

How else could he know his victim's movements well
enough to know when to rob whom and when not to?

Okay, so he notices them, they
don't notice him, but he's here?

He has to be.

Edith. I'm on my way. Edith!

Edith?

Hello?

Hello?!

Anybody there?

Hello?!

Hello?!

Hello?! -Hello?!Who's there!

Come in!

There's screaming down in the
passageway! Call the police!

It's all right, Mr.
Porter, we're on our way!

You see this face?

You take a good look.

You come back here again, and it'll
be the last face you'll ever see.

Hey. Hey!

Mrs. Chaffey, are you all right?

I seen him. He was following me!

Who?

I don't know. There was two of them.

Ray.

Now the attacker, was he the
smaller man or the bigger one?

I don't know. By the time I
looked they were both running away.

Okay, would it be safe to say that
what you actually saw was two big blurs?

Yes, I suppose it would.

Thank you very much, Mrs.
Chaffey. You've been a great help.

No wonder he robs old people.

Well why Mrs. Chaffey?
It's broad daylight,

she is wearing a red vest and carrying a walkie-talkie.
It's like mugging a bulls-eye. It doesn't make sense.

Which is why he picked another victim.

And where's the victim. Why did he run?

Well, for the same reason people
don't hang around to report crimes

either too intimidated or
too embarrassed. -Maybe.

You got a weapon?

I don't know. Probably
something big and blunt.

Vecchio, you'll get my
report in the morning.

Come on! Come on!

Great.

We got witnesses, we got
evidence, we still got nothing.

What about this.

Look at this, by the right footprint.

It looks like a crutch.

Or something he was using as one.

Diefenbaker?

- Hi, Gladys.
- Hello, how are you?

Hi, Dief! Oh boy. He's so embarrassed.

Now listen, I had no idea it
would come to this. I swear.

She's very nice, and there's a very nice
dog biscuit in this for you, I promise.

Come on, Corky.

Dief...

Oh boy. He's so embarrassed.

It's hideous.

It looks like his
right heel is dragging.

He must have been
injured in the assault.

The man he attacked was
indeed bigger and, I think...

wait a minute. It's this way.

He didn't climb it.

Well, maybe
his ankle is--

Even a young man with an injury
could step over a wall like this.

Okay, so he goes around the
fence, he hits the sidewalk

and the prints disappear.

Oh great, another dead end.

Gone.

The prints are still
here. The crutch is gone.

Maybe he pitched it.

There.

Aw, no, Fraser! Not another dumpster!

I am not getting into
a dumpster with you!

Fraser! There is no way I'm
getting in this dumpster with you.

Don't even think about
it, don't even suggest it.

Do you know how many suits I've
ruined frolicking in refuse for you?

Here.

Check these.

It's a waste of time. Half the stuff
in there will qualify as a weapon.

It has to be something
concealable. Probably under a coat.

No, that's not it. That's not it.

Ah ha! There it is.

That's not blood, Ray.

Oh sure it is. It's red and it's sticky.

Ketchup.

Well who sits in a
dumpster and eats ketchup?

Probably someone who likes French fries.

Uh-oh.

Come here ya little rugrat!

Come here, kid.

Where do you think you're going?

- Give me the bat!
- No!

Come on. Now, be a good kid
and give the detective the bat.

No! I found it. Get your own!

- Give it!
- No!

Ray, Ray. You know, children are
just like people, only smaller.

All you have to do is reason with them.

Now son, that bat is important
evidence in a criminal investigation

and we'd be most grateful
if you'd cooperate.

A hundred bucks!

I see.

Ray?

Okay kid.

Can you spell penitentiary?
Let's try it together. P-E-N-

Okay, here!

Scram.

Creep!

I reasoned with him. Ray, Ray, Ray.

Okay, I'm sorry but I got the bat
and this is definitely not ketchup.

But all the victims said
the attacker used a knife.

Now why would you
suddenly switch to a bat?

Who cares? This is evidence, okay? We match up the blood
type, we get lucky with a print, and we got ourselves a thief.

I was wrong.

No-no, you weren't wrong, Fraser!

Come on, we got a crime
and we got a weapon!

I tracked the wrong man, Ray. The
man with the bat is not the thief.

Aw, come on, Fraser,
don't do this to me!

At least wait up for me!

He waited here. The snow melted and then
refroze under his feet. An hour maybe longer.

You live to do this to me, don't you? No sooner do I find a piece
of hard evidence that may actually put an actual criminal in jail--

Well, I didn't say the man with
the bat isn't a criminal, Ray,

he just didn't commit the
crimes you think he did.

Oh, I see. I betcha it's that hero thing. One
flub and you think you have to over-compensate.

Look at these footprints.

We know from the victims that he only
preys upon the weak, and yet this man,

the man he attacked,
has long agile strides.

the man he attacked, has long agile strides. Whereas
this man, the man with the bat, walks with a limp.

He couldn't even jump a
fence to save himself, Ray.

He's old.

Now why would an old man try to rob a
man bigger and stronger than himself?

Maybe he felt threatened
by the bigger guy.

Maybe.Maybe this was his solution.

A vigilante.

I send you out to solve a
simple string of robberies

and you bring me a vigilante?A
senior citizen, no less!

Leftenant, the responsibility
for this is entirely mine.

Oh I'm sure it is.

You know, just once I'd like someone besides
the Mountie come into my station and confess.

Sir, I encouraged these people to not
allow themselves to be intimidated.

Now I had no right to compare my
experiences to theirs and offer up solutions

to a problem that was far more severe in
their minds than I could possibly anticipate.

That might be so, Constable, but
before you put on the hair shirt,

none of this would have happened if Detective Vecchio
would have found the thief before some little old man.

-He's right, Ray.
-Oh thanks, Fraser.

No-no-no-no. About
the little old man.

He waited for the thief in the park, which
means he knows the thief. He knows his movements.

So if we find the
vigilante, we find the thief.

Thank you very kindly, Leftenant.And, as usual,
our conversation has been extremely helpful.

I'm so glad, Constable.

Also, sir, I think you'll be pleased to know I've
taken the liberty of officially reprimanding myself.

Good, good. Put 'em in the
file with the rest of them.

-Get out of my office.
-Uh, yes, sir.

I thought the thief was
somebody nobody would notice.

He is. Unless you were patient, and had plenty of time
on your hands,and he didn't notice you noticing him.

So now we got two people noticing?

You have to have a clear vantage point,

somewhere with a view of both
sides of the tunnel. Here.

Fraser, old people do not
sit outside in this weather.

And if somebody did, he'd
be noticed right away.

'I come here everyday.'

Where's your coat?

This was his routine, Ray. Nobody
questions a man who keeps to his routine.

You can't arrest Herb
Colling for playing chess.

The bruise on his forehead.
I should have realized.

You're not a mind reader,
Fraser. You're just a Canadian.

Come on, maybe we'll get lucky and
he'll blurt out a spontaneous confession.

My fruit. He took my fruit!

Get out of the way, ya punk!

Good morning, Mr. Colling.

Do you mind if I...?

It's a public park.

You know, this park was created
after the great fire of 1871.

The mayor at the time,
uh, Joseph Medill,

dedicated it to all the citizens of
Chicago to enjoy freely and equally.

But people don't seem to
feel very free, now, do they?

In fact, most people seem
afraid to come here anymore.

I'm not afraid.

No.

I need your advice.

I found this in a dumpster.

Rather nice bat.

Hardly the sort of thing you'd toss
away in the garbage.Don't you agree?

You're in my way.

Oh, terribly sorry.

I thought it might be
valuable to somebody.

It's obviously been
very well taken care of.

It's been oiled and cleaned regularly.

The oil, you can see has
been worked into the grain.

As a matter of fact,

it's seeped it's way into the wood.

It's rather like the rings
of a tree, don't you think?

You see, I think this bat was a memento.

I think it belonged to someone who played
baseball, someone who loved the game.

What do you think?

I wouldn't know.

It's not your bat, is it?

No.

Well, that's strange. I saw a picture
in the trophy case in the center.

It was of a man with a boy's team

who's smiling, and he was holding a bat

very much like this one.

This was a nice park.

Forty years ago, people came from
all over from the neighborhood.

On Sundays they had picnics,

and sat in the shade.

There was a fountain over there.

Kids used to take off their shoes
and wade in it. Splashed everybody.

Made a hell of a noise.

Was full of life,

but look at it now.

When the muggers and the junkies
came the people didn't fight back.

They hid. Inside their
homes, behind their doors.

Until finally one day, when they
tried to come out, they couldn't.

They just couldn't.

Now, it's not much,

but it's my home.

I'm suppose to give it up? For them?

For you?

No.

Not for anyone.

Mr. Colling, this bat has
been used to hurt people.

this bat has been used to hurt people.

Now maybe they deserved it, maybe
they didn't. That's immaterial.

The law simply does not allow us to go about
hitting each other over the head with bats.

And if he tries again, I'll be watching.

So you decided to scare the vigilante by destroying
the only piece of evidence we have against him?

Well he may try again, Ray.
I felt it was worth the risk.

You know, Fraser, it's
about time someone told you.

It's the little things like this that make
them not want you back across the border.

I go to the counter, I buy
a paper. I give her a dollar.

She gives me my change, just
like we'd done a thousand times.

Only this time, she sees my
red vest and calls me Mister.

Not Rudy, but Mr. Porter.

So?

So, I wink at her and
she winks back at me.

We're going to bingo on Saturday night!

Hey, go figure!

This is unit 17. We got a problem at
Parkview Towers, third floor. Copy?

That's Herb Colling's building!

He's in here!

Mr. Colling?

Open up! Police!

All units. Intruder heading
west through the quad.

He's in the alley.

Thank you kindly, Mrs. Klapp.

I've got him.

He's heading south.

Behind the building!

Roger.

Watch out for the trash cans!

Thank you very much, Mr. Rubens.

Sick him, Corky. Sick him!

I'm sorry!

Turn left.

Turn right.

Face front.

Do you recognize any of
these men, Mr. Colling?

Mr. Colling?

- No.
- No? The guy slammed the back of your head into the wall repeatedly.

Don't tell me you didn't see his face!

Vecchio!

Perhaps you'd like to take another look.

I've seen enough.

All right, cut him loose.

Cut him loose? Lieutenant,
you can't cut the guy loose!

This won't end here.

He knows where you live. He
knows you've seen his face.

It will end.

And someone may die.

So be it.

You know, Mr. Colling, you had
the strength to swing that bat.

You must have the
strength to put it down.

-What?
- Nothing.

No, it's just I
can't help feeling --

-You see, that's your problem.
- What?

Feelings. Ya got to keep
the feelings out of it.

This way it's just a case. Just a
docket with a file number and that's it.

I suppose that's prudent....

That's an 'h'.

What?

Offender. You meant to
hit a 'd', you hit an 'h'.

- You heard that?
- Yes. Ray,

the
thing is--

Fraser, the guy had his chance, okay?
There's nothing more we can do for him, okay?

-You're right.
- I know I'm right.

That's a zed.

-What's a zed?
- A 'z'. You meant to hit an 's'.

All right, that's it. All right look, I'm trying to type
here, and what you're doing is really unnerving, okay?

I'm sorry.

Look, you don't know what the guy's
going to do. Maybe he learned his lesson.

Ray. He's determined and he's desperate.

And he doesn't want our help!

That's true.

Don't even think about it.

I was gonna compliment
you on your spacing.

- Oh yeah, right.
- I was!

All right, come on, look,
maybe we can't help your friend,

but the least we can do
is sit on his playmate.

Here's your I.D. back,
you check out just fine.

Now there's normally a three day cooling off
period, but you look like a reasonable man so uh,

in your case, I think we can waive it.

But uh, you're not going to go out
and shoot someone, are you, sir?

You bought yourself a fine gun.

You have any trouble?
Just give me a call.

Thank you.

Yeah, could I have the number for
the transit authority?...Uh-huh.

Yeah, a ticket to Philly. How much?...

What's that?...

Yeah....

Naw Naw....

Naw, I ain't got no credit
card....No, forget it. Forget it.

No, forget it. Forget it.

Oh, Irving. I should
quit one of these days.

Yeah you should.

Who would care?

Not my son.

He's suppose to be here every Thursday,
end of the month, take me to the check cash.

You think he make it? No.

Phone me up, got to work, can't make it,

could I make it on my own. I say sure.

Isn't that what I been
doing the last 70 years?

So, I'm off.

- Oh, uh, Irving.
- Yeah?

Well I just remembered, I left a
package at Azarelo's market up there.

I got to go there right now.

You want me to stop at
the check cash for you?

Oh I can make it, you know.

Yeah, I know but uh, no need for
both of us to make the same trip.

It's the police, Mr. Steg. Open up!

All right, stand back and watch
how we do things here in America.

No neighborhood watch, no
caring for your fellow man,

just good old-fashioned intimidation.

You know, Ray, your methods are a
source of constant inspiration to me.

Oh well, thank you, Benny.

Look at this guy. He's
a junk mail junkie.

You sure he didn't answer?

I made the call, didn't I?

- What about the Senior Center?
- No luck there, either.

There he is.

Mr. Colling?

Herb.

Where's Herb?

- He went to the check cash for me.
- Yeah, but that's his coat.

He asked to borrow mine. He
said he needed it for something.

What's wrong?

We just missed him.

- He doesn't follow them home, Ray.
- What?

He waits for them. He
already knows where they live.

He delivers junk mail to their doors.

He watches them cash their checks,then he cuts
across the park and gets there first. Come on.

Stupid old man. Huh?

- Ray, gates!
- I know.

You can't shoot me, man.

You're too old, man. You can't even see!

You can't even hold that thing straight!

Gunfire!

I know a shortcut.

You don't like that.

You're frightened!

I could take your money.

I could take your life.

You don't know which.

Which one should I take?

- Take it.
- No.

I don't want your money.

- Ray, sapling! -
Where? - Twelve o'clock.

Got it.

Take it! Take it man, come on.

There! There!

You stay there. What are you doing?

Drop the gun!

You are intending on
shooting this man, aren't you?

Good evening.

Fraser, what are you doing?

Well, I thought I'd
let him shoot me, Ray.

All Mr. Colling has to do is
shoot me, then he can shoot him.

Oh, as long as you've got a plan.

Get out of the way. It's
him I want. I just want him.

No-no, I understand. I understand.

After all he attacked you. He stole
your money. It's perfectly reasonable.

That man is evil.

And the boys you
attacked, what about them?

It's not the same!

Oh it isn't? Oh.

Oh now, you see, now I'm
not so sure I follow you.

I thought it was people like them that
had taken your neighborhood away from you.

And I thought you
wanted to take it back.

Now you see, Mr. Colling, from
now on you will have to decide

who's good enough to
walk on your streets

and sit in your park.

You will have to decide who should be
protected and who should be punished.

And if someone should just happen to get
in your way, someone you disagree with,

well then you will have to
decide whether they deserved--

Oh, now I see. Now I understand.

If you kill him then he can
never walk on your streets,

he can never hurt another person,
and he can never sit in your park

ever again.

I see your logic.

It's airtight.

Right. Right well then, he's all yours.

Hey! Hey!

Freeze!

I could have killed you.

Yes, I know.

Good plan, Benny.

Well actually, I was just kinda
making it up as I went along, Ray.

Heh heh, not you, Fraser!

- Yeah, really.
- Oh imagine that!

Come on, Mr. Colling.

So how much time did they give you?

Six months community service. You?

Five months, suspended.

Hey, I'm just a kid!

Play.

Why are we sitting out
here? It's freezing!

Because I like it.

Did you know there use to
be a fountain over there?

- Who cares?
- I do.

You sit here long enough,
maybe you will, too.

Play.

I packed his sweater and a nice new

Well thank you, Gladys.

And I'll see you on Saturday, Corky.

Well, it's just for an hour.

All right, all right, half an hour!

All right, ten minutes and then
we'll burn the tam-o'-shanter!

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