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[barking]

[echoing voices]

[arguing voices]

...But our lives
are on the line.

- Our jobs must be...
- Absolutely!

- Organized labour
in all its glory.

What do you think?

- It seems rather disorganized
to me.

I keep hearing
the word "strike."

- Strike? No, no.

You see,
a strike would be illegal.

What you do is you cram
50 guys into one room,

then you figure out who's gonna be
the first to come down with the flu.

Cough, cough.
Well, what do you know?

They all have the flu now,
the blue flu.

What appears to be a strike
isn't actually a strike at all.

Just 50 guys
who can't wait to get home

and shake hands
with the unemployed.

[phone ringing]
Would you mind, please?

- I'd be honoured.
- Detective Division.

- Squad room. Yes, sir.

You'll have to...
you'll have to calm down,

and can you tell me
your name, please?

Henry.

Uh, Henry.

Do you have a last name, Henry?

No, I'm not trying
to be inquisitive.

- This offer is insulting!

They're laughing at us!

We deserve respect!

- I am not a police officer!

I am a man!

- Henry, don't you see?

You're creating
an impossible situation.

I can't be expected
to know everything.

No, I think you should
sit down with your wife.

I think you should talk to her

and I think
you should listen to her.

No, no, no, no, Henry.

I'm not suggesting
that your wife is always right,

but in this case,
she may well be.

Yes.

Well, yes, I do believe
that a 3/16 ratchet-head wrench

is exactly what's called for.

Yes, I am Canadian.

It's my pleasure and,
uh, thank you kindly.

- What do you think
you're doing?

[phone ringing]

- People are calling for help.

- But you don't work here,
Fraser; we do.

We'll handle it.
Come on, amscray.

Chicago P.D.

Area 7 Detective Division.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You work here?
- Yeah, one of the very few.

- Yeah, I'm, uh, Janet Morse.

I'm in from Montana and...
- Hi!

- Hey, hey, hey, I told you guys
to wait in the truck. Robbie!

- Your name, sir?

Bob.

- Let's see what's in this room.

- Hmm, how do you spell that?

[shouting]

- Honey, Annie, can you tell your
sister not to be scared, please?

- There's nothing
to be scared about,

until the swamp monster
eats your head.

- Mommy.

- Thanks a lot.
Sorry about this.

- No way, a Mountie!

- It's pretty cute, actually.
- Yeah, if you're into pain.

Annie, honey,

will you go and get your brother
for me, sweetheart, please?

- They got a candy machine.

- Jeez. Just give me a sec.
Sorry.

Kids, kids, hey, hey, hey!

- Now, how do you...
- Jeez, sorry, excuse me.

...if you happen to wake up...
- I'm sorry.

...feeling not so good...
- Sorry, excuse me.

...and exercise your right...
[clanking]

Gun!
Freeze!

[cocking guns]

- Hi, guys. Little touchy today?

- Mommy, I want to go back
in the truck.

- Okay, hon.

- Mom, could I have 50 cents
forthe candy machine?

- Wait, sweetheart,
Mama's a little busy right now.

Gentlemen, please, I'm sure
she has a legitimate reason

for having this weapon.

- Excuse me,

want to get the gun out of my face?
You can all relax

with the gun action.

What are you,
Arnold Schwarzenegger?

She does have a legitimate reason.

She's a bounty hunter.

- Anybody got a problem
with that?

Okay, I'm just
gonna be a minute, okay?

So everybody,
don't move a muscle and be good.

Right, okay?

So this is all the paperwork?

- Yeah, uh, it's Bradley Torrance.
Charge is forfelony

weapons possession,
skipped out on $25,000 bail.

I'm in the employ
of HectorJ. Jones,

bail bondsman,
Billings, Montana.

So you got a copy of everything,
including the registration for my gun.

- Guns.

- Yeah.
- Guns.

- Just a few.

- Bounty hunter?
You're a bounty hunter?

As in "Wanted dead or alive"?

- Dead or alive,

seriously injured, whatever.

Okay, give me back the gum.
Now, we had a deal here.

Where's your sister. Annie?

- Over here.

- Sweetheart,
can you just help me

out here with the kids?
- Hey, you're the mother.

- I know that I'm the mother.

- Sorry.

It's just that firearms accounted
for 39,595 American deaths last year.

1,441 of them were accidental.

- And less than a half of 1%
involved licensed professionals,

and there were circumstances
in each of those cases.

- True enough.

- But thanks.

[banging]

- Fraser,
can I have a word with you?

- Excuse me.

- So this is really cool.
Have you always been a bounty hunter?

- Nah. You know,
I started out in construction,

and then I worked the rigs
for a while.

I did a little bit
of trick riding...

- These kids are immature.

- Well, they're children, Ray.

- Trick riding?

Wow, that must have been...

- It's hard on your back.
- Yeah.

- And you know, it's murder
on the kids, the hours.

- They're just gruelling.

So I thought bounty hunting,
you know?

The money's good,
you can set your own hours.

Get a little time off

to spend with the kids.

Got it, thanks.
- Good.

- Good catch.

- Thanks.

- You know, could you run
a quick plate for me before I go?

- You... you...
you want me to run a plate?

Yeah, could you run a plate?

- You mean like a dinner plate?

- Is he really a cop?

- Yes, actually, he is.

- Unfortunately, you've...

you've stepped
into the middle of labour unrest.

- Blue flu.

- Yeah, we're all sick,
very sick.

And, as you can see,
our hands are full, very full.

- So you can't run a plate
for me.

[phone ringing]

- No.

- That's great,
that's really great.

I really appreciate
the professional support here,

and the, um...

Forget it, just forget it.

It's okay, I'm fine,
I can do it myself. Come on, kids.

Let's go, we're out of here.

Annie, come on, honey.

Little smile on yourface,
please.

Just a little cooperation.

Come on.

- Ma'am. Ma'am?

- What?

- Your weapon.

[sighing]

- Dammit.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, ljust...
I'm not getting enough sleep.

- Triple!

What?

Look, I can't break ranks
on this.

- Understood.
- No, I can't!

Look, Fraser, I can't!

- I heard you, Ray.

I understand.

[phone ringing]

- I don't need the help,
you know.

I like working alone.

- Well, actually,
I'm not a licensed police officer

in this jurisdiction.
- You're not?

- No, I'm afraid not.

- Well, then what the hell good
are you?

- I thought perhaps I could help
look afteryour children.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Ace.

- Well, yeah, okay,
you could do that.

- Done.

- I'm just gonna warn you.

If you'll be hanging around,
I got a temper.

- People say the same about me.

- Really?

- Uh, no.

- Kind of a long way from home,
aren't you?

- As are you.

- Yeah, as am I.

- You're sitting on Toad.
- Am I?

Oh, dear.

Oh, uh, so I am.

Rib-rib-rib.

- Thanks.

- Did I hurt him?

- You can't hurt him,
he's stuffed.

- Bozo.
- Robbie.

- No, he does have a point.

- Mom makes friends really easy.

- Well, that's an important
ability to have in life.

She does it
so she can find stuff out.

- Well, that's important too.

- Bozo.

- You're a bozo.

- He's a bozo.

- You know something?

I think we're all bozos.

- Okay, I got you some mints.

So before you start hollering

that they're not up
to the Holiday Inn standards,

I want you to know
that's all they had.

- Thank you kindly.

- Well, that was
the fugitive's girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend, actually.
He knew her in Montana.

- Has he contacted her here?

- Mm-hmm.

Got an address.

- Well, before we visit him,

I wonder
if I can make one suggestion.

A potential babysitter.

- So they sit right there,
the criminals, they sit right there?

- Yeah, and then we ask them
questions like, uh,

if somebody got whacked, we go,
"You whack that guy?"

- And if they don't cooperate?

Do you yell at them?

- Yell at them?
Well, I sup... Yeah, sometimes.

- You must have kids.

- In here? Not that often.

- No, I mean you. You got kids.
- Oh, me?

No, I mean, uh, I wanted kids,
but my wife didn't, so...

- Say you caught a bad guy.

Say you caught him
and he's a bad guy.

You take your handcuffs

and you put them
on the bad guy's wrist...

- Yeah, like that, right.

Nah, no, no, no, no.

- Okay, and then you get the bad guy,
and you get him in the corner.

- Yes, sometimes we do that.

- And then you lock
the bad guy out.

- Yes, we do that once in a while,
but then we let him go, so...

Hey, kids, keys!

Hey, that's not buddies.

I hate you.

- Nobody home.

- No one's answering.

- We'd hear him breathing
if he were in there.

- True enough.

Maybe we can find a manager
who will let us in.

- Well, we could do that,
sure, but...

Why bother him?

- How long have you been doing
this kind of work?

- Not long. Why do you ask?

- You seem to have natural
aptitude for it.

- Well, I grew up in Montana

and, uh, my dad was taking me
hunting with him

by the time I was three.

I gotta tell you

that there is not
a lot of difference

between bear hunting
and hunting bail jumpers.

- I suppose not.

Though I find the scent trails
much more useful with bear.

- Well, that's true.

And the scat's more informative.

- Oh.

Scat in the city
is virtually useless.

- Especially in the winter.

- I know, well, everything is...

Uh, how much do you know about
this man that you're hunting?

- Enough.

- Is he dangerous?

- Not particularly.

Three-hundred bucks.

- Are you planning
on taking that?

- You... you have a problem
with that.

- Well, ordinarily, yes,
I have a problem with theft.

- Well, sure.

But, uh, this is evidence.

- Oh.

- The fact that he has $300.

I don't usually do this.

But it just means
the kids and I

won't have to spend another
night in the truck.

- I understand.

- Hold it, sweetheart!
- Hey,

don't shoot.
- Ride's over.

- We... we can cut
some sort of a deal.

Right?
[tires screeching]

- Down!

- Shouldn't we do something?
- What?

- About the bad guys?
- Oh, right, the bad guys.

- Get out of there!

- Torrance!
- Get out!

- You rotten scumbag.

- You're gonna get us killed.

- I ought to pull your head off!

- Let go!

[sighing]

- Sorry, my fault.

- No, I think that was my fault.

- No, I... I couldn't get a grip
on that wheel.

- Well, I was holding a shotgun.

- Yeah, but I could've
spun him out.

- I could've blown out
his tires.

- This isn't some penny-ante hood.
This smells like the real deal.

Maybe there's something
you forgot to tell us.

- I didn't realize
you were working on the case,

but since you asked, no.

Nothing I forgot to tell you...
It's Bradley Torrance:

small-time slime-ball chiseller,
pure and simple.

- Small-time guy
with big-time guns chasing him.

- Maybe it was mistaken identity.

- That seems unlikely,

given the probability
that the men in question

followed us to Torrance.

- What?

- I noticed them behind us
a few times when you were driving.

- You might've mentioned that.

- Well, I assumed
you were aware of them.

- Yeah, maybe I was
and maybe I wasn't,

but you know, those assumptions
can be dangerous.

- You know, you're quite right.
I stand corrected.

- No, no, no, no.
I should've noticed.

- Listen to you two.
You need professional help.

- Psychiatric?
- No, cop help.

- Well, hey, I tried.

- But we're in the middle
of something here.

- So you keep saying.

- I don't like hairbags shooting up
the city any more than you do.

- With all due respect
to your collective illness,

you think I could find a detective
who'll work on an actual crime?

- Keep it real, man.
Francesca?

Get this shotgun
up to forensics,

see if you can get some prints
or something off it.

- I'm on the phone.
- Afteryou get off the phone.

Hey, hey, hey. I got
the description of the shooters.

I want that out to all the beat cars.
Make copies, okay?

- We have plenty of cases
on our desks already

which deserve our un...
focused, undivided attention.

- Hey, no jumping the line.

- Look, I'm gonna have to
deal with this later, okay?

- Yeah, sure, no, that's fine.

- I'm sorry.

- No, you've been a terrific help
and, uh, I should go.

Okay, come on, kids.

Saddle up, let's go find
ourselves a motel.

I don't believe it.

- What?

- It's gone.

That scumbag took it.
The 300 bucks.

- Mommy, I'm tired.

- Okay, honey, come on.

Can you recommend
a good parking garage?

Preferably one that doesn't
get too much morning sun?

Let's go.

- Constable Turnbull?

- Wow!

- Ah, sir.

- Constable,
this is Janet Morse;

these are her children:
Annie, Robbie, Sue.

- Hello.

- And they will be
sleeping here tonight.

- I want to sleep up there.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- No, no, no, no, no.

Uh, it's just that nobody
can sleep up there.

It's the queen's bedroom.

- The queen sleeps here?

- Oh, she could.

Uh, whenever she's in Chicago,
um, the regal suite

will always be ready for her.

- But she's never
actually slept there.

- No.

- Princess Di?
- No.

- Fergie?
- No.

- Has anyone slept there?

- Oh, yes, indeedy-do.

The chairman of the Beef
Marketing Board, huh?

- I have some bedding
in the, uh...

- Oh, Bobby Orr slept here once.

And K.D. Lang.

Uh, but not at the same time,
for obvious reasons.

- You live here?

- Yes. Well, uh, until I find
something more permanent,

which, I imagine,
will be pretty much...

- Like this?

- Yes, I suppose so.

- Well, you don't need much.

- No.

- It's very peaceful.

[clanking and glass breaking]

- Hey, you kids, come here.

Ow, that smarts.
- Excuse me.

- Quite a smack
for someone your size.

- Suzanne?
- Uh-oh, here comes Mom.

Now you're gonna get it.
- A minute of yourtime, Son.

I don't know.

They said apple wood
lasts longer,

gives off a pleasant aroma.
That may be true,

but it's damned difficult
to get it to burn.

- What do you want, Dad?
- Interesting woman.

- Yes, she is.

- Nice kids.
[Fraser chuckling]

- What are you trying to suggest?
- I'm not suggesting anything, Son.

Just that lately,
I've been thinking a lot

about grandchildren.
- Grandchildren.

- Well, you know,
I'm getting on.

- Getting on? You're dead.

- Yes, I am, and in death

I'm learning to appreciate
the importance of family,

all of those great times
we had together.

- Mom and I saw you about
once every 16 weeks

and sometimes then
you slept out with the dogs.

- There was always
a good reason, Son.

No, no, my mind is harkening
back to those special times.

You know, all those
great family dinners.

- We never had family dinners.

- Well, God willing, someone
will die before Christmas

and I'll have them for dinner.
Maybe your cousins Douglas and Dwayne.

They were always fun.

In the meantime, make
a close appraisal of this girl Janet.

She'd be good foryou.
She's sturdy.

- Sturdy.
Great advice, Dad.

Really, top drawer.
- Thank you.

That's all right, Son.
Door's always ajar.

[blowing]

- Now, I thought
we discussed this.

Absolutely no going upstairs.

- Constable,
have you seen Miss Morse?

- Um, she's, uh...

All right, listen.

Just continue doing
what you're doing for, uh...

Just continue doing it.

Uh, but, sir...
- Good man.

[sighing]

- Okay,

I've got an idea.

I'm gona read you a classic story,
Gulliver's Travels.

It's a story about a man

who travels around the world
having adventures.

- Like our dad?
- Is your dad a giant?

[door slamming]
Ow!

- Come on!

- I found this on a boot
in his closet.

I believe the mixture
to be composed of mud,

rubbing alcohol,
straw and horse sweat.

- I find that all
very interesting, Fraser.

- My conclusion is that it comes
from the nearby stables.

Now, Ms. Morse was with me
when I found it.

She'll be at the stables
even as we speak.

- You "overstand"
my position on this, Fraser.

I cannot break ranks on this.
- I understand this completely.

I was hoping we could explore
the possibility of paid duty as,

say, a supplement to your income.

It's my understanding
that it's a common practice

for many police officers
to lend their services

in areas such as crowd control,
or additional security.

- Yeah, well...

- So how much would it cost me
to hire you to accompany me?

- To the stables?
- Correct.

- 50.
- 40.

- 30.
- 20.

- Done.

- Lilliputians... Lilliputians
are little tiny people

that make Gulliver
look like a giant.

- Like you?

- Well, I suppose
I am kind of tall.

- He's a real bozo.

- Yeah, and I got an idea.

Just do what I say, okay?

- Okay, whatever.

- What?

[horses whinnying]

- Huh! Jesus.
- Sorry.

- Oh. Kids okay?
- Yeah, they're fine.

- Oh, good. Sorry to duck out.
- Oh, that's all right.

- Look, I don't mean
to interrupt, but is he here?

- Yeah, head groom said she hired
a new guy about four months ago.

Different name,
but it sounds like him.

- Torrance!

We're here to help.

- Stop! Chicago P.D.!

[car starting]

Some people you just can't help.

- You have beautiful children.
- They're rats.

But you know,
when you see them like this,

you remember why
you really wanted them.

- You're lucky.

- Yeah, I am.

You know, it's... it's really
nice of you to do this.

- Oh, it's my pleasure.

- You mean that?

- Yes.

- You miss home?

- Yes. You?

- Oh, yes.

Got a place?

- Mm-hmm, Fortitude Bay.

It's a four-day hike
from Chilcoot Pass.

It's very peaceful...

well, once you get past
the lava springs and the polecats

and the poisonous
tundra beetles.

You?

- Yeah, yeah, I do, I, uh...

- Here, let me. I'll move this.

- Got a cabin just by a waterfall
outside Whitefish.

You know, built it myself.

It's a pretty little place,
but...

I don't know,
I don't get out much there anymore.

- It's very easy
to become disconnected.

- That's right, it is.

All these problems come crowding
in, and everything's racing,

and I get to the point
ljust feel

like I'm never gonna feel
that peace and comfort again.

Ahh.

- You might feel a little more
comfortable without the ankle holster.

- Oh, right,
I forgot about that one.

I don't know, it's just...
it's just hard sometimes,

holding this whole thing
together.

- I'm sure it is.

- Sort of lonely, and, uh...

I don't know
why I'm telling you

all this, ljust...

ljust feel
like I can trust you.

Can I trust you?

- Yes.

- Can I trust you to kiss me?

- I, uh...

- Resist.

- I can't.

- You're right... you're right.

- No, no, I didn't mean...

- No, I've got those three kids
in there.

I've got this husband
to settle up with.

ljust feel like I know you.

- I know.

- Well, thanks a lot.

- Look at that face.
Like a young cadet

who just snuck a radiologist
into the dorm.

- What are you talking about?

- Don't get stroppy.
It was before I met your mother.

- What is wrong with you?
- Some people are vulnerable.

Theirforce is at a low ebb.

It's not right to take advantage
of people in such a position.

- You're right, I...
I behaved improperly.

- Not you. Her, Son.

You don't want
to rush into these things.

- What kind of thing?

- You're building a house... do
you want to start with the roof?

No, you start
with the foundation.

One brick on another brick.

Then the floor, then some walls,
couple of windows...

Gabled something would be nice,

an aureole ortwo,
some stained glass.

Then you think about the roof.

- By any chance, do they have any
psychiatrists in the afterworld?

I mean,
someone who could help you?

- Let's face it, Son,
you need somebody.

I think this Janet has got

a lot to recommend her.

She's bright, capable,
and above all, she's sturdy.

But you got to take it
one step at a time.

All this house stuff
I've been building up to,

she could be yourfoundation.

- Do you mind?

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'll sleep in there
with the kids on the floor.

- No, no, please,
you sleep here, and I'll, uh...

I'll make other arrangements.

- No, I can't. l...

- Please.

- You're sure?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Good night.

- Good night.

All the stars
have fallen from the sky

And everything else in between

Satellites
have closed their eyes

The moon is gone

To sleep

Unloved

Unloved

Unloved

Unloved

- Fraser.

Fraser!

- Good morning, sir.

- What's going on?

- 'Morning.
- 'Morning.

- Toothpaste?

Great.

- Uh, your, um...

- Office.
- Right.

Oh, dear.

Tell me, Constable, are we
running a five-star hotel?

- No, sir.

- Afly-by-night motel?
- No.

- An orphanage?
- No.

- Perhaps, then,
it's a bordello.

- No, sir.
- So, in conclusion,

this is not a place
where travellers sleep,

nor is it a daycare,
and it is definitely not

an institution
where you bring wayward women

to satisfy animal needs
in unmentionable underwear.

- Do you mean desires, sir?

- That's what I said.
- So you did, yes.

- Good, I'm glad we agree.
I await your report with bated breath.

Dismissed.

[groaning]

Fraser!

[groaning]

[laughing]

Oh, those kids, sir.

What a hoot.

- We got lucky...
prints on the shotgun

match the fingers of this guy.

- That's the shooter.

- His name
is Harvey "The Nail" Lopez,

and he works out of Denver
for some mob man.

- Mob guy.

- Guy... man... dude.

Gonna split a hair overthis?

The nail's from Denver,

and he works
for Lester "The Bull" Rivers.

Where do they dream up
these names?

Or do they look through
some big book to find them?

- They got a big book.

Uh, long-term bad guy,
suspected in three homicides.

Hard-core pro.

- What's the connection

between Bradley Torrance
and organized crime?

- She's the one looking for him.

- For bail jumping,
not for a major crime.

- And you just happened
to have two hit men behind you.

- So what are you implying?

- I suppose you didn't know
he's got a bagful of mob money.

- Bradley?

- Bradley.
Organized-crime squad in Denver

says he ripped 'em off
for a couple of mil,

say there's a contract
out on him.

I suppose these guys are here
to fill it, maybe with a little help.

- You think
I'm working with them?

- Well, they couldn't waltz in
here and get the police to help.

- No, Mother Teresa couldn't walk
in here and get any help.

- 'Cause she can't walk, for one.
- All right. Excuse me,

I think we should concentrate
on finding Torrance.

Now, we know that he's got
two contract killers after him.

There will undoubtedly
be additional bounty hunters.

He can't return
to his motel room,

because the police on the
street are looking for him...

- Well, if there were
any police on the street.

- Well, what would he do
in this situation?

- He'd find a woman to help him.

- Wait. More bounty hunters?

- Look, I haven't seen him
for days.

- Aw, come on, Helen,
we're just trying to help him.

- Like I should
really believe that.

- No, I shouldn't have said
I was his sister...

- Whoa, whoa, gentlemen.
Chicago P.D.

- We're the bounty hunters.

We want Bradley Torrance.

- Yeah? Well, get in line.

- There! Get him.

It's all over.

- Going back to Big Sky Country.
- Hey, I saw him first!

- He belongs to me.
[gunshot]

- He's mine.

I laid claim to this stake

long before you boys
even heard his name.

- You think so?

- I know so. January 13, 1986.

South Ridgeway Baptist Church,
11:35 a.m.

I married this schmuck.
He's mine.

- Well, here we are.

Who would've thought
it would come to this?

- My mother, my sister,
most of my girlfriends.

- Why didn't you tell me
you had a wife?

- Can't build a relationship
on mistrust.

- I guess you didn't think
it was important

to tell us he's your husband.

- I don't get help from the cops
saying I'm after a deadbeat husband,

especially not
my own deadbeat husband.

But I, um,
I should have told you.

- Why? you got something going
with hat boy here?

- Hey, what's it to you?

- I'm a student of human nature.

- What's a Mountie doing here,
anyway?

- His name's
Constable Benton Fraser.

He came to Chicago
after his father's killers.

for reasons
that don't need explaining

at this juncture,
he has remained a lesion...

- Uh, liaison, Ray.

Attached as liaison
with the Canadian Consulate.

You know, it may be possible

that your husband
had a reason for leaving.

- Yeah, he's a pig.

- Apart from that,
a different reason.

- Right... What would that be?

- I'm referring to the killers
who are pursuing you.

It might be he didn't want
to lead them to his family.

- That takes guts.
- Ha!

Didn't think of that, did you?

Many guys would've led
armed men to theirfamilies.

But not me...
if that's a crime, I'm guilty.

- Hey, give the guy a chance.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He left six months ago.

- Excuse me, excuse me.

I hate to break up
a love connection,

but there's the matter
of an outstanding warrant,

so I'll take our little friend
to the station and sort it out.

- This is all a big mistake.
- Usually is.

- No, I'm serious,
it was stupid.

- Yeah, that much I can believe.

- Hey, you fart-hammers
pull those weapons in Chicago,

say goodbye to them, okay?

- No, listen,
I was playing the horses.

I wound up owing Lester Rivers
around 50 grand,

so he says he's gonna forget
the whole thing

if ljust run
this little errand for him.

What? What are you doing?

Nothing, no, I'm sorry.
Please carry on.

- I thought
you were gonna kiss it.

He wasn't going to kiss it,
was he?

- You're lucky
he didn't lick it.

- So anyway, I go,
I pick up this package

from these two
very nasty-looking guys

to take back to Lester,
and I opened the package.

Look, did you ever
see $2 million, huh?

Well, I'm looking at it,
it's all green and beautiful,

and I'm thinking this is
the last chance I got

to do anything for us,
you know, forthe kids.

So, so I lie low
for a few days,

and then I hear
there's this contract out on me,

and I figure maybe this hasn't been
the best move that I ever made.

So I go, I buy a couple of guns
from this guy that I know,

and they bust me forthat.

I bail myself out and I run.

- To protect the children.

- Right, right, to protect
them... and Janet.

You don't know
what it's like for me,

you earning all the money,

what it does to my self-respect.

- Aw. So you're saying
you're not really a deadbeat,

you're just really stupid.
- Right.

- Touching. Get in the car.

- Look out.

- Hey! Chicago P.D.

[gunshots]

- Get in!
- Lester.

- Get in!

Get in the car!

Go!

- Dammit!

Damn, damn, damn.

You just let him get away.
- I didn't, you let him...

- You are some Cracker-Jack cop,
aren't you?

- Hey, hey, your husband...
Excuse me, I think

we should be asking ourselves,
Where did they take him?

From the mud and manure under
his fingernails, my guess...

- The stables.
- Correct. Ray, shall we?

- Yeah, you realize, of course, this
is going to cost you another 50.

- 40.
- 30.

- 20.
- Done.

- You pay this guy?
- Canadian funds.

Well I walk along the rings
for miles

And miles
I've know kings and king-makers

Poets painters and paupers

I've danced

Danced on the rings of Saturn

Still your pilgrim soul's
the only thing that ever mattered

Yeah you're everywhere

Yeah you're everywhere...

- I don't know
why this has to be so big.

It's only a bag.
I mean, you could bury a body...

- Just do it, okay?

- Lester,
I'm giving back the money.

You said if I give back the money,
you're gonna let me live.

- Dig!

- Thought you knew
where we were going.

What are we going to do now?
What the hell?

[arguing]

[horses whinnying]

- I'll call for backup.

[ringing]

Vecchio. Uh, it's an emergency
at the racetrack.

I need backup.

Don't put...
don't put me on hold.

[Musak]

- We should wait for Ray.

- Yeah, till the strike's over.

- I have no arrest authority
here.

- I do.

Hold it!

Want him dead? Or alive?

Drop the gun.

- Don't do it, Jan.
They'll kill you.

- That was really unselfish
of you, Bradley.

- Thank you.

- Okay, so he's a nice guy.

I'm still gonna kill him.

[horse whinnying]

- Thanks. You shouldn't have
done that, but thanks.

- Yeah, well,
I did it forthe kids.

- Shut up! Pass me that bag!

Give me that bag!
Get it up here!

- Down!

- Good work, Ray.
I'll get the other one.

- Down.

- Watch this one, okay?
He's worth 1,200 bucks.

- Kiss the dirt, kiss the dirt!
Get down there!

I don't wanna see you!

- Oof!

- Fraser! Fraser!

Oh.

- Good riding.
- You too.

- Oh, thank you.
Thank you kindly.

I thought I drifted
to the left a little.

- No, no, not at all. Actually,
I was crowding you a little.

- Oh, no, no, it's, uh...
I'm very inexperienced.

- Really? You have
a wonderful natural aptitude.

- You think so?

- Yes, yes. You everthought

of riding trick in a rodeo?

- No, no.

Although, you know,
now that you mention it,

I was once involved in something
that resembled trick riding

on a renegade bison
on the main street of Vegreville,

a town that's noted
for its enormous painted egg.

Oop, my hat.

You see, the bison...

- Faster, faster, faster.
[laughing]

- Constable.
- Lieutenant.

- Glad to see you finally
were able to shake

that nagging flu, Ray.

- No one's happierto be back
at work than me, sir.

[barking]

- I missed you guys.

- They're nice kids.

I hope theirfather
doesn't have to go to jail.

- Yeah.

Working on a deal to
testify against Lester Rivers.

Get immunity, witness protection,
the whole eight yards.

- Well, that's good.

Bradley...

you know, you do something stupid
like this again

and I'm gonna punch a hole
in your back

and pull your spine through it
and beat you overthe head with it.

- That sounds fair, Janet.
- Yeah.

So anyway, I'm gonna work out
some arrangement with Bradley.

- Huh.

- Oh, no, nothing like that, no.

I mean, he can come and stay
on the weekends or something,

but, you know,
I've got this shed

that I'm gonna
make into a bunkhouse.

You know, he can stay out there.

It's not like he's a great dad,
'cause, I mean, hell,

he's not even a good dad,
but you know, the kids

need to see him, so you know,
what can you do, just...

- I understand.

- Well, anyway,
ljust wanted to say...

you know, thanks
for all your help, and, uh...

- It was my pleasure.

- Oh, you were great.

- Well, thank you.

- Well... so, bye.

- Okay.

You know something?

You can trust me.

- Yeah, I know.

See you.

- A man always feels better
when he's done his duty.

- Dad, when you were alone
out there...

without Mom,
did you everfeel lonely?

- Oh, every second, Son.

Every second.

- That's what I thought.

- Hey, buddy,
let's get something to eat.

I know you're a little short
of cash, but, uh, I'm flush,

so... I'm buying.

Look, it'll be all right.

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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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