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- No, no, no, Fraser, trust me.
You don't know this world.

It's got its own code,
rules, lingo...

- Well, you might be surprised,
Ray.

I'm not unaccustomed to programs
designed to help disadvantaged youths.

- These kids aren't disadvantaged.
They're gang members, okay?

This gets them off the street,
gives them something positive to do,

blows off a little steam.

- Well, I fail to see the
difference between that

and the wildfowl-rescue program
that I helped organize...

- You want to know
the difference?

In this program, you try to
separate your opponent from his head.

- Ah, pugilism.
- It's not pugilism, Fraser, it's boxing.

And remember about the lingo.

Ah, Levon,
this is my friend Fraser.

- Hey, Fraser, what's up?

- Well, the Chicago Mercantile
Exchange is up.

Ray's hair is up.
- He's Canadian.

- My man, shout out.
- Shout out... funny.

- Ah.

- Hi, Fraser.
- Ah, Francesca.

[whining]
- What's with him?

- Oh, uh, he won't speak to me.

- How come?

- Well, the alarm clock went off
at 5:00 and he refused to budge,

so I reprimanded him
for being slothful.

- At 5:00...
isn't that, like, dark?

- Yes.

- Yeah, look at it.

I'll be up there.

I'll be dancing,
messin' my man's face all up.

- That's a good attitude.
Now just, boom, boom,

dance yourself
back to the locker

and don't get too cocky.
- I'm not cocky.

- Don't get too cocky.
- I'm not cocky. I'm the best.

- Good luck, son.

- Yeah.

- Guy wins a couple
of little-league fights,

thinks he's Muhammad Ali.

- Look, I said you could come,

but I did not say
you could criticize.

- It's just a little comment,
bro.

- And it wasn't little league.

It was a community league.

And it wasn't a couple of fights,
it was all of them.

- Whatever.

- He's the best fighter
I evertrained.

- Isn't he the only fighter
you evertrained?

- Yeah, and tonight
he fights against a pro.

And if he wins,
he could be going all the way.

- All the way to where?

- Up the, uh...

Up... up...

Up the ranks to the top.

What do you think?

Whoo-hoo-hoo.

- Look at the great white hope.
What's he doing?

- Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom.

I still got all the moves.

I coulda been...

I coulda been...

- A contender?

- Yeah, how'd you know?

- Lucky guess.

- I wasn't aware
that you'd had a boxing career.

- It wasn't exactly a career,
more of a...

- A disaster?

- A hobby?

- A meltdown?

- Pastime?
- Nightmare?

- Look, you're both very,
very funny.

But I had to quit when
I got married to Stella,

'cause she didn't think it was,
um, what's the, uh...

- Civilized?
- That's it.

- Yo, Ray.

- Hey.

- Yo, man,
we gonna kill tonight.

- You know it, Homes.
- Yeah.

- And those would be?

- Uh, fans.

- Fans?

- Cabrini Gangsters.
Levon's gang.

- And I imagine those would
also be fans?

- Uh, Rollin' 22s.

Uh, the other guy's, uh, gang.

- I see. So each fighter, then,
comes equipped with his own gang.

- Vicchio,

are you sure
you want to do this?

My boy's pretty good.

- It's Vecchio. So's mine.

- Well, you know,
I've trained a few,

and Deron could be
the best of them.

- Oh, yeah?
Betterthan Sugarman?

- Bigger and faster.

Wouldn't want your boy
to get hurt.

- Ray, can you tell me, please,
this "Sugar Man",

is that a first name
or a last name?

- Where are you from?
- This is Constable Benton Fraser.

He first came to Chicago
on the killers of his father.

He's Canadian. You don't want
to know. Bare-knuckle fighter.

- No, Ray,
I only wrestled bears.

- Okay. Good luck.

- He's trying to psych me.

Franko Devlin
is trying to psych me.

- And that's a good thing,
I take it?

- Mmm, it's fantastic.

He's a legend.
He's one of the great trainers.

And he's trying to psych me.

That means his guy's in trouble.
That means we got a shot.

- Who is the Sugar Man?

- He was gonna be
the next heavyweight champion.

Devlin trained him till he got big,
then Sugarman dumped him.

- Why?

- He got a guy with more juice
from ICM.

Devlin's great
at developing a fighter,

but he's not that good
at building a career.

- You seem to know a lot
about this.

- Sure, I read Ring World
every week.

Let's see
if I've got this straight.

When he said that his fighter
was bigger and f...

bigger and faster
than the Sugar Man, was he lying?

- If he wasn't, we're sunk,

'cause nobody's bigger
and fasterthan Sugarman.

[bell ringing]

- He's very big.

- Yeah, well,
it's not about size, Fraser.

It's, you know, it's speed,
it's, uh...

you know,
what's in the brain plate.

It's psychology, you know?
- Ah.

- What'd he say to you?

- He said he loved me.

Look at him.
Look at the size of him.

He's a freak.
He does not love you.

He wants to kill you. Okay?

So you stick and move.
Stick and move.

- Round 1!
[bell ringing]

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

On yourtoes, on yourtoes,

on yourtoes.

Levon, let's go, let's go.

Come on! Keep it up!

He's really fast.
- He's very big.

- He's really big
and really fast.

Up, up, up!

- See the hot dog guy?
- You can eat?

They're bleeding up there.
- Blood never spatters this far.

[bell ringing]

- Let's go,

let's go, let's go.

- He's killing me.
- No, you're doing great.

- He's killing me, man.

- Yes, it would appear so.

- Just keep running around,
running around, tire him out.

Fraser, don't drown my fighter.

- Oh, right you are, Ray.

- The ring's only about so big.

- But every step he's taking
is killing him,

so you just keep moving, okay?
- Round 2!

- Yo, hot dog here.

- Come on, come on.
Up, up, up, up.

Let's go, let's go,
let's shake that off.

Shake it off, Levon. Let's go.

- Come on, hit him.

Let's go.

Wow.

Move out of the corner.
Move! Move!

Run away! Run away from...

[bell ringing]

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

That's great, Levon,
you're wearing him down.

You just stay
out of the corners.

You go to him.
Remember, keep moving.

Keep moving. Weave.
- Round 3!

- Fraser,
he would've hated himself

if I didn't send him
back in there, okay?

- I see.

- He takes one good punch,
we throw in the towel.

- Do we have a towel?

- Break. Move back.

- Yeah! Get him!

Get him! Get him!

- Come on! Hit him again!

- Move on him! Move on him!

- Yeah!

- Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

[bell ringing]

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah!

- He okay, right?

- Don't know yet.

- Yo, keep away from him.

- What?

- You want to do some good,
stick with your brother.

- Step off, old man.

- Don't touch Franko.

- Not a good place
foryour guy to be.

[shouting]

- All right, all right,
all right.

No more to see. Clear it out.

Come on, get your butts
out of here.

Come on.

- He was killing me. He was!

I couldn't even hit him.

Then he got shaky and I started
getting some shots in.

I should've known he was sick.
I should've quit.

- Look, it wasn't yourfault.

- Look, nobody else in there
hitting him.

- You were both there to fight.
You both knew there were risks.

I could've eased up
on that last punch, you know,

but I was thinking,
if-if-if

ljust shake him up,
hit him in the head.

- Son, son, son.

I've seen a lot of fights
and a lot of vicious fighters.

You are not one of them.

Now, what happened in there

was an accident,
plain and simple.

You don't want to be beating
yourself up overthat.

I better get to the hospital.

You take care of yourfighter.

- Yes, sir.

- Levon.

It was a fairfight.

You rememberthat.

- I gotta see him.

- That's not such a good idea.

- But I gotta know how he is.

- Wait until the tempers
have cooled down a little.

- Look, you don't know my hood,
man.

Things don't get cool there.

- Another reason
not to go to the hospital.

- I gotta know!

- All right. I'll go with you.
Okay?

- All right.

- Okay.
- Okay.

[siren]

- Jamal,
how's your brother doing?

- Don't be stepping to me
like you care.

- I care, yo.

- You won.
That's what it's all about, right?

- Surely it's about
more than that.

It should be about competition
and fair play...

- It's about winning.
Everybody knows that.

You win, you move up.
You lose, you go down.

- How's he doing?
How's Deron doing?

- He's got some kind
of coma thing.

They don't even know
if he's gonna make it or not,

which makes him a loser...
big time.

- Look, I know you're not gonna
believe this, but I'm really sorry.

- You don't even know
what sorry is yet, chump.

But you're gonna.

- Chicago P.D.!

Hit the dirt! Kiss the dirt!
[barking]

Where's Levon?
- Where's Jamal?

[sirens]

- Stay.

- I'm just saying
that Jamal had a point.

- On the top of his head.

- No, the emphasis on winning
over everything else

tends to exacerbate
the dangers of boxing.

- Is that because
I said kill him?

This is lingo.
This is what I'm talking about.

When I said kill him,
you know, I mean hit him,

win, not like "kill him."

- Detective Vecchio?

- I'm not trying to suggest you
were encouraging a homicide.

- Guys.

- Levon's a good kid.
He wasn't trying to kill anybody.

Box, you get hurt.
That's parforthe course.

- Well, if that's the case,

then perhaps protective helmets
would be a good idea.

- Are you booking these guys,

or are they just part
of some colourful parade?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we're booking 'em.

Helmets?

Ha-ha! Come on, Fraser,

you're not serious
about this helmet thing.

- Well, why not?

- Because it's the sweet science.
Boom, boom, boom, it's an art.

You'd put a helmet on an artist?
I think not.

- No, but artists
don't get hit in the head.

Although, you know,
it's widely rumoured

that Hieronomous Bosch
used to repeatedly bang his skull

into his easel
to stimulate his vision.

- I love that,
but think about auto racing.

I mean, they make it safe,
what is the point?

- What are you saying?
That the point is the danger?

- No, boxing is the point.
Danger is just a part of it.

- Well, you know, if they wore
protective helmets,

it would minimize the danger.

- You are so, so, so...
Canadian!

- It's just logic, Ray.

- Logic? Exactly. Boxing
has nothing to do with logic.

It is sport
taken to its purest nut.

It is muscle, sweat, guts,
torque, load.

I mean, you ever meet a logical person
who would bite off another man's ear?

- It's just another argument
for protective helmets, with earflaps.

- You admit I'm right
or I'll pop you in the head.

- We're not dealing
with logic now, are we?

- Logic-shmogic.
Admit I'm right or I'll pop you.

- Oh, well, gee, in that case,
Ray, I guess you're right.

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

Levon's got a buddy
up on Vacuum Street.

- You mean Hoover?

- Hoover Street.
It's gonna be a long night.

[rooster crowing]

- Hey.

You guys have a long night?

- Good morning, Francesca.

- Hi, Fraser. Can I get you
a coffee, tea... foot massage?

- No, thank you, Francesca.

Look, can you call the hospital
and see if Deron is doing okay?

- I called 10 minutes ago.
There's no change.

Neck rub?

- No, thank you kindly.

Maybe next week.

- Come on! Where the hell is he?

- Well, we know
that he didn't go home.

- Vecchio.

Want you to pick up
Levon Jefferson.

- Yeah, we've been trying
to do that all night, sir.

- Why's that?

- Jamal Martin and a bunch
of his pals jumped us and he split.

- We think Martin may still
be after him.

- Oh, that's unlikely.

A patrol car just found Martin
dead in an alley.

I want you to pick up Jefferson.
Suspicion of homicide.

[Mort singing opera]

- Ohhh!
That's ugly.

- Yeah, he got a pretty good
working over.

- At least this one
is nice and fresh.

You should see them
afterthree, four days...

- Mort, come on.

- Squeamish?

- Human.

You wouldn't know
anything about that.

- It's the live ones
that make me squeamish.

- Look, can you give
an estimated time of departure?

- Give me a moment.

[singing opera]

I'd say

between 9 p.m. last night
and 4 a.m. this morning.

- That's really accurate.
We saw him around 10:00.

- Well, it narrows down a bit,
doesn't it?

- Look, Levon didn't do this.

- What makes you say that?
- 'Cause I know the kid.

- Maybe I'll put Jack and Dewey
on this case.

- No, no, no, no, you don't.

I'll bring him in.

His knuckles there... he looks

like he's been punching
a concrete wall.

- Oh, yes. He fought hard.
- And his face.

You think the average guy
in the street

could do that kind of damage?

- No. No, it needs
a lot of skill and strength.

- Right, a boxer.

- I didn't say he couldn't,
I said he wouldn't.

- I'd like to take your word
for it,

but the Prosecuting Attorney's
Office will want more.

- Look, Fraser, I said

no tasting stuff in the morgue.

Ah, that is sick. That is...

I don't get that.

- Is that a new method?

Did you find something?

- Bok choy.

- We found him
behind a Chinese restaurant.

There was garbage
all overthe place.

- You don't have to taste
a dead guy's stuff to be a cop.

We knew that already.
- Furosemide?

- Diuretic.

- Was he taking it?

- Maybe.

- Can you test for it?

- I could.

I have to go in.

Why would I do it?

- Be... because, uh...

Fraser, why does...

- There's no compelling reason.

Well, never mind.

We don't really need to know.

- Fraser, a word with you

for a second?

Look, Fraser, don't hang
me out to dry like that.

- Like what, Ray?

- Don't ask if the guy
was taking diuress or whatever

and when I ask him
about doing some tests,

go, "Oh, never mind,
nobody needs to know anyway."

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry doesn't cut it, Fraser.
I'm a detective.

A detective's got to have
credibility with guys like Mort.

You pull stunts like that
and I lose face.

- Oh, I think you have
a surfeit of face, Ray.

- Francesca, can you get, uh,
Tony Miller in here, please.

- Dief.
- You got a number?

- He's in the phone book
under Cabrini Gangsters.

- Gangsters
are in the phone book?

- If they got a phone,
they're in the book.

Huey, can you make this call
for me?

It's Winona Jefferson.
That's Levon's aunt.

He lives there.
See if he came home.

- Ray, Ray, Ray.
- What?

- I need your advice
on something.

Let's say you knew someone,
maybe even a friend.

Hypothetically speaking, let's
say this friend had an odour.

- What kind of odour?

- Bacon bits and fish.

- Oh, you're talking about
your stinky partner.

- You noticed too, huh?

- Yeah, what's the question?

- Am I obligated to tell him?

- No, you're obligated
to hose him down.

Fraser, come on, let's go.

- We're off to look for Levon?

- No, the people who
are looking for him.

- Ah. Dief. Dief.

Dief. Dief.

Would you mind?

- Okay, Fraser, we gotta
be kind of polite here.

- Well, that's right
up my alley, Ray. Dief.

- No, this is, uh,
a special kind of polite.

It's like, uh, a lingo thing.

- Ah, I understand.

They're wearing headsets, Ray.

Seems kind of organized
for a street gang, isn't it?

- Well, this is the USA.

This is, you know,
they got equal opportunity.

They got upward mobility.

- Ah. Good day, gentlemen.

- Yo, that's a bad-ass outfit.

- He insulted the uniform.

- He meant good.
Bad means good.

He digs the uniform.

- You mean it's the lingo thing,
sort of flip-flopped?

Understood.

Yes, sir, it is bad.

It is red serge,
and it represents the Queen.

- Oh, the Queen.

Oh, that's cool.
- Thank you kindly.

- We're here
to see Duval Edwards.

- Yeah, yeah. You are?

Ah, yo, I've got one of those.

Yo, I got it in a cereal box.

I'm thinking
I'm gonna squeeze Mr. Heat

in a few hours, so yo, 'sup?

- Sir, we understand that
we don't have an appointment,

but we hoped
you could accommodate us.

- Accommodate you?
- Hopefully, yes.

- Homes, can I have a word
with you?

- A'ight. A'ight.

- Yo, boom, this is straight up.

I mean, I'm Starsky, he's Hutch.

...in particular,
this is the lanyard...

- We showed you our colours,
flashed our badges.

There's not gonna be
any trouble.

We just wannna talk to him
for 10 minutes.

- Yeah, so what's it worth?

...Should you lose

control of your weapon,
you don't have to dismount,

you simply just scoop it up,

and presto, you have it
in your hand again.

It's something you gentlemen
might want to consider.

- Yeah.

- Nice lads.

- He's crazy, man.

- This diur-thingy,
what is that?

- It's a drug that increases the rate
of urine formation in the kidneys.

- Is that good?

- Well, for certain medical
conditions, yes.

- So you think he was sick
and that's what killed him?

- No, no, no, I'm quite certain
he was beaten to death.

- Well, then,
why did you ask for...

Forget it.

- Ray, maybe you can help me
with this lingo thing.

Is there a reference book
for it?

- No reference book. It's street.
Like that stuff at the door.

Certain words are flipped,
like bad means good.

- What if something's bad?

- It's just bad.

- Isn't that confusing?

- To a Mountie, yeah.

See, "fly" is "good."

"That's the bomb" is "great."

- Oh, I see... so I could say,
for instance,

"Ray, my very good friend,
you are a flying bomb."

- Nah, that doesn't work.

Example: Homes better
keep it real,

'cause we're just up
forthe 4-1-1.

We don't want him to go
the whole nine yards

and pull his gat and bang, bang,
put a cap in us.

You know, 'cause we'd
be down on a 187.

- I see, and a 187 is...?

- Dead.

- Dead, ah.

[loud music playing]

- I usually don't allow dogs
in here.

- Well, actually,
he's half wolf.

- That's better?

- The wolf's cool.

A couple of your guys tried
to take our heads off last night.

- My guys?

- Well, they were wearing
Rollin' 22 colours.

- All the wrong people
seem to be getting those jackets.

- Jamal was hanging with them.

- So this is about Jamal
getting killed?

- No, this is about Levon Jefferson
not getting killed.

- The guys take things like this
kind of hard.

Jamal had a lot of friends
in the 22s.

He was heading up
ouryouth program.

- Youth program...
that's commendable.

- You know, try to give a little
something back to the community.

- Right, in return for all the
drug money you take out of it.

The thing is,
Levon did not kill Jamal.

- Sure, and he had nothing to do
with Deron going to the hospital.

- We want you to talk to your guys
and get them to chill.

- You don't understand.
We got 28,000 members. I mean...

Some days, I don't even
get to talk to them.

- 28,000, that... that's
the population of Moose Jaw.

- Canadian.

- Yes, how did you know?

- Lucky guess.

I've been thinking about
branching out up there.

- Really? You know,
I'm not sure my government

would look too favourably
upon that.

- See, you know, that's the
problem with you Canadians

and this thing
called free trade.

I mean, you guys want access
to our markets

and still try to protect
your own.

- I'm not sure it's a question
of trade

as much as it is a moral issue.

The fact that you're involved
in criminal activities...

selling drugs, for instance.

Oddly, that's something we frown
upon north of the 49th Parallel.

- There's always some excuse.

- Uh, did you see Jamal
last night?

- And what if I did?

- When?

- Around 10:30,
maybe a little after.

- After we encountered him.

Hmm, this could be helpful.

How much time
did you spend with him?

- Not long.
We had some business to go over.

- Did he happen to say
where he was going after?

- To the gym, to get some stuff
out of his brother's locker.

[barking]

- One of yours?

- Yup.

- He's good.

- You pounding sand
oryou just dumb?

The boy stinks.

- He looks strong.

- Strong don't mean nothing.

Look around.

They're all strong.

You gotta have the head for it
oryou'll never be a fighter.

Look at him.
He's showing everything.

He's opening up
after every shot.

Hell, I could beat him.

Mason, step it up.

Oh, cover up, cover up!

He's hitting you
with everything he's got.

Go work the heavy bag.

That can't hit you back.

That's quite a nasty cut
you have there.

- It ain't nothing.

- Well, still, maybe
a little antibiotic ointment

could do the trick here.
- I said it ain't nothing.

- Where did you get that, Fraser?

- Oh, it's not important.

- He's just embarrassed
'cause that kid cut him.

- Well, I understand.
Although, you know,

judging from the granulation
at the edge of the wound,

it would appear
to be an old injury.

- Did you see Jamal Martin
last night?

- Not afterthe fight.

- Somebody whacked him.

- Jamal?

Why?

That's what we're trying
to determine, sir.

We think he may have come back here
to collect his brother's things.

- That's easy enough
to find out.

Here's Deron's locker.

- Looks like Jamal
never got here.

- Looks that way, doesn't it?

Hmm.

What do you think, Diefenbaker?

[sniffing]

My thought exactly.

- What are you doing?

- Don't ask.

- Hmm.

- Is that like a good hmm,
or a bad hmm?

- It's like a soy-sauce hmm.

- Hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

- So Deron was in the alley.
No! Deron was in the hospital.

Jamal picked up Deron's clothes
and took them to the alley.

Somebody killed him...
then stole the clothes

and put them back in the locker?
That's d-u-m, dumb.

- Well, there is
another possibility.

[cell phone ringing]

- What's that?
- Deron liked Chinese food.

- Yeah, I like Chinese food.
Let's go for some.

Yeah, Vecchio.
- They're after me!

- Stay put,
we'll be right there.

[yelling]

[gunshots]

- Oh, man.

Am I glad to see you.

You really saved my butt.

- Fraser, I can't.

- You have no choice, Ray.

- You're under arrest
forthe, uh...

murder of Jamal Martin.

- Say what?

- You're under arrest
forthe murder of Jamal Martin.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say may be...
held against you in a court of law.

If you cannot...

afford a lawyer,
one will be appointed to you.

Where were you between 10:00
and 4:00 last night?

- I already told you.
I was on the street, moving.

- You were hiding from the 22s,
weren't you?

- Yeah, hiding.

- Only they found you, didn't they?
Jamal Martin found you!

- Come on, ease up on him.

He's just a kid.
- Talking to you, kid!

I didn't see nobody!

- Wow, they're really
broiling him.

- Grilling, Francesca,
It's called grilling.

- Grilling, broiling,
pan frying...

I think you know what I mean,
Mr. Vocabulary.

Hi, Frase.

- Francesca.

...help you if you lie to us?

- I'm not lying!

I didn't do anything!
- No, you just beat a guy to death...

- Come on, they can't do that.
- Where are you going?

- In there.
- No, you're not.

You're fartoo personally
involved.

- 'Cause I don't want them
torturing a kid?

- They're not doing anything
you wouldn't do.

- Right.

Good one.

- I'm sure
he didn't mean that, sir.

- I'm sure he didn't.

...I didn't do anything.
I've already told you.

I was on the street, moving.

- Hi, Fraser.

- Ah, Francesca.

- Have you, uh,
have you seen Ray?

- Yeah.

He said he was going
someplace to think.

Whatever mythical place
that might be.

- Ah.

- Uh... Is that all?

- Uh, yes, thank you, kindly.

- Bye, Fraser.

- Dief.

I thought I'd find you here.

- He's a good kid, Fraser,
great kid.

- Nevertheless, Ray,
it was your duty to arrest him.

- It was my fault.

I got him all hyped
forthe fight.

I trained him.

- Yes, but, Ray, you couldn't
possibly have foreseen

what was gonna happen
inside that ring.

- I should've left him alone.

I should've just
got him to stop.

[panting]

- I wish there was something
I could do to make you feel better.

- You want to make me
feel better?

Come on, Fraser,
let's get ready to rumble.

- Right you are.

- What are you doing, Fraser?

- I'm sparring.

- No, you're not, I'm sparring.

You're standing there
like a... Mountie.

- Well, I am a Mountie.

- I know that, Fraser,
but try to hit me.

- Well, I'd really rather not.

- Rather not.

I don't care
what you'd rather not... do it.

- Why would I want
to hit a friend?

- Because it's traditional
in this sport.

You just try to hit me, come on.

- No, thank you.

- Hit me, hit me.
- No.

- Hit me.
- No.

- Hit me.

- Oh!

- I'm sorry, you all right?

- I wasn't ready.

You see, you really
probably would benefit more

by doing this
with a professional.

I mean, there are certain
drawbacks to being Canadian.

- You might make a fairfighter.

You got the head for it.

- Thank you very much.

- Not you, the Mountie.

- You know, it might cheeryou up
a whole lot more, Ray,

if you sparred with Mr. Dixon.

- I'm game for it if he is.

- Okay?

- You know, there really was
no cause for worry.

But I must say,
I do appreciate your concern.

It's been very rare these days.

[bell ringing]

- Don't worry.

Mason won't hurt him... much.

- Ouch!

- Has there been any change
in Deron's condition?

- Nothing.

I wouldn't try to psych out
yourfriend, you know.

Deron might be the best
I evertrained.

Could've gone all the way.

- You don't think perhaps
he was a little heavy?

- What are you talking about?

- He's a heavyweight.

So he wasn't concerned then
with keeping down his weight.

- The opposite.

The kid worked so hard, it was
tough to keep the weight on him.

He's a good, loyal kid, too.

He would have stuck with me.

Not like the others.

[bell ringing]

[moaning]

[coughing]

- So, now you've sparred.

- Yes, Fraser, I have sparred.

- And you feel better?

- Ah, yeah, I feel better.

- Mentally and spiritually,
I presume,

because your physical condition
is truly appalling.

- I'm good.

- You don't want to talk about it.
It's perfectly understandable.

I mean, after all,
the core of pugilism

really is more of the mental
and spiritual quest, isn't it?

Sort of like mountaineering
or marathon dancing

orthe Iditarod.

- Shut up.

- As you wish.

[bones cracking]

- Do you need some help?
- No.

- I think it may be possible
to clear Levon of Jamal's murder.

- How?

- Well, to a certain extent,
it will depend on whether or not

Jamal was actually
taking the Furosemide

that we found in his effects.

- That's the diru-what's it
you didn't get Mort to test for?

- Exactly. We should go to
the lab and pick up the results.

- You didn't get him
to test for it.

- Nevertheless, we said enough
to stimulate his curiosity.

- Yeah, but those stiffs
in the morgue

got more curiosity than Mort.

- We'll soon find out.

- Ten bucks.

- Oh, I never wager.

- You don't bet,
you don't fight.

What do Canadians do at night,
play charades?

- At night? We sleep.

[singing opera]

- Mort, Mort, Mort, Mort,
Mort, Mort, Mort.

- Oh.

I've been expecting you.

He wasn't taking Furosemide.

What significance it has,
I don't know.

However, I also discovered
there was no medical condition

that would require diuretics.

- Thank you kindly.

[singing opera]

[Fraser]: The Furosemide
belonged to his brother.

[Ray]: To Deron?

Yes. We have reason to believe
that Jamal emptied Deron's locker

and had his things
with him when he was killed.

- The soy sauce.
- And the bok choy.

- Why would Deron
want the diuretic?

- Well, I had thought
to lose weight.

Apparently,
he had the opposite problem.

He couldn't keep weight on.
- Steroids?

- Probably. Burfighters
are tested for steroids,

so he took the diuretic
to flush his system,

which would make the urine tests
unreliable.

- Deron was taking steroids.
- Which can cause disorientation

and even coma
under certain circumstances.

- Jamal got his stuff,
found the steroids.

He wanted to turn in the guy
who gave them to Deron,

so the guy whacked him,
took the steroids,

put the clothes back
in the locker.

We find the guy
who gave Deron steroids.

- I think
that's substantially it.

- No.

It can't be Devlin.

He's what fighting's all about.

He's the best. I mean, he...

- He's a trainer
who badly needed a champion, Ray.

- Sounds very interesting, with
one missing detail, some proof.

- If Deron was taking steroids...

- lf, if, that's a big word.

- Well, Francesca's checking
with the hospital now.

- Isn't it a little late
to be testing?

- Undoubtedly, they drew blood
when he was admitted.

It may be possible to test that.

- A lot of people would think
Franko Devlin

is one heck of a guy;
ljust might be one of them.

- Yeah, me too, but...

- That's all right.
If he's dirty, you take him down.

You just make sure you're right.

- ljust called the hospital.
- Can they do the tests?

- No, but there's another way
to find out:

ask Deron. He just woke up.

- I don't know who killed Jamal,
but it wasn't Franko Devlin.

- You weren't taking steroids.

- Would you want an innocent man

to be convicted
of your brother's murder?

- Innocent guys
go down all the time.

- Look, you're 10 times
the fighter

that Levon Jefferson is
or could be.

- I must've had a bad night.

- You don't care
who killed your brother?

- I don't care?

He was my brother.

He was my bro... he...

- I know, okay.

And... and... and it couldn't
have been, uh, Franko Devlin?

Could it?

'Cause that guy was like
a lucky rabbit's foot to you.

- He believed in me.

He believed I could be the best.

- You had to put the weight on.

So he gave you the 'roids
and it almost killed you.

- He believed
I could be a champion.

- Now you're gonna cover
for him.

- It wasn't Franko.

Franko wouldn't kill anybody.

- Did he give you the steroids?

- Just for some bulk.

Not enough to hurt me.

I was gonna quit
in a couple weeks.

- Devlin, got some good news.

Deron's awake.

- Yeah, I heard.

I'm going overto see him
just as soon as I'm finished here.

- Do you think he's gonna
want to keep on fighting?

- Well, I've seen guys
come back from worse.

- Even afteryou've been
pumping them full of steroids?

- Nice job.

Leaning on a kid
when he's in the hospital.

- Actually, he talked with us
quite willingly.

- Yeah, seeing that
you put him there.

- Your guy got in a lucky punch.

- Man, I thought
you were the best.

- I am the best!

- Why'd you do it?

- What did I do, huh?

I gave that kid a chance to win.

You think that half the guys
out here aren't on that stuff

or whatever else
they can get their hands on?

- A corrupt system
is no justification

for personal corruption,
Mr. Devlin.

- We're talking
about winning here.

- I thought that fighting was
about more than just winning.

- Not when you make your living
at it.

- Come on, we can talk downtown.
- I got nothing more to say.

- Don't worry,
I got a lot of questions.

- No! They're after Franko!
They're after Franko!

- Ah, gentlemen...
- These aren't gentlemen, Fraser.

- A quick word, Ray?

They perhaps are unaware
that we're police officers.

I mean, they're probably
unfamiliar with my uniform,

and you haven't identified
yourself.

- Right, Chicago P.D.

- You guys are cops, man?

- That's correct...
My name's Constable Benton Fraser,

Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
- Look, Fraser, don't bore them.

- Let me go, Mason.

I know you're trying to help,
but it's the wrong way.

- Devlin, you're under arrest.
You too.

- He was trying to defend me.

- Yeah, well, we like to call
that resisting arrest.

Fraser, throw these on Punchie.

- Certainly.
- Let me take him.

- We'll get a lawyer
and be out in an hour.

- On homicide?
I don't think so.

- Homicide?

- Let me take him.

- I gave a kid
something to bulk up.

That's it.
I didn't kill anybody.

- You forget about Jamal?

- Levon killed Jamal.

- You did it because
he learned about the steroids.

- He did?

- He didn't kill nobody.

- He did, Mason.
He's going to jail for it.

- No, he wouldn't do that!

- Oh, no?
Not even to protect himself?

- No.

- No. But you might,
mightn't you?

You might kill someone
in orderto protect him.

- Mason?
[banging]

- You reopened that cut
overyour eye yesterday.

You didn't have it
before the fight.

- He didn't?
- No, he didn't, Ray.

It was opened up
sometime afterthe fight.

- Fighting Jamal.

- I think that's correct.

I'm sure you didn't intend
to kill him.

- He found out
about the steroids.

He was gonna tell.

- It's all over, Mason.

- No!

- You stay put.

... For a time all hell's

Cubically contained

Starched and bottled

Pressed and altered

And at the ready for the reins

The first tiny little shadows

Of my creepy little thoughts

Inhabit all that matters

And I lose by default

And I'll never promise

Anything again

I'll never promise

Anything again...

[yelling]

... I'll never promise

I'll never promise
Anything again

Anything again
anything again

I'll never promise

Anything again

Ah, little help here, Fraser.

- Are you sure you want that?
I mean, this is, after all,

an intensely personal,
individual journey, isn't it?

- Yeah, help.

- Okay, think Zaire 1974.

- Oh!

- Ooh, New Orleans '78.

That's it.

Think Chicago.

[bell ringing]

Perfect.

You did it.

- Take him on.

- I was stickin', I was movin'.

I was bobbin', I was weavin'.
Boom, boom, boom.

He comes on strong.
Think Ali, '74, rope-a-dope.

Into the ropes,
ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, bang!

I win.

Just... Yeah, I win.

- You know, Ray, he probably
just doesn't appreciate

the finer points
of head butting... boxing.

- Devlin was a hell
of a trainer.

- Well, maybe
he can continue to be.

You know, one mistake

doesn't necessarily mean
the end of a career.

Think about Richard Nixon.

That's probably
not a good example.

- Speaking about mistakes,
Fraser, we're friends, right?

- Certainly.

- Partners?
- Absolutely.

- So you look into a ring
and you see this large goon, uh,

trying to beat your partner,
and yourfriend, to death

with his bare hands,
so what do you generally do?

- Well, you help.
- Right.

- Oh. I see
where you're headed with this.

No, in this particular case,
Ray,

I knew this was just a continuation
of your earlier match,

and that you had to
go this alone

as part of your mental
and spiritual quest.

- Next time...
- Yes?

- Help.
- Understood.

Well, Ray the bomb, let's keep
it real, 4-1-1 and 'sup.

- What?
Fraser, what are you doing?

Just getting down
with my bad self.

House boys.

- Oh, man!
- Home boys, it's...

- Home boys, home boys.

- He's Canadian, he...
a little funny.

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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