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High atop Sulphur Mountain,

in his lonely stone cabin,

L- o-o-o-u-u-u Scagnetti

heard a knock at the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

So he opened it.

And there on his stoop
stood the beautiful princess

from the valley below.

And the wind whipped about her hair
and the snow swirled about her.

And L-o-o-o-u-u-u Scagnetti
froze.

For the first time in his life,
he didn't know what to do.

He didn't know whether
to kill her and eat her,

or whether to bake her
some of those tarts

he was so fond of, the ones
that featured chokecherries

with brown lichen
and little bits of dust...

- Fraser.
- What?

What are you doing?

- I'm telling you
a ghost story.

It is customary
to exchange ghost stories

around a campfire in the wilderness.
- We're not in the wilderness.

- It's an approximation
of wilderness.

- No, it's not, Fraser. We're in
a park in the middle of Chicago.

I had to step over a wino
and kick two junkies just to get here.

This is not
the Yukon territories.

- It's the Northwest Territory
or the Yukon.

The thing is, I was feeling
a little suffocated at the Consulate.

I just felt I needed
some room to breathe.

- Yeah, well, I got two things
to say about that:

One, you are not Daniel Boone;

and two, this air...
the less room to breathe, the better.

Dinner?

No, thanks.

- Oh, you really should...
everything tastes much better

cooked over and open fire. Dief.

- Oh, yeah?
What about spaghetti?

Oh, it's delicious.

Those rooty tubers
are very tasty also.

Mm.

Where did you get this?

- Diefenbaker dug them up
under that tree over there.

Oh, here we go again.
Mr. Tucci and his pretzels.

Buona sera, Senor Redcoat.

- Mr. Tucci, I'd like you
to meet my friend.

This is Ray. He's with
the Chicago Police Department.

- Buona sera.
- How's it going?

Eh, it goes.

There's my boy.

- Mr. Tucci, you spoil him.
Here, please, let me...

- No, no, no, no,
it's end of day.

It's not so fresh.

I charge only for fresh.

That way I keep my reputation.

I better go home... my wife,

she worry for me.

Arrivederci.

See you tomorrow.

Si. Ciao.

- Nice guy.
- Yes, he is.

He and his wife celebrate
their 40th anniversary next week.

They had hoped to go
to Sardinia for a visit,

but Mrs. Tucci's very ill.

She requires
round-the-clock nursing.

Where's Sardinia?

It's in the Mediterranean.
It's an island.

My wife, she's worried for me.

- Everything's
going to be all right.

Help is on its way.

Please... look after my wife.

Yes.

Chicago P.D.

Scumbag!

Stop, stop, stop.

Police officer,
I'm a police officer.

Just, just... Ah, God.

Buona notte, mi amore.

- So how's your nose?
- That was some kick.

- She was innocent, Ray.
She thought you were attacking her.

Wait here.

- Fraser, you don't have to
do this. This is my job.

- Well, I promised Mr. Tucci
that I would look after his wife.

That's a promise
I intend to keep.

Yes?

Um, Ms. Tucci?

We're with the police.

Come on in.

- Mrs. Tucci, these men
are with the police.

Ah, Mr. Redcoat.

- Um, I'm sorry, ma'am,
there's been a shooting.

I'm afraid your husband is dead.
- I'm sorry, I don't hear you.

Oh, my God.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.
There's been a shooting.

And I'm afraid your husband is dead.

Franco?

Yeah.

We're just starting
the investigation.

I'm very sorry.

I should take her to her room.

Ohhh, Franco.

Wow!

Wow?

She's something else.

- Ray, if you don't mind me
saying, that is a staggeringly

insensitive remark,
considering the circumstances.

- Look, Fraser, I'm very sorry
for Mrs. Tucci's loss,

and I will make every effort
to find the killer of her husband,

but the fact remains,
she is a very beautiful woman.

- Possibly.
- No possibly about it.

Regardless of who has less sex,
I still think about women.

Is that better or worse?
- It's an interesting question.

Thank you.

Vecchio,

where do we stand
on the Tucci homicide?

- Uh, he was killed
with a. 32 calibre.

Um, at this point,
we suspect everyone

and no one.

Rule out robbery as a motive.

This was found on the cart.
- How much is there?

$4,000.

Right. What's a peanut vendor
doing with $4,000?

- It's not peanuts, sir.
- Damn right, it's not.

No, it's pretzels.

Whatever.

- He's got a record.
- Who?

The deceased.

He did six months, receiving
stolen property in 1953.

- Why are we investigating
the deceased?

- We're doing
a full investigation.

Yeah, 'cause he's Italian.

What?

- He's Italian,
so he's got to be mafia, right?

He's Italian, he's a gangster.

Did you ever stop to think

that maybe he's a decent guy who worked
all his life and saved every penny?

- And kept it in his peanut cart.
- Why not? Fraser carries his

in his hat.
- Quite true, sir.

Are you saying I'm prejudiced?

- Oh, no, sir,
I'm sure she doesn't mean

anything like that.

It's just that your remark
has the air of cultural stereotyping.

- Yeah.
- Let it go, Detective.

Remember, you're only pretending
to be an Eye-talian.

Ciao, sir.

Okay, so what did you see
in the park?

Nothing.

- You told the officer you saw
something. Now what was it?

I'm not in the mood
for 20 questions.

Just tell me what you saw.

A guy.

What kind of guy?

A lumpy guy.

- Was Mr. Tucci
with the lumpy guy?

Yeah.

- Was he arguing
with this lumpy guy?

No.

- Did you ever see Mr. Tucci
in the park have any trouble,

like an argument
with a customer?

Kill somebody over a pretzel?

- When did you see
this lumpy guy?

Right before the shot.

- Can you describe him
besides lumpy?

- Droopy moustache,
big gut, skinny legs.

Like a fat skinny guy.

Would you recognize him?

I guess.

Okay, come on.

I want you to take a look
at some pictures,

a lot of different pictures.

We got tall guys,
we got wide guys,

we got a mixture of the two...

- You could set your clock
by him, sir.

The route was predictable
and almost never varied.

Over the course of the week,
it became clear

that his route would take him
along here, then up to here,

and then across to here
on Ranier Street,

and then straight back
through the park.

- You memorized
the pretzel guy's route?

Well, I'm sorry, sir.

It's not something
that I actively choose to do.

On the other hand, it's not something
I actively choose to ignore either.

- Fair enough.
- I will try to correct that.

In the meantime, I thought it
might be useful to your men

to know where he had been
on the day of the murder.

- Oh, yes, absolutely.
- Hey, Frase,

there's a Luanne Russell on the line.
She's calling on behalf of Mrs. Tucci.

Frannie,

you're a woman... apparently.

What do women look for in a man?

You're asking me?

Why?

What sick thing are you up to?

- I'm just asking.
I got this friend.

So this love-at-first-sight,
is that legit?

I mean, if you don't make
a good first impression,

are you dead in the water

or what?

Well, you're not deformed

or anything... really.

I don't know. It really depends.

I mean, did you show her
your disgusting tattoo

or how far you can spit or...

You know,
that charming thing where

you kick holes
through the ceiling tiles?

- Come on, Frannie,
give me a break.

Ooh, aren't we touchy?

Who is this woman?
- Nobody.

Just someone I met at work.
- A cop?

A criminal?
- No.

- I don't know, Ray.
My best advice would be to...

be yourself, but in your case,

I don't think that's a great idea.

Fraser...

so, uh, where we going?

Well, I'm, uh, I'm, uh...

- Good-looking boy.
- That's my son,

Frankie.

- Your husband
never mentioned him.

My Franco and Frankie Jr.,

they fight, so he run away...

20 years ago.

What did they fight about?

- Ho, ho, ho, father and son,
what does it matter?

What makes a difference?

But he'll come back.

I know he will.

- How long
have you worked for them?

A little over two years.

Can you describe Mr. Tucci?

He's unbelievable.

He didn't have a lazy bone
in his body.

He worked every day, from sunup
to sundown, never complained.

Most people I know just complain
about everything, you know?

Yeah, yeah, I know.

They're both just amazing.

She's got this nerve thing.
It's only getting worse.

Some days she can't hold a book.

Her eyes are going.

She never complains.

I just love her.

You know what she really likes?

No.

When I read to her.

She loves these big romances.

Today I started
Sword of Desire by Dawn O'Connor.

Do you know it?

- Uh, no, I don't get a lot
of time for reading,

though, you know,
I like reading.

Well, they're great.

- "Gabriella's chest
heaved with passion... "

"... The wind
whipped her raven hair"

"as she stood at the edge
of the parapet,"

"thinking only
of her passion for Paolo. "

"Her lips... "

- She reads it to me
every afternoon.

Sometimes she puts it on a tape
so if I get awake

in the middle of the night
and I can't go back to sleep,

I listen again.

Mrs. Tucci,

you said on the telephone
that you were frightened.

- I just don't understand
what happened.

See, Franco,
he never talk about himself.

Never talk about his business.

Just shut you right out.

That's Franco.

But the last week or so,
he was not himself.

He was, how you say...

distracted.

He was so nervous.

And now someone has...

I feel so helpless.

- Can you think of anyone
who might want to kill Mr. Tucci?

No, nobody.

It's that park.
The crackheads are crazy.

I told him it wasn't safe.
- Luanne,

perhaps the gentlemen would like
a glass of Franco's wine.

Uh, no, thank you.

Detective Vecchio?

Uh, no, thanks, I'm working.

I'll have a glass

for sleeping.

- It's late
and I'm booking off,

so a glass of wine
would be great. Thank you.

Uh, excuse me.

Vecchio.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll talk to you
in the morning.

Uh, M.E.'s report.
He had cancer.

He would have been dead
in two months anyway.

I'm sorry.

He didn't say anything.
He must have known.

What is it?

- Um, your husband was ill
at the time of his murder.

He had cancer.

Franco was dying? They killed

a dying man?

- They,
who do you mean by "they"?

- No!
What if they try to kill me?

- No one would have any reason
to kill you, Mrs. Tucci.

- No one had any reason
to kill Franco either.

Oh, I'm afraid.

- Please don't be afraid. Nothing
will happen to you, I promise.

It would be a good idea
for me to bivouac here tonight.

You're going to what?

I'll explain later.

- Hey, I know
what's going on here.

Ray, please.

You can't stand it, can you?

You can't stand
that she's more interested in me.

You're embarrassing yourself.

- Look, I'll be back here...
6:30 sharp.

- It's a nice clear night
for sleeping under the stars...

Such as they are.

I hear it.

Ah, Ray.

Glad you could join us.

Oh, yeah, I bet you are.

Anything happen?

No.

- You get called in
on any emergencies?

No, it's been very quiet.

Good.

Lo-o-o-u-u-u Scagnetti

looked across the stone table

at the beautiful princess.

And he said to himself...

- Fraser.
- What?

- You think she had something
to do with it, don't you?

- I try not to prejudge people,
Ray.

You do, come on.

- All I will say
is that I detected a certain...

well, almost a musk-like
animal wariness about her.

- Musk?
You're talking to me about musk?

I detect a certain kind
of musk here myself.

Oh, dear.

Oh, yeah.

Ahem, hem.

Ray, Ray...

Ray, Ray.

Ray.

Ray, Ray, Ray...

- Time?
- 6:30. Coffee?

Anything happen?

No.

Did you sleep?

Very little. You?

No. What about him?

I don't think he's moved.

He saw it all?

Dogs, huh?
They have all the fun.

It would seem so.

Well, Ray, we, uh,
we should get going.

- Look, Fraser, I'm wallowing.
Give me a little time for a wallow.

Right you are.

You, uh, take sugar
when you wallow?

Uh, one.

- Can you believe this guy pedalled
this entire route every day?

- Pull over, will you?
- Hmm?

Pull over. Pull over!

I don't know why,

I feel nauseous or something
if I'm not driving.

- Look, I feel nauseous
if you are driving.

But you always...

- Listen, let's end this right,
okay? I'm sick of this argument.

Is it because you need
a steering wheel, is that it?

- Yes.
- Okay, get out of the car.

Right now, get out.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
this is for your stomach.

- I suppose you think
this is funny, right?

You want to know something?
It's not funny. It's cruel.

I mean, all I said was...

Look at this.

- Well, well, well,
the Palermo Social Club.

- Let me see
if I got this right.

Luanne is a beautiful woman;
therefore, she must be bad.

Since she's a really beautiful woman,
that means she must be really bad.

Is that how it goes inside your brain?
- Are we talking about my brain?

- Randy said this was as close
as he could come.

Mind you, your eyewitness hasn't slept
in six months, so he wasn't sharp.

- Hmm.
- What?

Nothing.

- You think this is a woman
in disguise.

- Something is sort of
off-kilter about it.

- You think she's involved,
right?

Ray.

- You're gonna tell me
that this is a false moustache.

- The smudge she had on her upper lip
could... I say "could"...

have been the residue of spirit gum
used to hold the moustache.

- The pillow
that fell off the chair...

...might account
for the description of a fat man

with skinny legs... I say "might. "

- And I suppose that cassette tape
you found in the living room

Of her reading Sword of desire,
uh, she used that

to fool Mrs. Tucci into thinking
that she was sitting in a comfy chair,

reading to her
from across the room.

- Thereby providing her
with an alibi so she could

slip out to the park
and shoot Mr. Tucci.

But as I say, Ray, this is
just the purest of speculation.

- Right, so why don't we just
bring her in here

and grill the snot out of her?

- Without cause, that would
violate her civil rights.

Jack and Dewey called in.

Tucci used to bring his pretzels
by the Palermo Social Club daily.

It's a real wiseguy hangout.

You needed major bones before
you could even get a decaf there.

Maybe he heard something.
- You're saying this is mob-related.

Hello.

Random. Anyone ever heard
of random killings?

- He owned a home
in Lincoln Wood.

Had a couple of semis
in Oak Park.

No mortgage.

He's worth $1.7 million.

Related to the mob.

- I would resist the temptation
of jumping to conclusions, gentlemen...

And lady.

By way of example, Joe Obodiak
was a humble janitor

with the Women's Christian
Temperance Centre in Eagle River,

and as honest as the day's long,
but by the time he died,

he owned a split-level home,
two power boats

and several expensive shoes.
- Miss Vecchio, the phone records.

I want to know what calls were made
to and from the Tucci house

and who made them.

Probably to Al Capone.

Did you ever stop to think
this might be personal?

I mean, we know
this guy's worth $1.7 million.

So who inherits it?

Did you ever think of that?

- Mrs. Tucci, it would appear
that your husband

has left everything
to Franco Jr.

Ah, Frankie.

Frankie will take care of me.

My Frankie.

So what now?

Did you know Mr. Tucci was worth
a million-and-a-half bucks?

Yeah.

No, I knew he had some money.

Do you know where he got it?

- Well, he worked
12 hours a day for 50 years.

I guess he just saved it.

- And it all goes to a guy
nobody's seen for 20 years,

a guy who could be, uh,

dead for all anybody knows.

The courts will direct
at least half of it to us...

to Mrs. Tucci...

for upkeep of the house
and everything.

She'll get the rest
after he's declared legally dead.

I mean... that's how it's worked
for other families I've worked for.

Right.

Ray, things are such a mess.

Nah, they're not a mess.

Yeah, they are.

You all right?

What?

Ahem.

Ray, I'm sorry.

- Talk to me or chew bricks;
you lose teeth.

Freak.

Hi.
- Hi.

Listen, I'm sorry about...

I didn't mean to make you feel...

No, no, no, that was me.

I was way over the line.

I was going to call you.

You don't have to say that.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

So...

Um, did you...

Did the police
find any money on Mr. Tucci?

- Yeah.
- $4,000?

Yeah.

It's mine.

So we can talk here.

- I have to return that
to the library.

Oh.

What's that?

Oh, that's our suspect.

Uh, you ever see anybody
around the house who,

you know, looked like that,
or...

- No. He's odd-looking.
- Yeah.

So, um, money.

My pay, a month's pay.

- The Tuccis paid you
4,000 bucks a month cash?

- The last Friday of every month,
a thousand dollars a week.

I know it's illegal.

I didn't pay any taxes
or anything,

but I don't have any education
or training,

so I couldn't say no.

- You didn't think
to ask him where he got it?

No, it's none of my business.

The thing is, with the will
being the way it is,

I, um...

we really need that money now.

Can I get it?

- I don't know. I'd have to ask
my, uh... lieutenant.

I understand.

I'm sorry
if I've caused you any trouble.

That's okay. No trouble.

- Well, I'll see you
at the wake this afternoon?

Yeah, I'll be there for sure.

Great.

- I think what you need
is a cold shower.

I think what you need

is a size-10 kick in the...

Dief, what are you looking at?

It's the same plot.

I'm sorry?

Sword of Desire. Look.

Okay, in the book,
Gabriella is the lady-in-waiting

to the aging duchess,
then the duke dies.

Follow?
- I think so.

Good. Cast of characters,

okay?... Luanne-Gabriella,
duke-Mr. Tucci,

duchess-Mrs. Tucci.

Gabriella has the duke killed to get
a hold of the castle and the grapes.

- Grapes?
- It's Italy.

It's a wine castle.
- Oh.

- Anyway, Gandalfo shows up
and the villagers go bananas, right?

- And Gandalfo is...
- We don't have a Gandalfo yet.

So what's the point, Ray?

- The point is
she's involved, right?

She's after the old man's money,
just like in the book.

Are you suggesting that she left
the book sitting around here

in some sort of subconscious
desire to be caught?

- Well, it sounds dumb,
but you got a better idea?

Maybe she just forgot it.

- What the hell you doing
with my mail anyway?

- I'm sorry, I noticed your box
hadn't been emptied in about a month.

To your credit, it seems to have been
stuffed largely with fast-food menus,

so I don't think any vital police work
has suffered. There is also a fax

that came in
from the National Crime Database.

They ran a check
on Luanne Russell.

She has a record.

For what?

Phone fraud, mail fraud.

She's a con artist?

- She has been.
She may not be now.

She's a con,

she likes me.

What does that mean?

Luciano Siracusa.

Milano Valecchia.

Mrs. Tucci.

There's Luanne Russell.

- And that's Gino Tortelli.
- Owns the Palermo

Social club. Runs the east side

for the Lagonda family.

Hey, who's that guy

with Mrs. Tucci?

I don't know.

Perhaps
we should find out.

Grazie, signorina.

Oh, Constable Fraser.

Constable, come see my Frankie.

My Frankie's come home.

Gandalfo.

It's unbelievable, my boy.

You haven't changed a bit.

I wish that were true, Father.

- Frankie. Frankie, this is
my friend, Constable Fraser.

- Oh, I've heard
a lot about you.

And I you, sir.

Excuse me, I'm, uh...

Detective Vecchio.

Lots of police.

Luanne.

Not now, Ray.

I'm so ashamed, Mama.

I should have returned long ago.
I should have been here.

If only I could see Pop again...

ask his forgiveness.

But I am never

going to leave you again.

Frankie, it's Gino Tortelli.

I was a great friend
of your father's.

If there's anything you need...

Anything...
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Welcome home, Frankie.

Welcome home.

- Maybe it's my suspicious nature,
but a guy disappears

for 20 years
and appears a couple days

after his father's murder
to inherit a million bucks?

- Hey, hands off the merchandise.
- I hate this computer.

- Well, here's why we didn't find
Franco Jr. when we ran his father.

1979, couple of chops
as a juvenile.

- Chops? Do you mean beefs?
- Yeah, beefs, loins,

chops, rib eye,
it really doesn't matter.

The point is,
they sealed the records

and they think he also
goes by the name Sammy Frank.

Went by the name Sammy Frank.

Film at 11:00 or what?

- All right, a few years back,
I was at the one-nine, right?

Couple of marshals from Tucson,
wearing big cowboy hats, fly in

to take one of our collars,
Nervous Nellie Martin,

who's up on a murder-one chop.

Hey, hang on.

Did you hear that?
Chops, chops are okay.

Thank you. Sorry.
- Chops are good.

A little applesauce on the side.
- Would you let me finish?

So the victim is Sammy Franks,

an up-and-coming mob guy,
attracting heat at the time.

But Nellie beats the rap
'cause they can't find

enough pieces of Frank's body

to identify him...
no body, no murder;

no murder, no prison volleyball.

- So this Sammy Franks may
or may not be Franco Tucci,

who may or may not be dead.

This guy at the Tucci house
may not be him.

I think you've put it well.

- Oh, I finished
checking those phone numbers

and there's nothing,

except a bunch of calls

made to a detective agency.
- From the Tucci house?

Of course.

- Why would they call
an investigator?

I don't know.

I'm going to check this out.

- It's APEX Investigations
on Van Buren.

Van Buren? Van Buren.

So do you know
when he'll be back?

He didn't say.

Look, he's not in any trouble.

I want to ask him
about this case I'm working on.

- Mr. Fahey's never in trouble
with the law. He's very law-abiding.

He doesn't even get parking tickets.

No tickets. Lucky guy.

That's a lucky guy.

You get tickets?

- Sometimes.
- I get them all the time.

I hate them, but I'm a cop,
so...

Those tickets you get,
they could kind of, you know...

That's a...

nice dress... I like that...
that's very attractive.

You think?

Oh, yeah.

You could leave
your name and number.

I mean he checks his messages.

- He must, 'cause he's out looking
for missing persons, right?

Well, not really.

Actually, his specialty
is not finding them.

Excuse me?

- To declare someone legally dead,
you must try to find them.

Something you can show a court.

Right.

- It's time
you got with the program.

I'm in charge here,
and what I say goes.

- You promised me.
- Hey, all good things must end.

You've been on the gravy train
for, what, three years now?

Are you all right?

Constable, you startled me.

Yeah, I'm all right.

Something's wrong.
Franco's acting crazy.

He's talking about putting
Mrs. Tucci in a home.

Did he say where he was going?

Get a drink.

Excuse me.

Diefenbaker, come.

I said, "Come. "

What are you doing?
You're part of a team.

There's room for one alpha dog.

Like it or not, that is me,
Alpha. Now come.

Diefenbaker, stay.

I thought you'd like that.

- I got a little something
for you. Here.

No, no, keep your money,
keep your money.

Frankie.

Hey, come back here!

- You don't want to do this.
- Sorry, pal.

Think about it, Nellie.

Right now,
I'm the only friend you have.

- Do I know you?
- No.

Who the hell are you?

- I'm Constable Benton Fraser,
Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

I... well, it's not really important.

What is important is that,
two years ago,

you were paid money
to kill Sammy Franks.

And certain people will be very unhappy
to discover you've missed a second time

and that their money,
which I'm certain is all gone,

is in fact all gone.
- Yeah, well, you got a good point.

Thank you.

Why don't you give me the gun?

And I promise you the full protection
of the Chicago Police Department.

We're gonna make a deal.

Deal? Here's your deal.

You tell us everything
we want to know, okay?

If we want to know the lyrics
to Oklahoma, you better know them.

'Cause if you don't,
we're going to kick you out of here

and broadcast your movements
on the all-news traffic reports.

You dig?
- Okay, okay, all right,

okay, fine.
- That's good.

Yeah. It's Ray.

Ray, where are you?

I checked the photo
on his P.I. licence application.

Franco Jr. 's real name
is Wayne Fahey.

He's the P.I. she hired
to find the long-lost son.

It's a scam.
- I don't think Miss Russell...

- I'm going there to pick her up.
- Ray, wait.

I can pick 'em, can't I?

...I'm in Phoenix,
and this guy says to me,

"I'm surprised you're showing
your face. " I says, "Why?"

He says a buddy just returned
from Chicago and Franco Tucci's back.

I says, "No way.
I killed the guy, you know. "

And he says, "No, no,
he's walking around. "

And I think, jeez, this is
an affront to my professional dignity.

I mean, someone pays me
good money to kill a guy,

you know, bing-bing, I kill 'em,
you know... I'm a professional.

Hey, if that's a crime,
I'm guilty, right.

Plus the Deluca family
will be trying to kill me, right?

So I hop the first plane east,
and I start asking around.

And I find he's walking around.

He's squeezing melons
like the godfather.

You took a contract on Frank Tucci Jr.

two years ago in Phoenix.

- He wasn't going by "Tucci"...
he changed it two years ago

after leaving home.
I got him on his boat.

Blew it right out of the water.

All they found of him
was pieces.

I guess it was pieces
of somebody else.

So what do you got, Constable?

- Interesting
you should ask, sir.

- You'd be unemployed
if not for guys like me.

- Ah, Mr. Nellie, got a couple
of news bulletins for you.

The good news is,
you were right the first time.

You did kill Frank Tucci
in Phoenix.

The bad news is, uh,
you just ratted out the Deluca family.

So if you're going to help yourself,
I would start pretty quick.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

- Fraser, sit back.
You're blocking the mirror.

He's there with you now?

- Yes, he's here,
and he's acting crazy.

He's running around
like a madman. What's going on?

Get out of the house.

Go.

Put it down.

You're not Franco.

You're damn right I'm not.

But someone who thinks I am
just tried to kill me.

- Why?
- I don't know,

and I don't care.

But you can have Franco Tucci,

the money, the old lady,

the whole 9 yards...
I'm getting out of here.

- I don't think so.
Drop the gun.

Man, am I glad to see you.

Someone tried to kill me.
- I heard. Now drop it.

You put the gun on the ground.
Slowly.

Kick it over here.

Kick it.

I want to know which one
of you pulled the trigger.

- What?
- She did.

The whole thing was her idea,
I swear.

- Okay, both of you,
on the floor.

- Ray.
- On the floor, both of you.

Hands behind your head,
interlock your fingers.

Get down.

Put...

the gun down.

Now!

Mr. Tucci feared
that when he died,

there would be no one
to provide for his beloved wife.

So he hired this man Fahey
to help him find his long-lost son.

When he showed Fahey
the photograph of his son,

Fahey's resemblance
to Franco Jr. was obvious.

And that was the genesis
of his scheme.

He would murder Mr. Tucci,
then impersonate the son

and lay claim to the money
and the property

that Mr. Tucci had told him
awaited Franco Jr.

- He didn't know the old man
probably would die in a few months.

- And he didn't know the real Franco
had a price on his head.

The axiom would seem to hold

that proper preparation
prevents poor performance.

- So she had nothing
to do with it.

I... I don't know what to say.

I, um, made a mistake.

I'm, uh, sorry.

Yeah, you did.

- Look, I'll talk
to my lieutenant,

and I'll get back
your 4,000 bucks.

You know, that's good, Ray.

Because as we walk along
life's highway,

it's nice to know, in a crunch,
I can really count on you.

Look, wait a minute,

I...

Why couldn't I trust her?

I mean, if I trusted her,
I would be sitting with her tonight,

instead of sitting
out here in the wilderness.

- We aren't actually
in the wilderness, Ray...

we're in a park in the middle
of downtown Chicago.

It's not you, you know...

those things I accused you of...

it's me.

I mean, I looked at her.

She's drop-dead beautiful.

She looked at me.
She's actually interested in me.

And right away, click,
I start thinking,

Okay, what is wrong with her?

What kind of guy is that?

What does that say about a guy?

Lo-o-o...

u- u-u Scagnetti...

looked at the princess
who sat across the stone table

in the stone cabin
high atop Sulphur Mountain.

And the princess smiled at him.

And for a brief second,
Lo-o-o-u-u-u Scagnetti

could hear
his own inner bell ring

as though it were rung
by a thousand angels.

And he took his hand
and he placed it over his heart.

And L-o-o-o-u-u-u Scagnetti
vowed

that never again would he kill
and eat another princess

as long as he lived.

Unless, of course,
she were covered in chokecherries

and brown lichen
with a sprinkling of dust...

- Fraser,
that is one dark story.

Yes, it is.

Spaghetti's ready.

Mm.

Where's Dief?

"Gabriella's chest
heaved at the sight of him. "

"His boldness made her feel
like a true princess. "

"As he came near her, she felt
a trembling that began... "

"... deep inside
her most secret place. "

High winds northern sky

Will carry you away

You know you have to leave here

You wish that you could stay

There's four directions on this map

But you're only going one way

Due South

That's the way I'm going

Due South

Saddle up my travelling shoes
I'm bound to walk away these blues

Due South

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