- You've been dogging us for months.
We told you all we know. - You're insane, you know that?
We already said all we got to say.
- Get the hell out of here. We want to drink in peace.
You haven't got many friends here.
Clear out.
Ah! Ah!
- You think you could? Think you could shoot a woman?
I've done worse.
- You might hesitate. - Possible.
- Might be something to consider.
- Uh... I never cared too much for those boys anyway.
That's just like him.
- And it seems like you don't have many friends here either.
You're going to tell me what happened.
You wouldn't shoot us.
Wouldn't I?
- She would, you know she would.
We don't know nothing. We didn't see nothing.
Give it up, Eddie.
- I swear to God, we weren't there.
W- w-what we said to the Mounties,
that was what the Torellis told us to say.
Oh, please, don't.
Hey, that's not loaded.
- I was afraid of what might happen if it was.
No! Oh, please, Mommy, no!
- Thank you very kindly for your help, boys.
Like to see more of that.
- I got nothing of value on board here.
- Relax, Jake, I just want a ride.
- Yeah? Where to? - Across the border.
Why's that?
- I don't want to answer questions. Will you take me?
Maggie, I got a quarter-ton
of head cheese piled up in the hold here. I can't...
But of course, you know what they say about head cheese.
It's real durable.
You, uh, you never been away from home, have you?
So why now?
I'm going hunting.
Hunting?
Hi.
Oh!
Hi. Uh... ahem.
I'm a constable.
Uh, well, obviously you are also a constable.
My name is... my constable name is Constable Benton Fraser.
- I'm Constable Maggie McKenzie, from Inuvik.
- McKenzie. The name is familiar.
Uh, well, your...
your father and my mother were friends.
I certainly know your name. You're infamous in the north.
Oh. Yes, well.
Um, so what is it that brings you to Chicago,
business or pleasure?
Neither.
I'm on the trail of two men. I thought you could help me.
Ah.
These two men are killers.
The Torelli brothers.
I heard they were in Chicago,
and had some time off.
Thought I'd come down and try and find them.
Somewhat unusual, isn't it,
pursuing something like this on your own?
The third man, the victim,
was a hunting guide.
He's, uh... he was
one of the most decent, gentle men I've ever known.
Sometimes a crime is just so bad you can't let it go.
You ever feel that way?
Frequently.
It's just that if these two men are murder suspects,
it may be more prudent to pursue this through official channels.
- Officially they had alibis, but if I find them I can prove their guilt.
I see.
- Uh, you see, in my position, I, um...
I understand, I understand.
You have no reason to get involved. Everything I heard
about you, thought you might be able to help.
Thank you kindly anyway, Constable.
- Don't let her go, son. - It's none of your business.
- I guess I feel it is. - Oh, no, no.
I didn't mean you. - She looks just like her mother.
God, it takes me back. I feel like a kid again.
Well, 50.
Is there someone else here?
- In this room, you mean? No, no.
I thought I heard someone.
- No, it's just... - Wonderful woman, Ellen.
Many's the night I sheltered in her cabin.
Long after your mother was gone, son.
I have a...
I have a friend... Here, have your bag.
I have a friend in the Chicago Police Department.
He... well, he may be able to help us.
- Sure, I mean anything, anything at all.
I mean, we have always been here to cooperate with the Mounties,
is that not right? - Yes, Ray, we've always had
a very good working relationship.
- That is the thing, relationship.
I mean, you got to know the person you're working with,
you know, like, go out for dinner and drinks.
Later, naturally, after we find that stuff you need.
Fraser, what's with the wolf?
- I think he feels unnaturally protective of Constable McKenzie.
- Not the only one. Have you got a picture of these guys?
Yes, right here.
- You know the funny thing? I have never met a Mountie girl before.
What about Inspector Thatcher?
What about her? Oh, yeah.
Um...
- Hey, hey, mitts off the hardware.
- Francesca, meet Constable McKenzie.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Need some info on two guys. - Mike and Mark Torelli.
They're brothers.
Um, you and Frase friends
from up north and everything?
We just met today.
- Oh, really? 'Cause you look closer than that.
Ahem, um, how long you been a Mountie?
- Five years. - Oh.
I'm on the waiting list for the academy.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
Yeah, the uniforms are nice, 'cause, you know,
they're black and that's always slimming and elegant.
Whereas your uniforms are...
kind of make a statement, you know?
- They're an attention-getter, all right.
Whether you want them to be or not, they're...
kind of like when you're having a bad hair day.
Or trying to sneak past a cougar
who's standing between you and some drinking water.
- Yeah, yeah... yeah, I hate that.
- Wow, I'm out of my coma. Can you do a little work?
So do you think you're going to be transferred
down here to the windy city of Chicago?
- No, no, I wouldn't last a week in the city.
In fact, I'm finding it hard to breathe right here, right now.
- Well, that's probably 'cause you don't have enough air.
Why don't you guys give her some air?
Some air.
Oh.
- Hmm... couple of cretins here.
Done time for assault, armed robbery.
Five years ago, you would have found Mark in Joliet
and Mike in Sing Sing, but...
there's nothing current.
What about an address?
Well...
according to this, they live in Green Bay.
Green Bay. Damn.
- I've got an idea that might be good and interesting.
Why don't you look up known associates in Chicago?
- Yes, that is good, Ray, and it's already done.
Tommy Ellis was a cellmate of Mark's,
and he's living in a rooming house in Sherman.
OK, let's go rattle his chain.
- Ray, there's no reason for you to trouble yourself.
Fraser, it's no trouble.
In fact, it's my duty.
- Yes, yes, but, well, this is unofficial,
and I'm sure you have other cases.
No, no! Uh...
He's got nothing. He's free.
My thoughts exactly.
Right. Well, um... shall we?
Thank you kindly.
- So, uh, Yukon Territories. So what do you do up there
at night to stay warm?
- You know, it's the Northwest Territories or the Yukon.
Thought you might have had that straightened out in your brain by now.
That's it, son.
Don't let the Yank cut in. - Do you mind?
- Mind? I'm more of a big-picture guy, OK?
That is the big picture, Ray.
Could do worse. You could get some land, build a cabin.
Nothing like four walls to make a man feel trapped...
uh, happy and content.
- What's she doing talking to old Rosy?
That some sort of Canadian thing?
- I'm sure she's not doing any harm.
- Know what, I'm going to come back later,
and I'm going to show you how it's done.
Gee, thanks. Thanks a lot.
- You didn't give her any money, did you?
No.
That's good.
Look, I'm a charitable guy and all,
it's just that with old Rosy,
I mean, you give her stuff and it just encourages her.
And, uh, she'll go around and start asking people
and, uh, some of them will get annoyed, and eventually, uh...
we'll have to ask her to leave.
No, I just gave her advice.
Advice?
Sorry.
After you.
- Thank you. - Welcome.
Tommy Ellis?
Yeah.
Chicago PD.
What's that, the police band?
- No, sir, my name is Constable Benton Fraser,
Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I first came to Chicago
on the trail of the killers of my father
and this is... - I heard that.
I've never known if it was true.
I'm afraid it is, yes.
- Did you catch them? - I did, yes.
- I have to tell you how much I admire that kind of determination.
- Oh, thank you. Thank you kindly.
- Uh, are you working for, like, World's Weirdest Videos?
No, they're Canadian.
Oh.
- Look, I got a couple of questions I want to ask you.
You know those guys?
- Yeah, I did some time with Marky.
- What for? - Driving.
Traffic violations?
- Yeah, speeding... away from a bank job.
Wrong place, wrong time.
Who's the other guy?
The man they killed.
Wouldn't know about that.
Haven't seen him since I got out.
I see.
- Hey, look, you got no right to touch me.
I'm sure Constable McKenzie
means no harm, Mr. Ellis.
Just relax.
- Scared, Tommy? - Hell, no. It's just that...
- You said you hadn't seen them? - That's right.
Not in years.
Look, you know, this isn't normal.
None of you are normal.
You want to take my pulse again, get a warrant.
I'm normal.
- In a pig's eye. - He's lying.
- No, I'm not. - Very probably.
- Most certainly. I'm 99.4% accurate.
Accurate?
I know when someone is lying.
- What would that... - It's not surprising, Ray.
I imagine you monitor pulse, galvanic skin response,
respiratory rate, like a polygraph? - Better. Look at the eyes.
So much to be learned from the eyes.
- Hey, hey... eyes, I- I-I... you know...
- My mother taught me how to spot a liar.
The best question is, what are we going to do about it?
- Well, seeing this is off the record, we won't be able to get a warrant,
but I might be able to pull a file in the morning
and see if I can squeeze him on something.
So, uh, are you hungry?
Uh, I'm actually tired.
- Oh, OK, well, I'll give you a ride back to your hotel.
Don't have a place yet.
- Oh, hey, I got a lot of room in my place...
- Actually, I think she'd probably be more comfortable
at the Consulate.
- Who'd want to stay at the Consulate, Fraser?
- Well, I do. - I mean besides you.
That's fine. That's fine.
And thank you very much for your offer.
Shall we?
Stop that.
I'll sleep in the hallway. You can take the cot.
- Oh, no, no, I'll take the hallway.
- No, I insist. - I won't put you out of your bed.
I prefer the floor.
Back home, I like to sleep out whenever I get the chance.
So that's...
Thank you.
Stubborn.
Likes sleeping on the ground, like her mother.
I'm sorry?
Sorry?
Did... did you say something?
I did?
Oh, I did.
Uh...
Up with the sun.
Up with the sun, I said. - Up with the sun. Always.
Right. Good night.
'Night.
Good hearing, too.
She's got everything.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
You'd keep her up all night with your snoring.
Oh, thank you.
Right.
Maggie?
Constable McKenzie?
Where?
Oh, it is sticking up. Good God.
Constable Fraser?
Ah.
'Morning, Constable McKenzie. - 'Morning.
I'm just, uh... I have, um, a head... I mean, I have...
my hair is... well, I mean I slept on my head.
Well, not on my head, because...
You know, in the words of Joe Obodiak,
a hat can cover a multitude of sins.
- Joe Obodiak, from Eagle Creek?
Why, yes. You knew him?
- My mother used to tan a moose hide for him every winter.
Terrific sense of fashion, for a blacksmith, old Joe.
Yeah.
I see that you're, uh...
well, you're out of uniform.
- I didn't think it was appropriate, under the circumstances.
Ah. True enough, true enough.
Well, perhaps would you like to go out for, um, for breakfast?
- I usually like to have pemmican.
- I wish, I wish... And you'd think that in a city of seven-million souls,
one might have the presence of mind to desiccate some meat,
but no. - I happen to have some.
- Pemmican. - Mm-hmm.
Dried it myself last year.
I think you'd like some too.
Oh...
Nothing tastes like that.
You must miss home, eh?
- Oh, very much. You? Oh, well, of course you...
...just came from there. - Just came from home.
- I'm sorry, Constable, This must be a real inconvenience.
- No, not in the least. Not an inconvenience at all.
And you don't have to call me Constable,
Constable... you can just call me Benton or Fraser.
That's my name. Well, Benton is my name.
- You'll never get anywhere like that, son.
I know it's not easy, but relax and be yourself.
In fact, try and relax and be someone else.
- Were you... were you just in the closet?
- She talking to me? - She seems to be talking to you.
You can see me?
Yes, of course.
- Holy Moly. - Great Scott.
- My God. You look just like Bob Fraser.
He looks like your... I only saw you a couple of times,
but I've heard about you forever.
But I guess you're older, eh?
- Old and dead. Doesn't do a lot for you.
You're dead?
- Not entirely alive. - Oh, he's quite dead.
- It's damned odd she can see me.
Very odd, very odd.
Have you seen my mom?
No.
I was hoping to run into her. Never have.
Pemmican?
No, no.
- You know, if I could suggest that we step into your office, Dad.
Right this way.
Constable Fraser! Whoo-hoo!
Tea, Turnbull, tea, at 4:00.
Sir Elsworth Smythe is arriving from London... England...
this afternoon.
- Wow, a knight right here in the Consulate.
How many for tea, sir?
Will he be alone, or will he be accompanied by his squire?
- Get a grip, Turnbull. Elton John's a knight, for God's sakes.
It's not what it used to be. - Just the same, sir,
I'll wax the round table.
And then she sees the grizzly.
She reaches down, grabs me by the hood of the parka,
throws me up in the tree... I'm 3.
I'm hanging onto this rotten old branch with one hand.
She's down on the ground, right eye-to-eye with mama bear.
It must have had some kind of understanding,
because an hour or so later, she just let us be.
Not a minute too soon.
I couldn't have hung on one more second.
- Like the time you turned up naked at the Inuvik...
- Uh, uh, perhaps Constable Fraser is playing a book on tape
and doesn't want to be disturbed.
- Constable Fraser was born disturbed, Turnbull.
Now get out of my way.
- So he ran ran buck-naked straight into the middle of...
...makes a fella homesick.
Yeah, breaks your heart.
Oh, dear.
Duty calls, son.
- Constable Fraser. - Inspector Thatcher,
I'm sorry. - For?
- I'm not sure. This is Constable McKenzie.
Inspector Thatcher and Constable Turnbull.
Pleased to meet you. Hi.
Are you here officially?
- Or unofficially? - Constable Mckenzie
is here on the trail of some suspects.
- In your closet? - At the moment, yes.
Why wasn't I informed?
- It's a... a personal matter, ma'am.
Constable Fraser's just helping me out.
Personal. I see.
This won't interfere with your duties? - Oh, no, sir.
Good.
Pemmican?
I couldn't possibly.
I see why you like her.
- Inspector Thatcher and I have a... purely a... a...
We should get back on the case. - Good idea.
I have a lead. - Oh, good. You do?
- Yes. - Well, we should... follow that lead.
- Sorry. - Excuse me.
- You did what? - Went back and talked to Tommy Ellis.
He gave me the name of a man the Torellis work with.
And you think this was wise?
- I think he was less intimidated with me alone.
- Less intimidated's your point? Maybe so unintimidated
he shoots you and dumps you in the lake?
I can take care of myself.
- Yeah, sure, but... - Hey, here he is.
Franco Zeffirelli, couple of convictions for bank robbery.
- Bank robbery. Hey, all these guys are in the same club.
Maybe the Torellis are setting something up.
Where do we find him?
Here we go again.
- Well, you know, Rosy does seem considerably more comfortable.
Yeah, but... OK, you're right.
You got a thing for her?
For Rosy? Oh, for Maggie.
It depends on what you mean by "thing," Ray.
OK, well, to be honest with you,
um, I got some feelings for her.
Then we both have feelings.
I knew it, I knew it.
A great girl comes along, one that I could really get close to,
and you're after her like a mad rabid Canadian dog.
- Ray, we have a lot in common. - You're both Canadian and kind of odd.
- I do feel oddly comfortable with her.
- Oddly comfortable. That's great.
Love Canadian style.
You know, she might prefer you.
- Oh, yeah, she's not going to go for the good-looking freak
who speaks the same language.
She'll go for the Chicago flatfoot with experimental hair.
Uh, more advice?
- Teaching her a little about trapping.
- Trapping... what does she mean...?
Forget about it.
Shall we?
What are you doing, Turnbull?
- I assumed the phone was unclean, sir.
Unclean?
- Well, dirty, yes. I noticed your hesitation...
- My hesitation was due to moral, not physical, concerns, Turnbull.
Oh?
- I was considering calling the Territories
and checking Constable Mckenzie's credentials.
- On the surface, sir, it hardly seems a moral issue.
Yes, hardly.
But the fact is,
well, I felt...
- A certain resentment towards Constable McKenzie?
- That's very perceptive of you, Turnbull.
Thank you, sir.
- So naturally, I don't want to feel as though I'm acting on any petty...
- Emotions? - No!
Of course not.
Any petty...
pettiness... or something.
I understand, sir.
You do?
No.
- At any rate, you see my dilemma.
Might I be so bold, sir.
Don't make the call. You'll feel better.
- Is that your considered advice, Turnbull?
- Yes, ma'am, it is. - Thank you, Turnbull.
Thank you, sir.
He lives here?
That's what the computer says.
Nobody home. - Hey, you want to rent it?
- Uh, no, we just want to get inside.
OK.
Yeah, he left two weeks ago owing three months rent.
Said he was going to open up a store, but I never saw any sign of it.
He lived upstairs.
Flake like that, I should have known he didn't have the balls for retail.
Good location, huh? Prime retail space.
You know you could...
Who am I trying to kid?
Close the door behind you, will you?
Thank you kindly.
There's nothing up there.
What do you got? Ah.
I hoped you wouldn't do that. - What?
- Uh, taste stuff. - It's the only way to know.
Hey. - What you got?
- Mud. - Right.
Tracked in by two different individuals.
- Great. All we got to do is find mud and we got our guys.
- Won't be that simple. - There's not just mud...
there's concrete mixed in with it.
Yeah?
When?
Right away.
We got to go.
- Inspector Thatcher. - Thatcher, Mulligan here.
- Ah, Inspector Mulligan, you're a hard man to reach.
We were about 50 miles from a phone by dog sled.
- 50 miles by dog sled from a phone.
Well, perhaps it wasn't so terribly urgent after all.
What?
- At any rate, now that I have you on the line,
I was wondering if I could ask you some questions
about Constable McKenzie... Yes, Maggie.
- Can't tell you much. She's been suspended...
She what?
Suspended...
Hey, what are you doing?
Come on, there's...
The other side of the sidewalk, please.
- You talk to this Tommy Ellis yesterday?
Yeah, what happened?
- He got himself shot last night.
- Last night. - She was here last night.
Yeah?
For you.
Hello.
Ah, Inspector...
I see.
Thank you kindly.
It would appear that Constable McKenzie's status
is something of a question mark.
Where is she?
We'd like to know.
She went to question the guy last night. He turns up dead today.
And Constable Fraser's wolf is also missing.
- Technically she's not a constable. She's been suspended.
- Suspended? - She's convinced the Torelli brothers
killed her husband. - Her husband?
Those guys killed her husband?
- Wait. She came to Chicago on the trail of her husband's killers?
- Exactly. - You knew about this?
Well, sir, I...
- There's a lot she hasn't been telling us.
She's been obsessed with these men, convinced they're the killers
in spite of the fact that they both have airtight alibis.
Her behaviour became erratic, and her superior officers
felt she was becoming a danger to the community.
So they suspended her.
- We led a nut case to the guy she wanted to kill.
- No, not exactly, sir. - We couldn't locate
the man she wanted to kill, if she wanted to kill.
- You're too incompetent to lead her to the guy she wanted to kill;
you lead her to another.
Right? - I wouldn't put it like that.
How would you put it?
- Well, sort of like that. - We don't know that she killed him, sir.
- And we don't know she didn't. How could this happen, Constable?
She seemed, uh, credible.
- You mean because of the uniform.
- And who she was. - In Constable Fraser's defence,
she did put up a very convincing front.
You never checked out her story?
No, sir, I'm sorry.
As commanding officer,
I will be taking disciplinary action.
- Oh, I bet you will. - Vecchio, you go find her.
Find her quick. While you still have your shield.
Yes, sir.
- I'm sorry, Fraser, but you have to learn.
People can't be trusted.
- Yes, sir. - Hey.
I got something...
about your case.
Don't all thank me at once.
- The victim. - The husband.
- Husband? I don't know about that.
His name's Casey Richmond. He's an associate of the Torelli brothers.
It's another bank robber.
- A cop married to a bank robber.
You're welcome.
Why can I not read women?
I mean I try, but I always get it screwy.
And this one I liked.
- What, you don't like her now? - She lied.
- Well, possibly. - No possibly, Fraser.
She... she played us like a couple of them sport fish that are easy...
Ah, Christ on a bike, you're not really going to eat those?
- Best-looking meat I seen all year.
You can get pretty good veggies from the dumpster back of Multi-mart,
but the meat... you wouldn't want to know.
Yeah, but those are... - Tasty little buggers.
So easy to catch. Would you like to try?
No, thanks.
- They're chock-a-block with protein. And actually,
the neighbourhood could benefit from a little rodent control.
- You always got to look on the bright side of things?
- Is that a defect? - No, but it's kind of dumb.
You still going to try to protect her?
- Who? Rosy? - No, Maggie.
- Oh, yes, yes, now more than ever.
- You don't even know who she is.
I intend to find out.
Her father's name was Matt Stern,
a sometime geologist and prospector
who was killed in a mine collapse in 1969, April.
- The man she married called himself Casey McKenzie.
- Is there anything to link him to Casey Richmond?
Nothing, sir.
- And she didn't know who he was.
Her mother was a trapper.
- Mm-hmm, she raised Maggie alone in the bush.
Her father?
- When he was working, he stayed close to the mine.
The rest of the time, he was off prospecting.
- Hmm, says here, she gave birth to Maggie alone in her cabin.
She was resourceful.
May I...
May I have a look at that?
Would you please tear that article out?
Yes, sir.
- Would you please tear that article out a little more quickly?
Yes, sir.
- Would you please remove your hands from the article?
Thank you kindly.
Pleasure, sir.
Down on the farm and back among...
Dad?
Hear the ladies singing to the men
That's the way they go...
- I didn't kill Tommy Ellis. I didn't have any reason to.
I didn't kill him. - Why leave the crime scene?
Is it perhaps because you're under suspension?
You know, your husband knew the Torellis,
and not just as a hunting or fishing guide.
He robbed banks with them.
- No, he didn't. No, he didn't. - Yes, he did. Yes, he did.
He knew them. They had motive.
We can find out what actually happened.
Casey didn't know them.
- He told me he didn't. - He lied.
He didn't know them.
His real name is Casey Richmond.
In 1987, he and the Torellis
robbed the Kittering National Bank in Portland, Maine.
Maggie, I'm trying to help you.
Stop her, Constable!
She's a Mountie but a lawbreaker.
It was your duty to apprehend her. You didn't.
Yes, sir.
This would be an appropriate time
to offer some sort of explanation, Constable.
There's nothing I can say, sir.
I'm sorry, Fraser...
but you give me no other choice.
Take off that uniform.
Clear off your desk.
Bring me your files.
Yes, sir.
- Uh, you can continue to live here, if you like.
Until you make some other kind of arrangements.
Thank you, sir.
Constable Fraser.
Thank... thank you, Turnbull.
Suspended.
She has been trying since day one
to get you out of your uniform.
So now you show up.
- This is serious business, son, serious business.
- It is. What should I have done, arrested her?
Not unheard of.
You're an officer of the law... or you were.
She was born May 12, 1970.
Yes, she's a young woman,
and an attractive one, but that's no excuse for you not doing your duty.
No excuse at all. - Her father was killed April, 1969.
Son, son, you really disappoint me.
When a man makes a mistake,
nothing's more important than owning up and paying the consequences.
Here you are blithering about dates or something.
- Her father died one year before she was born.
- I'm not good at math. - Apparently not.
What are you saying?
- I'm saying Matt Stern is not her father.
Ellen always said he was.
When you were in her cabin?
- Yeah. - Yeah!
Great Scott.
- Great Scott. - You're not saying...?
I am. Maggie can see you.
- Buck Frobisher can see me. I'm not his father.
- Are you sure? - Pretty sure. Why didn't she say?
Would you have stayed?
- She used to say she didn't want me to feel tied down.
Obviously, you didn't.
My God.
My kid.
I didn't get to know her.
- You didn't get to know me either.
- But at least I knew you existed.
You've got to find her, son. - How?
- She's a hunter. Find her prey, and you'll find her.
- That's great, Dad. Thanks, thanks.
Once again, that really practical advice. Really.
Fraser.
Ray.
In here.
I don't think this is the best place for you.
- I've been suspended, Ray. - I know, I know.
- I'm no longer allowed to liaise with you
as an official representative of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
- I know, 'cause you've been suspended. - Exactly my point, Ray.
- What he's trying to say, Detective, is technically, as a private citizen,
he's free to come in here and liaise his head off.
Ah, yes, sir, technically.
- Good thinking. - Thank you, sir.
- You got something? - Mud.
Again?
- We know both of them walked in it and it was mixed with concrete.
- It was? - Oh, yes.
You see concrete has a very distinctive taste.
- Oh, yeah. - And that suggests...
a construction site.
- There's a lot of construction sites in Chicago, Fraser.
- Well, yes, but this one is probably located next to a bank.
Which they were staking out.
- Right, and they got the mud on their shoes while checking out the bank.
- So we've got to find a construction site that's near a bank?
- Yes, where the concrete has recently been poured.
- Otherwise it wouldn't have been on their shoes.
- Yes, that's right. - Franny, find the construction sites
that poured cement recently near a bank.
- Right now? - Yeah.
How's she going to find this place? I mean, uh...
we got computers. What does she got?
- She's got intelligence, imagination, all the same information we have.
In addition, she's determined.
Love's burning low upon my tabletop
Snow snow softly falling
The air the air stills in the silence of my room
I hear
I hear your voice softly calling
If I could only have you near
To bring me the sound to
I would be happy
Just to hold the hands I love
On this winter night with you
Ooh ooh
- You guys really connected, didn't you?
- Yes, we did. In more ways than you think.
- Well, look, you can spare me the details.
Ray, over.
The Torellis.
Let's go.
- Hands on the wheel! Put your hands on the wheel!
Everybody down on the ground!
- Now! Everybody down, nobody move!
- You deaf, lady? I said, "down!"
You.
- You didn't really think that I'd give up, did you?
- Shoot her. - She's got a gun.
So do you.
- Could you kill a woman? - Shoot her.
I think I could kill you.
- Like you killed my husband. - No, you killed him.
We needed him, but he'd turn us in
'Cause of you, 'cause he was married to a cop.
You killed him.
Chicago PD, drop the weapon.
- Perhaps you should lower your weapon also, Maggie.
- What do you think they'd get for what they did?
25 to life?
Parole in 10, maybe 12?
She's going to shoot me.
- Maggie, don't do this. Don't throw your life away.
- Haven't you ever wanted justice? - Many times.
- Did you care what happened to you? - Not once.
Then we're the same.
Yes, we are the same.
We're cut from the same cloth, you and I.
I'm your brother.
You're what?
It's a shock, I know.
And it's probably 28 years too late
to be dispensing advice.
But you better let the law handle this.
- My brother... If he's my brother...
Who are you talking to?
- It's none of your beeswax, nosy parker.
I don't want to have to visit you in prison.
- I just want him to say it. - Maggie...
Say it!
- All right, all right, I pulled the trigger.
I killed your husband.
- Now you don't have to shoot him.
- I never intended to shoot him. I just wanted a confession.
That's encouraging.
It's not even loaded.
Thank you kindly for your help.
Butt plate, on the ground.
On the ground, down!
That was, uh...
Fraser.
I know they do things a little differently up in Canada,
but it's sort of frowned upon down here
to, uh, you know, crush your sister's smokes.
She's a nonsmoker, Ray.
- So I guess you'll be back for the Torelli trial.
I'll see you then... - Aren't forensics enough?
- Uh, no, need motive. They overheard you talking to him.
And then he got whacked, so, uh...
Right.
Besides, I owe you dinner.
That's true, you do.
I want to take them to Canada, try them there.
Uh, we got 'em first.
Hey, Rosy, where you going?
- Oh, heading east. Trapping's better by the lake.
Hey, thanks. - Any time.
To the airport? Sure.
Thank you kindly.
Maggie.
- You know, I think I stood a better chance before you were his sister.
Fraser, stop. Turn around.
Turn around again.
You done?
- If I need help tarring the roof of my trailer, will you come?
- Yes. - If my generator breaks down
and I'm cold and lonely, can I call you?
Yes.
- What if I need advice on some unsolvable case or elusive criminal?
Call me.
And you know, if you need some advice, uh...
say, about a relationship
or things of a female nature... - Really?
Don't call me.
- Benton Fraser, I look forward to having you as a brother.
Likewise.
Thank you.
And you, goodbye you.
Tell Dad I'll be looking out for him. - I will.
- Be good. - I'll try.
I know, I have a family.
- I was a miserable father twice.
Ehhh...
You did what you could.
- I never intended to stay away, son.
It's just that, back home,
everywhere I looked I saw your mother.
I know, dad.
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