[gun cocking]
- You're going to shoot a Mountie?
They'll hunt you to the ends of the earth.
[gunshot]
[theme music]
- You tell him the snowmobiles are frozen dead?
- Uh-huh. - He says, "I'll take a dogsled."
- A dogsled! This guy living in this century?
- I heard he was going overthe pass.
- Don't be ridiculous. Nobody makes it overthe pass.
- Fraser went overthe pass. - Oh, you gotta be kidding.
- It's 50 below out there. I froze coming in from my car.
- The guy is certifiable.
- Who'd he go after, anyway?
- You wouldn't believe it. - Who?
Somebody's gotta tell the chief. - That's the sergeant's job.
- Then tell the sergeant.
- When I lift this, you jam your hand down there fast.
Ready? [struggling]
- Sergeant? - Yeah.
- It's the last time he'll fish overthe limit.
- And you felt it necessary to go out there and get him now,
in the middle of one of the worst storms we've had this year?
- Yes, Sir. - Fraser,
you just tracked a man 300 kilometres because he caught too many fish?
- He exceeded the limit by quite a bit, Sir.
- How much could a man fish overthe limit
that would justify you recklessly endangering your life
and the reputation of this police force?
- Four-and-a-half tonnes, sir.
- Of fish?
- Yes, sir.
He was dynamiting the rivers,
scooping the salmon off the surface with a backhoe.
So I destroyed the plastic explosives,
the nitroglycerine, fragmentary mines,
and I then donated the three-and-a-half truckloads
of fish to a local Inuit village.
The tribal elder said he would call you with his thanks
as soon as their local phone lines were restored.
[door opening]
- Sir, there's a tribal elder on the phone foryou,
and this just came in overthe wire.
- It's yourfather.
- Time was you could look out that window and see nothing but geese.
Thousands of 'em.
That river down there?
Beavers used to cover it like a bunch of hairy little ants.
Government kind of put 'em out of business.
- Yeah.
Everything's changing.
- Still don't know what the hell he was doing there.
Ten below zero, middle of nowhere.
- His logbook?
- Closed his last case over a week ago.
So he'd been catching up on paperwork.
But you know your dad.
He'd ratherfreeze his rump off than hug a desk.
Thirty-odd-six standard hunting ammo.
It's the first week of the season.
Suddenly every damn idiot wants to kill something.
Near as we can tell, he must've caught a stray bullet.
Useless damn way to die.
Son, every officer in this post
spent the last three days combing that gulch.
If there was evidence of foul play, we would've found it.
When was the last time you talked?
- Christmas.
- Well, I guess the more you know someone,
the less needs to be said.
- This is mine.
You want meat, Mountie? Go to a supermarket.
- You killed him?
- Nope.
- Seen any hunters
come through here?
- Yeah.
- They killed him? - Nah.
- Then who?
- Nobody.
He just drank too much.
- Betty, honey,
you got milk. Guy brought home a gallon yesterday.
Yeah, look in the fridge.
I never should've bought the damn thing.
Now it's "Bring milk, bring butter."
I'm up at 10,000 feet and she wants me
to stop at a 7-Eleven.
Uh, a week ago, you say.
- It would've been a party of six.
- Uh, brought some nuns up on a retreat. Does that help?
- Not unless they were carrying firearms.
- You're sure they were Americans, eh?
- They were all wearing new boots, driving a Jeep Wrangler,
and they carried big guns.
- Americans it is.
Now here you go. Uh, a bunch of dentists from Chicago.
Came up forthe weekend,
killed their limit and went home early.
- Do you have a passenger list?
- Uh, yeah.
[woman's voice on phone]
I'll need it back.
- Thank you.
- Hey, no problem. - Are you listening to me, honey?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Uh, foot powder, I'll need some foot powder.
- Foot powder? - Yeah.
- Pet, was it?
- You think you can tell me what killed it?
- Toss it in the freezer. It'll be a few days.
[bagpipes playing]
- Twenty-two years ago,
I came to the Northwest Territories as a corporal.
Even then, the name Bob Fraser was spoken with awe
among the ranks of the new recruits.
It was said that he could track a ghost
across sheer ice, and that a young officer
would have to move fast and drive hard
just to catch his shadow.
Many have followed the spirit and traditions
of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
Afew have embodied it.
The name of Sergeant Robert Fraser will always be among them.
- To yourfather.
May he not give the angels a moment's peace.
- Your dad and I spent too many nights in places like this.
- What did they say?
- I gave 'em your list of names. They'll assign an officer
to check them out.
- With respect, Sir, the Chicago PD
is not gonna make this a high-priority case.
No, thank you.
- Didn't fall too far from the tree, eh?
- I understand that there's an opening
at the Chicago Consulate.
- And you're gonna what?
Go charging across the border, frisking sportsmen
at random?
Ben, man to man, if this really was a murder,
I'd like to find whoever did it and show him the view
from the end of a rope. But I can't do that
and neither can you.
There were 100 hunters out in the woods that day.
Most of them from God-knows-where.
You found six. They will check them out.
Let them do their job. - I realize I wouldn't be allowed
to work the case, Sir, but if I'm in the same city,
I can at least check on their progress.
- Tell me, Constable, how many years you been on the force now?
- Thirteen.
- And what was the biggest city you ever worked in?
- Moosejaw. - Yeah.
And you were transferred out afterfive weeks
because you couldn't adapt
to such an urban lifestyle.
You're like yourfather.
Up there in No-man's-land, there isn't a better cop in the world.
But in Chicago, they'd eat you alive within minutes.
Sorry.
- I understand.
But you also understand that nothing is gonna stop me
from finding my father's killer and bringing him to justice.
- Give him the transfer. - Huh!
Come on, Charlie. You think they're gonna let him do anything?
He'll have no jurisdiction.
- Chicago PD is gonna treat this like any other request.
The only way they're gonna catch this guy
is if he's picked up for a broken taillight
and blurts out a spontaneous confession.
This was Bob Fraser.
Give him the transfer.
- Help feed the hungry.
Food forthe hungry.
What is it?
- Pemmican.
Now, if you're still hungry when you finish it, drink water.
It expands in your stomach.
So they won't operate on your little girl
unless you pay them in advance?
- Hey, man, without seeing the cash, they won't give you an aspirin.
- You promise to pay me back within the week?
- As God is my witness.
- Well, I'm afraid all I can give you is 100.
- You're gonna give a perfect stranger a $100? You're kidding.
- Son, I never kid about a child's life.
Oh. You take it, ma'am.
Hi.
Oh. Please.
- Nanuk of the North.
- Constable Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
- No kiddin'. You got a dog?
- He's in quarantine. - Shame. You like pigeons?
- I don't have much experience with them.
- Sarge, you wanna move it along? - Shut up, Deets.
It's not that they're dirty,
it's just that I'm starting to question their loyalty.
- I'm looking for an officer
assigned to this case number.
- Oh, yeah. You're gonna like this fellow.
Drop your stuff overthere.
Through those doors, down the hall,
third holding cell
on your right.
- His name? - You can't miss him.
Just look for Armani.
- Can you read that? Does the label not say "Armani"?
Of course it's original merchandise.
Afriend of mine just sorta found a truckload
sitting on the side of the road. - Isn't this kind of a strange place
to do business? - Hey, at least in here,
you know who you're dealing with. - Excuse me.
I'm looking for a Detective...
Armani?
- Come on. You mean me? Guard?!
Okay, who let the Mountie into the holding cell?
- I'm sorry. I believe there's unfortunate confusion
over an unfamiliar idiomatic trade name.
- What the confusion was, was down here, we don't bust in
on some guy when he's about to take down the biggest operator
in the garment district for buying stolen merchandise!
- Oh, so you were attempting to sell him a truckload
of illegally obtained men's clothing? - That's right.
- Isn't that entrapment?
- What do you want from me?
- I was told...
that you were in charge of this case.
- Ah, yes, the dead-Mountie thing.
Like I couldn't have guessed.
Look, I got your list of names in my basket here.
The moment I get a chance, I'm gonna go to the computer,
pick up the phone and call you with the information
so you can go get your Boy Scout points.
Now, is there anything else?
- Yes.
The dead Mountie was my father.
And I would appreciate it if you would check the names
while there's still a chance of catching the man who killed him.
Oh, and by the way, he's not in the garment business.
- What? - Your man in the cell.
He had a hole in his shoe. I'm not familiar with your city,
but I would assume that a big garment buyer
wouldn't be caught dead with a hole in his shoe.
So, like you,
he is pretending to be someone he's not.
- So you want to be a deputy liaison officer, eh?
- It was my understanding I already had the position, Sir.
- No. You're the acting deputy liaison officer.
You're on probation. No, I've read your reports.
Nobody's questioning your abilities as a police officer,
but this is, um, Big City, USA.
And a consulate office
is an entirely different kettle of, uh...
- Fish? - Fish. Uh...
Do you even know what we do here?
- As chief liaison officer, you work closely with the local police
and the various arms of the criminal-justice systems
and the intelligence community on matters of mutual interest.
- Basically, yes.
However, the FBI and CIAtypes are very picky who they cozy up to.
You've got to earn their respect.
You've got to gain theirtrust.
And at the same time, show them you're nobody's lap dog.
- Lap dog, Sir?
- These are Americans, Fraser.
If they think they can walk all overyou,
they will. It's a delicate balance.
You've got to be just as shrewd and cunning and ruthless
as they are.
And then, being Canadians, we have to be polite.
- Polite, Sir?
- What's the one thing you hear Americans say about Canadians,
over and over again?
They're such nice,
polite people.
So we use that against them.
- I'm not exactly clear as to how we do that, Sir.
- We let them underestimate us.
You'd be surprised the number of people who underestimate me,
Fraser. - I don't think so, Sir.
- How many times
I've been at some diplomatic cocktail party,
when people start to say something and then stop,
realizing I'm within hearing distance,
and then say, "Oh, it's just the Canadian."
It always works.
Though it never quite...
Ioses its sting.
It's, uh...
So, it's a big job with a lot of ground
to cover. Do you think you're up to it?
- I'll do my best, Sir. Uh, ahem, as to my duties?
- Oh, Leanne'll give you a full briefing.
She takes care of all that, uh...
stuff. Have you met Constable Brighton?
My right arm. She's the best assistant a man could have.
- Yes, Sir. - You'll, uh...
give, um...?
- Fraser. ...Fraser here a full briefing
on all the, uh, you know, the...
- Yes, Sir.
- And I'll just, uh...
take the, uh...
Uh, can...
Well, uh, I'll just...
have lunch, because...
- This is your office.
- It's very nice.
- This is your desk...
This is the phone...
This is your Rolodex,
this is yourtape-dispenser,
and this... is your stapler.
- Thank you. - Oh, there's more.
This is your pencil sharpener,
this is your appointment calendar,
this is your combination pencil cup,
these are your pencils,
and this... is your plant.
- You know, I can do this.
- You sure you don't want help with your computer?
- I don't want to...
- Well, then, I'll be at my desk.
- Well, I... I appreciate the, uh...
- I want to apologize. That was uncalled for.
- Well, I was a little curious...
- You see, this was supposed to be my job.
I put in fouryears behind that desk out there,
getting coffee, running errands,
organizing every minute detail of his life. I paid my dues.
I'm a cop, Fraser. Picking up dry cleaning
just doesn't come naturally. - Well, I didn't...
- And then the job opens up,
and I'm finally gonna get to do something otherthan show my legs.
And it's, well, "We're sorry,
but we don't think you're quite ready forthe job.
We need someone with kayaking experience."
- I don't recall that... - They didn't say that, Fraser.
They didn't have to. They hired you, didn't they?
Can I be frank?
I have nothing against you personally.
I'm sure you're a very nice person and you're very good
at wrestling fur-bearing animals, but I'm gonna do everything
in my powerto have you fired, because this is my job.
I don't mean to sound like a bitch.
- Oh, no. No, not at all.
- I'm not usually like this.
- No, I can see that.
Perhaps you can tell me... I'm a bit unclear as to what my, uh...
your... the job actually entails.
- Well, that's the one good thing about this menial job of mine...
I hold the duty roster. Which means that your job
is pretty much whatever I tell you it is.
- Where do I start?
- Come along, boys.
Excuse us.
- Hey, what's up?
It's you.
I didn't recognize you standing there like that.
Okay, I acted like a jerk.
I didn't realize it was yourfather.
I should've checked into it earlier. I'm sorry.
Anyway, you were right about the goomba in the cell.
Now, I dig around,
and I find out that this guy's Internal Affairs,
trying to nail my butt for illegal entrapment.
Can you believe that?
This guy's trying to entrap me into entrapping him.
Cops.
In any case, I figured I owed you one,
so, uh, here it is. Thanks.
Come on, I'm apologizing here. What else do you want from me?
You're kidding, right?
This is your job? This is, like, your real job?
Do you believe it? This is his job.
They actually pay people to do this in Canada.
Sorry.
Anyway, I, uh... I checked into that list of names foryou,
and I came up with something that might be something,
so we should talk.
You putting me on, right?
Okay, you just let me know when you get off,
and I'll come back.
You got a break coming up soon or something?
I'm talking to a corpse here.
Oh.
So I called the American Dental Association
and everyone on your list comes up as members.
Only of them, this Dr. Lawrence Medley, isn't current with his dues.
So I call the last number they have on the guy,
and the nurse says he can't come to the phone,
seeing that he's been dead 12 years. This makes me curious.
- Only takes an extra second to be courteous. Afteryou, ma'am.
Oop. Afteryou, Sir.
- Are we gonna get on, or what?
[sighing]
My bet is there ain't a lot of high-speed chases in Canada, huh?
- I'd actually never met him.
He called and said he'd heard about our annual hunting trip.
He asked if he could come along. Harry Prentiss, periodontist.
He usually comes with, but this year he had that accident, so, uh...
Let me take a look here.
Ah, there he is!
Yeah, Larry Medley. He's the one in the corner.
And I believe
that's the only one I got of him. Yep.
For some reason, he was never around when we were taking pictures.
Not much of a hunter. No, he didn't shoot a thing.
I came home with that big fella right there.
- So how do you know him? - I don't. I never said I did.
ljust have this feeling that I've seen him before.
- You recognized his face? - Not so much his face as his nose.
- His nose? - Yeah, it's like I have this ability.
Everyone's nose is distinctive.
No two people have exactly the same nose.
ljust have this thing where I neverforget a nose.
Call it a gift.
You know how to type? - A hundred words a minute. Why?
- June '86, I'm walking a beat.
I get a call on this domestic-violence case. Very, very messy.
The guy has his wife's arm in a car door
and he's slamming it and slamming it.
Now, when I see the guy in the photo, I flash on this guy's nose.
That's the puppy. Frankie Drake. What do you think?
- It's exactly the same nose. - What did I tell you.
Now, it stuck in my mind,
because Homicide had been trying to nail him for a mob hit.
- He's a hired killer? - Well, I don't think
he hunts for relaxation, Fraser.
Now, someone wanted your dad out of the way
enough to import a professional. You have any idea why?
- No.
Do you have an address?
- Yeah, but it's not worth the cab fare to check.
He'd been long gone by now.
- Would you have an idea?
- One lead, okay?
I'm gonna follow up one lead and that's it.
Because I don't have time to make a career of this case.
And getting my name in some Yukon gazette
ain't gonna do bupkiss for my career. You understand?
- I understand.
- Good. Now mush, yee-hah, or whateveryou Canadians say.
- Where are we going? - There's this place I know
where a lot of heavyweights hang out. The kind of people
who can reach out and touch somebody like Frank.
Now, I've been working it for months. You know, hanging out, fitting in.
They think I'm complete scum.
And down here, your reputation is everything.
Where the hell did I leave my car?
- Thirty-two degrees south.
- Right.
Uh, what's yourfirst name, anyway?
I mean, I can't keep calling you Fraser.
- Benton. - What's yourfirst name?
- Benton. - Do you have a first name?
- Can we make a stop on the way? - Sure.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing? What are you doing? He's on me!
- Diefenbaker! - He's on me!
- Dief... - He's getting intimate with me!
Did you see him? - I'm sorry.
- He was getting intimate with me! - He's usually much better behaved.
He's just excited to be out of that quarantine cage.
- You wanna tell him to get off of me?
- Diefenbaker... - Oh, yeah, he's very well-trained.
- Well, he is, actually. He's just deaf.
- Deaf! - And he's facing the wrong way,
so you just tell him yourself. - I'm not real good with dogs.
- Actually, he's more of a wolf. - Wolf!
- Just try to enunciate. - Get - off - me.
- Sorry.
- There is a deaf wolf in my backseat.
- Yes. Two years ago, he jumped off an ice floe into Prince Rupert Sound
and pulled me out. And his eardrums burst from the cold.
- Really? I didn't know wolves saved lives.
- Well, he doesn't always.
I mean, he'll save you if he sees you.
- Oh, great.
Now, you won't find this on most of yourtourist maps.
And I wouldn't go walking around here by yourself.
- Really?
- Trust me on this, will you.
That's the joint.
Now just tell him to stay here and not to eat anything
with an emblem on it, all right?
- Stay - here.
- He reads lips?
- I've never been sure. If so, he's self-taught.
[beep!]
Hmm.
'Evening. - Check it out.
Excuse me. My friend here tells me
that this isn't a very good neighbourhood.
So I wonder if you mind watching the carfor us.
- Absolutely. - Thank you.
[cackling]
ljust asked them to watch the car.
- I think they were already watching it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Red.
We can't just go marching in there. I have a history with these people.
They think that I'm one of them.
Do you understand?
- Ah, so you want me to blend into the crowd.
Ah.
- You have a hat line
embedded in yourforehead.
- Well, perhaps if we identified ourselves and questioned them directly,
they'd cooperate. - And what would make them do that?
- Their basic respect forthe law.
- I think we're gonna do this my way.
Now, why don't you just...
stand here and pretend that you're a fire hydrant or something.
- And if you get into trouble?
- I'll do a moose call.
- Did I not tell you to stay in the car?
Let's go.
Let's - go.
- Hey, Chuck, how's it going? You still single?
Ha-ha-ha! Life's a bitch, huh?
Listen, do me a favour. I'm looking for a friend of mine.
- You're in the wrong neighbourhood there, kiddo.
You've got no friends here.
- Ah, come on, Chuck. I got nothing but friends.
Everybody likes me. I do business with everybody.
And, uh, I'd like to do a little business with Frankie Drake.
You seen him around? - You know, Vecchio,
it's the strangest thing...
every time I introduce you to someone, the cops appear.
- I got some unreliable people working for me, Chuck.
It happens. What can I say? - I dunno. Use your imagination.
- Hey.
What the hell is going on?
- You've been made, man.
- Ah, come on.
Just because I carry a gun, does that make me a cop?
Okay. Okay. Now, maybe I offended some of you guys, but, uh...
I know, I know, let me make it up to you.
I'll give $500 to anybody who knows what a moose sounds like.
- Excuse me,
may I have your attention, please?
[music stops]
Thank you. Anyone carrying illegal weapons,
if you would place them on the bar, you are under arrest.
You realize I'm going to have to confiscate that.
- Hey, Dudley Do-Right, you got no jurisdiction here.
- Now, that is true, Son.
However, this gentleman does.
Ray,
would you be so good as to show them your ID.
And now, if you will all
just step back, Detective Vecchio and I will collect your weapons.
- Would it be asking too much to show us your gun?
- No, not at all.
I carry a standard.38-calibre Smith & Wesson service revolver.
But without a local license, I am not permitted to use it.
And that is why...
it's empty.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
You're a good citizen. - Okay, weapons on the bar.
You heard the man. You!
You! Do it! On the bar! Don't even think about it, Scarface.
- Thank you. I'll be back forthose.
- Yo,
Batman!
Who carries an unloaded gun? Would I carry an unloaded gun?
Would somebody I know carry an unloaded gun?
What do they shoot people with in Canada, serviettes?
Does the word "bullets" mean anything to you?
- I think we're on the right track.
- Francis Drake.
Yeah, like the explorer. I've never heard that one before.
Guess who.
Well, I thought you said there weren't gonna be any complications.
Yeah. Yeah, a big one. And it's wearing a hat.
No, no. No, no. I'll take care of him myself,
but, uh, I'm afraid there'll be an additional charge.
Oh, yes, Sir.
My pleasure.
- One solid-oak bar,
16 tables, 12 chairs,
one etched mirror, six by nine,
one antique pool table,
two doors, 32 bottles of liquor,
and a Pabst Blue Ribbon neon clock.
Does this seem like a fairly accurate list of the damages, Detective Vecchio?
- I don't believe
the pool table was an antique, Sir.
- Oh, well... we'll never know, will we?
Because all that's left is this bag of felt.
I sought refuge
behind the item in question
when the suspect pointed a shotgun in my direction and fired repeatedly,
Sir. - The suspect.
I'm glad we got around to that, because I would hate to think
that we're responsible for all this damage
without a very good reason.
You say you identified him by his nose.
- Yes, Sir.
- You didn't say something about his nose,
causing him to fire repeatedly into the bar?
- No, Sir.
- You just felt that his nose was so offensive,
that you decided to pursue
and arrest him. - Captain, the suspect is a known felon
and, you see, I had this hunch... - You had a hunch?
Ha-ha! A hunch. And you coupled your hunch
with your positive identification of his nose.
And this was the basis foryour investigation.
An investigation which...
resulted in injury... seven people:
three with gunshot wounds, two with broken limbs,
one hospitalized with a concussion,
and one... who claims to have been bitten by a wolf.
- The wolf was just trying to help, Sir.
- They usually are.
- If I could say something, Sir?
- Well, of course you can, young man.
I don't see how a Mountie fits into this case, but...
I like to keep an open mind.
- It was at my urging that Detective Vecchio went to the bar.
- Ah, so...
it wasn't just a hunch about a nose.
You went there at the urging of a Mountie.
Detective...
how many open, unsolved crimes are on your desk right now?
- Forty-one.
- And how about you, Constable Fraser? How many open, unsolved cases
are you working on right now?
- One, Sir. - One.
Then, as intrigued as I am by this case,
let me suggest that you go back to your desk
and you pick up any one of those open 41 files,
and you put your nose into it
and you keep it there until you have an epiphany.
- Yes, Sir. - Yes.
- I'll write up a report.
I'm sure he'll see this was all my responsibility.
- Yeah, thanks.
You need this number
for a Dr. Somebody? - He called.
- So it says. - May I?
[ring!]
- Coroner's Office. - It's Constable Fraser.
- Oh, yeah. I was just about to put this thing in the mail to you.
I, uh, I did that autopsy on that caribou you dropped off.
It drowned.
- I'm sorry? - Drowned.
Lungs were full of water. That do anything foryou?
- It drank too much.
- Yeah, it's another way of looking at it.
I'll mail you the report. - Thank you.
How much do I owe you?
- Explanation.
- A hundred yards from where my father died,
I found the carcasses of several-dozen caribou.
Coroner says they drowned.
- And I thought they were such great swimmers.
- They didn't have to be.
They drowned on dry land.
It's forthe call.
I appreciate you putting yourself out for me.
Tarzan wasn't a ladies'man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up
Under his arm
Like that
Quick as a cat in the jungle
But Clark Kent now there was a real gent
He would not be caught
Sitting around in no junglescape
Dumb as an ape doing nothing
Superman never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair
The world will never see
Another man like him Taxi!
- You know,
we even heard about yourfather down here.
He was quite the man.
- Yes, he was a great man.
Walk herto her door.
- This is Canadian.
- So is she.
But he stayed in the city
And kept on changing clothes in dirty old phonebooths
Till his work was through
Then nothing to do but go on home
- 10 January, 1969.
I tracked McClay up the Chilkoot Pass.
I found him at the top,
half a mile from from the border.
His ankle was broken, his ammunition spent.
He just sat, staring at the horizon.
I took his rifle without a struggle.
All he said was, "Don't tell my son."
And then he jumped.
The man was falling to his death,
and all he cared about was how his son would remember him.
I buried him there this morning.
I'll tell Gerard he got away from me.
The last time I saw Ben, he was barely tall enough
to reach my belt.
When I said goodbye, he shook my hand.
Never a tear or a complaint.
Seven years old, and he's already a stronger man than I'll ever be.
Someday, I'll tell him.
[song]: Sometimes I despair the world will never see another man
Like him...
- You know, I started thinking
when you left. - You solved all 41 cases?
- Yeah, well, I got restless, I made a few calls...
The truth? I checked every snitch I ever knew.
No one's talking, no one knows Drake,
no one wants to know me.
What's this?
- It's my father's journal I was just reading.
- Looking for something you missed?
- Yeah.
- 1969?
You're going back a ways.
You find anything?
- I dunno.
- Look...
I know how you must feel.
I mean, if it was my old man...
Well, if it was my old man, I'd be the last person he'd want
on the case. He pretty much thought
that I screwed up everything I evertouched.
You know, he's been dead forfive years now
and I still feel like I'm trying to prove myself to him.
Yourfather want you to be a cop?
- I dunno.
All these years, I can't remember him ever asking me
to do anything for him. Not one thing.
This is the only time he's ever needed my help.
- You got any otherfamily?
- No.
- Well, I'm gonna show you why you're a lucky man.
Come on. - Maria,
you are not getting an annulment.
- Ma, how can you say that? The man is an animal.
- You're among friends, use yourfingers.
- Ma, he's a beast.
- A man who buys his wife a leopard-print housecoat
is no beast.
- For an anniversary present?
Five years, we've been together. All he come up with
is a used housecoat. - It was not used.
The guy just happened to sell lingerie out of the trunk.
- Make any sense out of the dead caribou?
- Uh, no.
- Francesca, you stay out of this. - Ma!
- Is it always like this?
- It's okay. They only attack the ones they love.
- Don't you call her Ma. And get your own polenta.
You ate it all.
- She's still my mother-in-law. I'll call her what I like.
- All right, stop the arguing. I'll get...
- No, Ma. Don't touch the polenta.
He can get his own.
- He's my husband. I will tell her
not to get the polenta. - Maybe you should tell her
not to get the polenta. - Uh, perhaps I can get the polenta.
- Could you bring the pan, please?
- He's very nice. So polite. - He's Canadian, Ma.
- Oh, I thought he was sick or something.
- Is he married?
What? - Ray. Polenta?
- Uh, sort of like a yellow pemmican.
- Right.
- At least my husband neveryelled at the dinnertable.
- Maybe because he wasn't around long enough to have a full meal!
- He broke her arm!
- Huh! - He did?
- I found the polenta.
- We gotta go - I'll get my hat.
- Broke whose arm?
- Drake. He broke his wife's arm.
- Ah, well, of course he did. He's a man, isn't he?
- All men are evil just because you can't keep one?
- Now, we find the ex-wife, we find Drake.
This a woman who'd love to see him behind bars.
[arguing]
- Thanks for dinner, ma'am. - You hardly ate a thing.
Wait, I'll wrap it up... - It was very nice to meet you.
Um, maybe next time you can bring your girlfriend.
- Oh, I'm afraid I don't...
- Oh, really? - Rolando!
- Ma...
Grazie.
- Looks dark.
- Driver's license says she still lives here.
Now, watch what you say to her. You don't want to spook her.
And take your lead from me. You gotta know how to play these people.
What are you doing?
Put that down. You don't know where that's been.
Ah, no! That is disgusting!
Put that down. Don't do that.
God!
That is disgusting.
- I'm sorry. - Can't I take you anywhere?
Mrs. Drake?
Police. May we come in? Thank you. - Do you have a warrant?
Hey, my kid is sleeping.
- We're looking foryour husband, Mrs. Drake.
- Well, we're divorced. He doesn't live here.
Now get out of my house. - But you know where he is.
- Yeah, we exchange love letters.
I don't see him, I don't speak to him. Now get out of my house.
- Come on, you don't want us taking you in, waking up the kid, right?
Now, has he seen his father?
- Get out. Get out of my house!
- We're sorry to disturb you. We won't keep you
any longer. Let's go. - What?
- Ray.
- Great. You know,
maybe we should've had tea on the chesterfield instead.
- I'm sorry, ma'am.
Oh, uh, Mrs. Drake,
when your husband was here this afternoon,
did he threaten?
- I haven't seen him, okay?
- We can protect you.
- He's in Chinatown.
Don't think you can just arrest him.
You kill the son of a bitch.
- Okay. Okay, it was the mud, right?
You knew it came off his shoe because when you sniffed it,
it smelled like mud. I mean, what else does mud smell like?
- Perhaps something that was on the floor of the bar.
- Wood? No, no, beer. And maybe, uh, peanut shells.
And when you tasted it...
which, by the way, I can't believe you put that in your mouth...
you tasted the salt
from the peanut shells and knew that he'd been here! Right?
- Wrong.
I guessed,
I had a hunch.
- No, no, no, no. You don't have hunches, I have hunches.
- I had one of your hunches, Ray. Felt good.
- And what was with the mud? You put mud in your mouth.
- Ray, she was looking out the window.
I simply made her believe that I'd found something.
- You made her believe that you were a mud-eater!
I can't believe I'm sitting in the same car with you.
- Where is this address? - Why? What are gonna do,
tell him to surrender oryou're gonna eat something
off the curb?
- Very convincing.
Now, let's put you...
and your momma to bed, huh?
- 1-2-700 Franklin, want officer on the scene
and tell him not to shoot the guy in the hat.
- Backup's on the way.
- So where you from?
- Is this a good time to be discussing this?
- Come on, we're two friends out for a walk. Where you from?
- Well, I grew up with my grandparents in Inuvik.
- Really? Is that downtown Inuvik, or more the outskirts?
- More the outskirts. Then, when I was eight,
we moved to Aleut and afterthat, Tuktoyaktuk.
- Ah, let me guess. Your grandparents were what, nomadic glacierfarmers?
- Librarians. Do we have a warrant? - Practically.
Here's a man who doesn't know how to spend his money.
- You know, Ray...
- Fraser!
I, uh...
I think this was a big mistake.
- Yeah.
- I screwed up. I'm sorry.
- Don't.
- Yeah.
- Ben...
you were supposed to work through the police.
You'd no right to be in that apartment,
working this case.
You'll have to come back with me. There'll be a fitness-board hearing.
I did what I could. - I know.
- I'll get the car.
- I'm sorry.
- Diefenbaker.
- Oh, uh, I'll get him through quarantine.
I'll have him back up north before you are.
- Thank you.
- You know what I was just thinking about?
The first time I met yourfather.
We were standing out for inspection, he had one boot on.
Sergeant looks down
at his feet and says...
- You okay?
- C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Move!
- I am making a citizen's arrest!
- I'll take over.
- I got him! - No,
I got him.
He reached for his knife.
- There was no knife.
- The man killed yourfather.
He was reaching for his knife.
We both saw it. [screeching brakes]
RCMP.
[sighing]
- This used to be a feeding ground forthousands of caribou.
They lived off the land and so did we.
Till the water came.
They said it wouldn't change anything...
but...
now some nights...
the rivers run backward.
Land becomes an ocean...
and the caribou die.
And in the morning,
the ocean is gone.
All back here, neat and tidy.
- Why haven't you told someone?
- Told yourfather.
He didn't do anything.
Neither will you.
[barking]
- He knew what they were doing at the dam.
- Most people around here did.
But they earn their livings off it.
People want homes, jobs.
You know much money this dam
brought into this community?
How many people would be hurt if they shut it down?
Progress has its price.
- And what was yours?
They paid you to keep quiet about it.
He was gonna turn you in.
That's what I'm gonna do.
- I wasn't the only one they paid.
Gave his whole life to the people up here.
And all he ended up with was that shack of his.
He wanted to buy a little piece of land up there someplace.
You blame him?
Can you see your dad stuck in some government retirement home?
Not likely.
It wasn't easy to convince him to take the money,
but he finally did.
- This is just a piece of paper.
- Didn't start off as such a big thing.
They built the damn thing wrong.
It can't hold that much water.
So you twist a valve here, press a button there,
you let out a little.
Only it turned out
to be more than a little.
And they had to keep doing it.
I think when he saw what they were doing to the land,
he just couldn't live with it.
He wanted out.
They wanted me to do it.
I couldn't.
I made a call.
- He was yourfriend,
you son of a bitch.
- Yes, he was.
Yourfather was a great man.
A hell of a lot better man than me.
And now he's only got one thing left.
His reputation.
Arrest me and you take away the only thing he lived for.
It's your call.
Check the bank.
It's all there.
I'm sorry.
- The enormous prosperity which Phase I of our operation
has brought to this region will be more than doubled by Phase II.
Afacility which will not only boom the economy of this unique community,
but which will, when completed, provide vital hydroelectric power
forthe people and industries of most of the eastern seaboard.
Ladies and gentlemen, with great pride,
I give you Phase II. [applause]
Well? - He won't cause any trouble.
- Good. Because I'd hate to see a perfectly good career go to waste.
- Yours or mine?
- This time, do it right.
[barking]
- You everthink about getting a phone?
We use 'em quite a bit in the States now.
Maybe you've seen the commercials for 'em?
- Ray? - Go ahead, shoot.
It'd be a hell of a lot easier than getting out of this snowsuit.
- Are you supposed to be out of the hospital?
- Figured who did it.
I was lying there, and ljust kept
going over it and over it in my head.
If Drake didn't have a phone in his apartment, how'd he do business?
So I check out the payphone at the bar we busted up,
one call to Canada, number in this area code.
You know who he called?
- Gerard. - Exactly.
You knew?
- Yes. - You couldn't've called
and told me this? - I'm sorry.
- Drop me a postcard saying, "Hi, I solved the case"?
- My mistake. - "Don't bother crawling out
of your deathbed, and flying up to the armpit of the frozen north,
I figured out who did it"?
- Can I help you get out of that?
- Just point me to the john.
- Well, uh...
- So we got some fishing rods,
a rifle last used by Chuck Conners,
and a bag of rice.
So what's your plan? - We wait forthem to come.
- Yeah, and...? - Then we arrest them.
- You see, that's such a simple plan that the American mind
automatically tends to discount it.
So let me run it back to you. We wait here;
Gerard and God knows who else comes, sometime when, we're not sure.
And then, when we least expect it, they shoot us dead
with automatic weapons. Any part I left out?
- Yes. I need Gerard alive to testify, so we can't kill him.
- Oh, I don't think we're in any danger of doing that.
- When I graduated from the academy,
my father gave me one piece of advice.
He said, "Always..."
No. He said, "Never..."
Well, actually, he gave me two pieces of advice.
I've forgotten the other one, but the important one is:
"Never chase a man over a cliff."
- That's supposed to mean something in Canadian, isn't it?
- If you're gonna take on a man, you better know more than he does.
Our strength is, I know this area betterthan anyone.
Their weakness is, they think they have an advantage.
- Let me see that bag.
Being American, I also know where my strength lies.
And that's in being as heavily armed as possible at all times.
It's all completely legal, I swearto you.
- Time to feed the troops.
Let's go.
I don't have time to argue.
Okay, girls.
[barking]
Diefenbaker?
What are you doing, huh?
Come on.
[screaming]
- Grenade!
- You okay? - They're here.
- Yeah, they knocked.
- This way.
We're taking the sled. - With dogs?
[gunshot] Go, go, go!
Mush!
Mush! Yee-hah!
Mush! Go!
- Okay, guys.
- Hah! Hah! - Left!
- Hah!
- Use that!
- How?
[Ray screaming]
Whoooa...!
- Hang on!
Look, when we get past this bend, jump off!
- Like hell! - They'll follow me!
- Yeah, because I'll be dead from falling off the sled!
- Just get this guy off my tail. I can take the other one.
- All right.
Ah, jeez.
Jeez. I gotta have some more.
Ahhh!
- Ugh!
- Cool.
- Hah! Hah!
Obviously, yourfather never gave you that piece of advice.
[whimpering]
[gun cocking]
It's over, Gerard.
You can't coverthis one up.
You shoot me and they'll hunt you to the ends of the earth.
[gunshot]
- Sorry.
Thought he was a caribou.
So many hunting accidents around here.
- You hold on, Diefenbaker. We'll get you fixed up.
Open your eyes, look at me when I'm talking to you.
I said, Hold - on. [whimpering]
You never listen.
- Help me put him on the sled.
- No.
We'll come back for him later.
Okay, guys.
- You know we just took out seven guys?
One more, and you qualify for American citizenship.
- In a stunning setback forthe defence Gerard pleaded guilty today
and agreed to testify against his co-defendant.
Now, while attempting to distance itself from the murdertrial,
the new government was quick to deny any wrongdoing
at its East Bay Power Plant, maintaining that 10,000 caribou
drowned in the forest as a result of freak natural occurrences.
Phase II of the project, scheduled to begin construction this year,
will flood a wilderness area the size of Germany.
Shelley Perry, Channel 6 News.
- You didn't make a lot of friends today.
There's no record of yourfather making any withdrawals.
None of the deposits were made in person.
People will believe what they want to believe.
I know what I do.
- I appreciate that, Sir.
- I talked to the super at your last job.
He suggested transferring you further north.
- Well, that would put me in Russia, Sir.
- Seems like the only people that do want you are in Chicago.
If I were you,
I'd make do until things calm down.
- How long will that be?
- You turned in one of your own.
It's not right, but...
- Thanks fortrying, Sir.
- Everyone says he was the last of a breed.
It's not true.
You are.
[whimpering] - I'm not carrying you.
I'm not.
All right.
Ugh.
Just don't get comfortable.
- Listen, ljust wanna know if you really smell
what's in mud. 'Cause I've been following this guy...
Are you listening to me?
I can't believe it.
I get my ass blown off foryou, and you won't even nod?
Okay.
How about winking?
Winking is against the law?
- Uh, when he gets off work, could you give him this?
It's the hundred he lent me.
DVD captioning by CNST, Montreal
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