Due South (1994) s03e06 Episode Script

[barking.]
[echoing voices.]
[arguing voices.]
But our lives are on the line.
- Our jobs must be - Absolutely! - Organized labour in all its glory.
What do you think? - It seems rather disorganized to me.
I keep hearing the word "strike.
" - Strike? No, no.
You see, a strike would be illegal.
What you do is you cram then you figure out who's gonna be the first to come down with the flu.
Cough, cough.
Well, what do you know? They all have the flu now, the blue flu.
What appears to be a strike isn't actually a strike at all.
Just 50 guys who can't wait to get home and shake hands with the unemployed.
[phone ringing.]
Would you mind, please? - I'd be honoured.
- Detective Division.
- Squad room.
Yes, sir.
You'll have to you'll have to calm down, and can you tell me your name, please? Henry.
Uh, Henry.
Do you have a last name, Henry? No, I'm not trying to be inquisitive.
- This offer is insulting! They're laughing at us! We deserve respect! - I am not a police officer! I am a man! - Henry, don't you see? You're creating an impossible situation.
I can't be expected to know everything.
No, I think you should sit down with your wife.
I think you should talk to her and I think you should listen to her.
No, no, no, no, Henry.
I'm not suggesting that your wife is always right, but in this case, she may well be.
Yes.
Well, yes, I do believe that a 3/16 ratchet-head wrench is exactly what's called for.
Yes, I am Canadian.
It's my pleasure and, uh, thank you kindly.
- What do you think you're doing? [phone ringing.]
- People are calling for help.
- But you don't work here, Fraser; we do.
We'll handle it.
Come on, amscray.
Chicago P.
D.
Area 7 Detective Division.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- You work here? - Yeah, one of the very few.
- Yeah, I'm, uh, Janet Morse.
I'm in from Montana and - Hi! - Hey, hey, hey, I told you guys to wait in the truck.
Robbie! - Your name, sir? Bob.
- Let's see what's in this room.
- Hmm, how do you spell that? [shouting.]
- Honey, Annie, can you tell your sister not to be scared, please? - There's nothing to be scared about, until the swamp monster eats your head.
- Mommy.
- Thanks a lot.
Sorry about this.
- No way, a Mountie! - It's pretty cute, actually.
- Yeah, if you're into pain.
Annie, honey, will you go and get your brother for me, sweetheart, please? - They got a candy machine.
- Jeez.
Just give me a sec.
Sorry.
Kids, kids, hey, hey, hey! - Now, how do you - Jeez, sorry, excuse me.
if you happen to wake up - I'm sorry.
feeling not so good - Sorry, excuse me.
and exercise your right [clanking.]
Gun! Freeze! [cocking guns.]
- Hi, guys.
Little touchy today? - Mommy, I want to go back in the truck.
- Okay, hon.
- Mom, could I have 50 cents forthe candy machine? - Wait, sweetheart, Mama's a little busy right now.
Gentlemen, please, I'm sure she has a legitimate reason for having this weapon.
- Excuse me, want to get the gun out of my face? You can all relax with the gun action.
What are you, Arnold Schwarzenegger? She does have a legitimate reason.
She's a bounty hunter.
- Anybody got a problem with that? Okay, I'm just gonna be a minute, okay? So everybody, don't move a muscle and be good.
Right, okay? So this is all the paperwork? - Yeah, uh, it's Bradley Torrance.
Charge is forfelony weapons possession, skipped out on $25,000 bail.
I'm in the employ of HectorJ.
Jones, bail bondsman, Billings, Montana.
So you got a copy of everything, including the registration for my gun.
- Guns.
- Yeah.
- Guns.
- Just a few.
- Bounty hunter? You're a bounty hunter? As in "Wanted dead or alive"? - Dead or alive, seriously injured, whatever.
Okay, give me back the gum.
Now, we had a deal here.
Where's your sister.
Annie? - Over here.
- Sweetheart, can you just help me out here with the kids? - Hey, you're the mother.
- I know that I'm the mother.
- Sorry.
It's just that firearms accounted for 39,595 American deaths last year.
- And less than a half of 1% involved licensed professionals, and there were circumstances in each of those cases.
- True enough.
- But thanks.
[banging.]
- Fraser, can I have a word with you? - Excuse me.
- So this is really cool.
Have you always been a bounty hunter? - Nah.
You know, I started out in construction, and then I worked the rigs for a while.
I did a little bit of trick riding - These kids are immature.
- Well, they're children, Ray.
- Trick riding? Wow, that must have been - It's hard on your back.
- Yeah.
- And you know, it's murder on the kids, the hours.
- They're just gruelling.
So I thought bounty hunting, you know? The money's good, you can set your own hours.
Get a little time off to spend with the kids.
Got it, thanks.
- Good.
- Good catch.
- Thanks.
- You know, could you run a quick plate for me before I go? - You you you want me to run a plate? Yeah, could you run a plate? - You mean like a dinner plate? - Is he really a cop? - Yes, actually, he is.
- Unfortunately, you've you've stepped into the middle of labour unrest.
- Blue flu.
- Yeah, we're all sick, very sick.
And, as you can see, our hands are full, very full.
- So you can't run a plate for me.
[phone ringing.]
- No.
- That's great, that's really great.
I really appreciate the professional support here, and the, um Forget it, just forget it.
It's okay, I'm fine, I can do it myself.
Come on, kids.
Let's go, we're out of here.
Annie, come on, honey.
Little smile on yourface, please.
Just a little cooperation.
Come on.
- Ma'am.
Ma'am? - What? - Your weapon.
[sighing.]
- Dammit.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, ljust I'm not getting enough sleep.
- Triple! What? Look, I can't break ranks on this.
- Understood.
- No, I can't! Look, Fraser, I can't! - I heard you, Ray.
I understand.
[phone ringing.]
- I don't need the help, you know.
I like working alone.
- Well, actually, I'm not a licensed police officer in this jurisdiction.
- You're not? - No, I'm afraid not.
- Well, then what the hell good are you? - I thought perhaps I could help look afteryour children.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Ace.
- Well, yeah, okay, you could do that.
- Done.
- I'm just gonna warn you.
If you'll be hanging around, I got a temper.
- People say the same about me.
- Really? - Uh, no.
- Kind of a long way from home, aren't you? - As are you.
- Yeah, as am I.
- You're sitting on Toad.
- Am I? Oh, dear.
Oh, uh, so I am.
Rib-rib-rib.
- Thanks.
- Did I hurt him? - You can't hurt him, he's stuffed.
- Bozo.
- Robbie.
- No, he does have a point.
- Mom makes friends really easy.
- Well, that's an important ability to have in life.
She does it so she can find stuff out.
- Well, that's important too.
- Bozo.
- You're a bozo.
- He's a bozo.
- You know something? I think we're all bozos.
- Okay, I got you some mints.
So before you start hollering that they're not up to the Holiday Inn standards, I want you to know that's all they had.
- Thank you kindly.
- Well, that was the fugitive's girlfriend.
Ex-girlfriend, actually.
He knew her in Montana.
- Has he contacted her here? - Mm-hmm.
Got an address.
- Well, before we visit him, I wonder if I can make one suggestion.
A potential babysitter.
- So they sit right there, the criminals, they sit right there? - Yeah, and then we ask them questions like, uh, if somebody got whacked, we go, "You whack that guy?" - And if they don't cooperate? Do you yell at them? - Yell at them? Well, I sup Yeah, sometimes.
- You must have kids.
- In here? Not that often.
- No, I mean you.
You got kids.
- Oh, me? No, I mean, uh, I wanted kids, but my wife didn't, so - Say you caught a bad guy.
Say you caught him and he's a bad guy.
You take your handcuffs and you put them on the bad guy's wrist - Yeah, like that, right.
Nah, no, no, no, no.
- Okay, and then you get the bad guy, and you get him in the corner.
- Yes, sometimes we do that.
- And then you lock the bad guy out.
- Yes, we do that once in a while, but then we let him go, so Hey, kids, keys! Hey, that's not buddies.
I hate you.
- Nobody home.
- No one's answering.
- We'd hear him breathing if he were in there.
- True enough.
Maybe we can find a manager who will let us in.
- Well, we could do that, sure, but Why bother him? - How long have you been doing this kind of work? - Not long.
Why do you ask? - You seem to have natural aptitude for it.
- Well, I grew up in Montana and, uh, my dad was taking me hunting with him by the time I was three.
I gotta tell you that there is not a lot of difference between bear hunting and hunting bail jumpers.
- I suppose not.
Though I find the scent trails much more useful with bear.
- Well, that's true.
And the scat's more informative.
- Oh.
Scat in the city is virtually useless.
- Especially in the winter.
- I know, well, everything is Uh, how much do you know about this man that you're hunting? - Enough.
- Is he dangerous? - Not particularly.
Three-hundred bucks.
- Are you planning on taking that? - You you have a problem with that.
- Well, ordinarily, yes, I have a problem with theft.
- Well, sure.
But, uh, this is evidence.
- Oh.
- The fact that he has $300.
I don't usually do this.
But it just means the kids and I won't have to spend another night in the truck.
- I understand.
- Hold it, sweetheart! - Hey, don't shoot.
- Ride's over.
- We we can cut some sort of a deal.
Right? [tires screeching.]
- Down! - Shouldn't we do something? - What? - About the bad guys? - Oh, right, the bad guys.
- Get out of there! - Torrance! - Get out! - You rotten scumbag.
- You're gonna get us killed.
- I ought to pull your head off! - Let go! [sighing.]
- Sorry, my fault.
- No, I think that was my fault.
- No, I I couldn't get a grip on that wheel.
- Well, I was holding a shotgun.
- Yeah, but I could've spun him out.
- I could've blown out his tires.
- This isn't some penny-ante hood.
This smells like the real deal.
Maybe there's something you forgot to tell us.
- I didn't realize you were working on the case, but since you asked, no.
Nothing I forgot to tell you It's Bradley Torrance: small-time slime-ball chiseller, pure and simple.
- Small-time guy with big-time guns chasing him.
- Maybe it was mistaken identity.
- That seems unlikely, given the probability that the men in question followed us to Torrance.
- What? - I noticed them behind us a few times when you were driving.
- You might've mentioned that.
- Well, I assumed you were aware of them.
- Yeah, maybe I was and maybe I wasn't, but you know, those assumptions can be dangerous.
- You know, you're quite right.
I stand corrected.
- No, no, no, no.
I should've noticed.
- Listen to you two.
You need professional help.
- Psychiatric? - No, cop help.
- Well, hey, I tried.
- But we're in the middle of something here.
- So you keep saying.
- I don't like hairbags shooting up the city any more than you do.
- With all due respect to your collective illness, you think I could find a detective who'll work on an actual crime? - Keep it real, man.
Francesca? Get this shotgun up to forensics, see if you can get some prints or something off it.
- I'm on the phone.
- Afteryou get off the phone.
Hey, hey, hey.
I got the description of the shooters.
I want that out to all the beat cars.
Make copies, okay? - We have plenty of cases on our desks already which deserve our un focused, undivided attention.
- Hey, no jumping the line.
- Look, I'm gonna have to deal with this later, okay? - Yeah, sure, no, that's fine.
- I'm sorry.
- No, you've been a terrific help and, uh, I should go.
Okay, come on, kids.
Saddle up, let's go find ourselves a motel.
I don't believe it.
- What? - It's gone.
That scumbag took it.
The 300 bucks.
- Mommy, I'm tired.
- Okay, honey, come on.
Can you recommend a good parking garage? Preferably one that doesn't get too much morning sun? Let's go.
- Constable Turnbull? - Wow! - Ah, sir.
- Constable, this is Janet Morse; these are her children: Annie, Robbie, Sue.
- Hello.
- And they will be sleeping here tonight.
- I want to sleep up there.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! - No, no, no, no, no.
Uh, it's just that nobody can sleep up there.
It's the queen's bedroom.
- The queen sleeps here? - Oh, she could.
Uh, whenever she's in Chicago, um, the regal suite will always be ready for her.
- But she's never actually slept there.
- No.
- Princess Di? - No.
- Fergie? - No.
- Has anyone slept there? - Oh, yes, indeedy-do.
The chairman of the Beef Marketing Board, huh? - I have some bedding in the, uh - Oh, Bobby Orr slept here once.
And K.
D.
Lang.
Uh, but not at the same time, for obvious reasons.
- You live here? - Yes.
Well, uh, until I find something more permanent, which, I imagine, will be pretty much - Like this? - Yes, I suppose so.
- Well, you don't need much.
- No.
- It's very peaceful.
[clanking and glass breaking.]
- Hey, you kids, come here.
Ow, that smarts.
- Excuse me.
- Quite a smack for someone your size.
- Suzanne? - Uh-oh, here comes Mom.
Now you're gonna get it.
- A minute of yourtime, Son.
I don't know.
They said apple wood lasts longer, gives off a pleasant aroma.
That may be true, but it's damned difficult to get it to burn.
- What do you want, Dad? - Interesting woman.
- Yes, she is.
- Nice kids.
[Fraser chuckling.]
- What are you trying to suggest? - I'm not suggesting anything, Son.
Just that lately, I've been thinking a lot about grandchildren.
- Grandchildren.
- Well, you know, I'm getting on.
- Getting on? You're dead.
- Yes, I am, and in death I'm learning to appreciate the importance of family, all of those great times we had together.
- Mom and I saw you about once every 16 weeks and sometimes then you slept out with the dogs.
- There was always a good reason, Son.
No, no, my mind is harkening back to those special times.
You know, all those great family dinners.
- We never had family dinners.
- Well, God willing, someone will die before Christmas and I'll have them for dinner.
Maybe your cousins Douglas and Dwayne.
They were always fun.
In the meantime, make a close appraisal of this girl Janet.
She'd be good foryou.
She's sturdy.
- Sturdy.
Great advice, Dad.
Really, top drawer.
- Thank you.
That's all right, Son.
Door's always ajar.
[blowing.]
- Now, I thought we discussed this.
Absolutely no going upstairs.
- Constable, have you seen Miss Morse? - Um, she's, uh All right, listen.
Just continue doing what you're doing for, uh Just continue doing it.
Uh, but, sir - Good man.
[sighing.]
- Okay, I've got an idea.
I'm gona read you a classic story, Gulliver's Travels.
It's a story about a man who travels around the world having adventures.
- Like our dad? - Is your dad a giant? [door slamming.]
Ow! - Come on! - I found this on a boot in his closet.
I believe the mixture to be composed of mud, rubbing alcohol, straw and horse sweat.
- I find that all very interesting, Fraser.
- My conclusion is that it comes from the nearby stables.
Now, Ms.
Morse was with me when I found it.
She'll be at the stables even as we speak.
- You "overstand" my position on this, Fraser.
I cannot break ranks on this.
- I understand this completely.
I was hoping we could explore the possibility of paid duty as, say, a supplement to your income.
It's my understanding that it's a common practice for many police officers to lend their services in areas such as crowd control, or additional security.
- Yeah, well - So how much would it cost me to hire you to accompany me? - To the stables? - Correct.
- 50.
- 40.
- 30.
- 20.
- Done.
- Lilliputians Lilliputians are little tiny people that make Gulliver look like a giant.
- Like you? - Well, I suppose I am kind of tall.
- He's a real bozo.
- Yeah, and I got an idea.
Just do what I say, okay? - Okay, whatever.
- What? [horses whinnying.]
- Huh! Jesus.
- Sorry.
- Oh.
Kids okay? - Yeah, they're fine.
- Oh, good.
Sorry to duck out.
- Oh, that's all right.
- Look, I don't mean to interrupt, but is he here? - Yeah, head groom said she hired a new guy about four months ago.
Different name, but it sounds like him.
- Torrance! We're here to help.
- Stop! Chicago P.
D.
! [car starting.]
Some people you just can't help.
- You have beautiful children.
- They're rats.
But you know, when you see them like this, you remember why you really wanted them.
- You're lucky.
- Yeah, I am.
You know, it's it's really nice of you to do this.
- Oh, it's my pleasure.
- You mean that? - Yes.
- You miss home? - Yes.
You? - Oh, yes.
Got a place? - Mm-hmm, Fortitude Bay.
It's a four-day hike from Chilcoot Pass.
It's very peaceful well, once you get past the lava springs and the polecats and the poisonous tundra beetles.
You? - Yeah, yeah, I do, I, uh - Here, let me.
I'll move this.
- Got a cabin just by a waterfall outside Whitefish.
You know, built it myself.
It's a pretty little place, but I don't know, I don't get out much there anymore.
- It's very easy to become disconnected.
- That's right, it is.
All these problems come crowding in, and everything's racing, and I get to the point ljust feel like I'm never gonna feel that peace and comfort again.
Ahh.
- You might feel a little more comfortable without the ankle holster.
- Oh, right, I forgot about that one.
I don't know, it's just it's just hard sometimes, holding this whole thing together.
- I'm sure it is.
- Sort of lonely, and, uh I don't know why I'm telling you all this, ljust ljust feel like I can trust you.
Can I trust you? - Yes.
- Can I trust you to kiss me? - I, uh - Resist.
- I can't.
- You're right you're right.
- No, no, I didn't mean - No, I've got those three kids in there.
I've got this husband to settle up with.
ljust feel like I know you.
- I know.
- Well, thanks a lot.
- Look at that face.
Like a young cadet who just snuck a radiologist into the dorm.
- What are you talking about? - Don't get stroppy.
It was before I met your mother.
- What is wrong with you? - Some people are vulnerable.
Theirforce is at a low ebb.
It's not right to take advantage of people in such a position.
- You're right, I I behaved improperly.
- Not you.
Her, Son.
You don't want to rush into these things.
- What kind of thing? - You're building a house do you want to start with the roof? No, you start with the foundation.
One brick on another brick.
Then the floor, then some walls, couple of windows Gabled something would be nice, an aureole ortwo, some stained glass.
Then you think about the roof.
- By any chance, do they have any psychiatrists in the afterworld? I mean, someone who could help you? - Let's face it, Son, you need somebody.
I think this Janet has got a lot to recommend her.
She's bright, capable, and above all, she's sturdy.
But you got to take it one step at a time.
All this house stuff I've been building up to, she could be yourfoundation.
- Do you mind? - Yeah, I'm sorry.
I'll sleep in there with the kids on the floor.
- No, no, please, you sleep here, and I'll, uh I'll make other arrangements.
- No, I can't.
l - Please.
- You're sure? - Okay.
- Okay.
- Good night.
- Good night.
All the stars have fallen from the sky And everything else in between Satellites have closed their eyes The moon is gone To sleep Unloved Unloved Unloved Unloved - Fraser.
Fraser! - Good morning, sir.
- What's going on? - 'Morning.
- 'Morning.
- Toothpaste? Great.
- Uh, your, um - Office.
- Right.
Oh, dear.
Tell me, Constable, are we running a five-star hotel? - No, sir.
- Afly-by-night motel? - No.
- An orphanage? - No.
- Perhaps, then, it's a bordello.
- No, sir.
- So, in conclusion, this is not a place where travellers sleep, nor is it a daycare, and it is definitely not an institution where you bring wayward women to satisfy animal needs in unmentionable underwear.
- Do you mean desires, sir? - That's what I said.
- So you did, yes.
- Good, I'm glad we agree.
I await your report with bated breath.
Dismissed.
[groaning.]
Fraser! [groaning.]
[laughing.]
Oh, those kids, sir.
What a hoot.
- We got lucky prints on the shotgun match the fingers of this guy.
- That's the shooter.
- His name is Harvey "The Nail" Lopez, and he works out of Denver for some mob man.
- Mob guy.
- Guy man dude.
Gonna split a hair overthis? The nail's from Denver, and he works for Lester "The Bull" Rivers.
Where do they dream up these names? Or do they look through some big book to find them? - They got a big book.
Uh, long-term bad guy, suspected in three homicides.
Hard-core pro.
- What's the connection between Bradley Torrance and organized crime? - She's the one looking for him.
- For bail jumping, not for a major crime.
- And you just happened to have two hit men behind you.
- So what are you implying? - I suppose you didn't know he's got a bagful of mob money.
- Bradley? - Bradley.
Organized-crime squad in Denver says he ripped 'em off for a couple of mil, say there's a contract out on him.
I suppose these guys are here to fill it, maybe with a little help.
- You think I'm working with them? - Well, they couldn't waltz in here and get the police to help.
- No, Mother Teresa couldn't walk in here and get any help.
- 'Cause she can't walk, for one.
- All right.
Excuse me, I think we should concentrate on finding Torrance.
Now, we know that he's got two contract killers after him.
There will undoubtedly be additional bounty hunters.
He can't return to his motel room, because the police on the street are looking for him - Well, if there were any police on the street.
- Well, what would he do in this situation? - He'd find a woman to help him.
- Wait.
More bounty hunters? - Look, I haven't seen him for days.
- Aw, come on, Helen, we're just trying to help him.
- Like I should really believe that.
- No, I shouldn't have said I was his sister - Whoa, whoa, gentlemen.
Chicago P.
D.
- We're the bounty hunters.
We want Bradley Torrance.
- Yeah? Well, get in line.
- There! Get him.
It's all over.
- Going back to Big Sky Country.
- Hey, I saw him first! - He belongs to me.
[gunshot.]
- He's mine.
I laid claim to this stake long before you boys even heard his name.
- You think so? - I know so.
January 13, 1986.
South Ridgeway Baptist Church, I married this schmuck.
He's mine.
- Well, here we are.
Who would've thought it would come to this? - My mother, my sister, most of my girlfriends.
- Why didn't you tell me you had a wife? - Can't build a relationship on mistrust.
- I guess you didn't think it was important to tell us he's your husband.
- I don't get help from the cops saying I'm after a deadbeat husband, especially not my own deadbeat husband.
But I, um, I should have told you.
- Why? you got something going with hat boy here? - Hey, what's it to you? - I'm a student of human nature.
- What's a Mountie doing here, anyway? - His name's Constable Benton Fraser.
He came to Chicago after his father's killers.
for reasons that don't need explaining at this juncture, he has remained a lesion - Uh, liaison, Ray.
Attached as liaison with the Canadian Consulate.
You know, it may be possible that your husband had a reason for leaving.
- Yeah, he's a pig.
- Apart from that, a different reason.
- Right What would that be? - I'm referring to the killers who are pursuing you.
It might be he didn't want to lead them to his family.
- That takes guts.
- Ha! Didn't think of that, did you? Many guys would've led armed men to theirfamilies.
But not me if that's a crime, I'm guilty.
- Hey, give the guy a chance.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He left six months ago.
- Excuse me, excuse me.
I hate to break up a love connection, but there's the matter of an outstanding warrant, so I'll take our little friend to the station and sort it out.
- This is all a big mistake.
- Usually is.
- No, I'm serious, it was stupid.
- Yeah, that much I can believe.
- Hey, you fart-hammers pull those weapons in Chicago, say goodbye to them, okay? - No, listen, I was playing the horses.
I wound up owing Lester Rivers around 50 grand, so he says he's gonna forget the whole thing if ljust run this little errand for him.
What? What are you doing? Nothing, no, I'm sorry.
Please carry on.
- I thought you were gonna kiss it.
He wasn't going to kiss it, was he? - You're lucky he didn't lick it.
- So anyway, I go, I pick up this package from these two very nasty-looking guys to take back to Lester, and I opened the package.
Look, did you ever see $2 million, huh? Well, I'm looking at it, it's all green and beautiful, and I'm thinking this is the last chance I got to do anything for us, you know, forthe kids.
So, so I lie low for a few days, and then I hear there's this contract out on me, and I figure maybe this hasn't been the best move that I ever made.
So I go, I buy a couple of guns from this guy that I know, and they bust me forthat.
I bail myself out and I run.
- To protect the children.
- Right, right, to protect them and Janet.
You don't know what it's like for me, you earning all the money, what it does to my self-respect.
- Aw.
So you're saying you're not really a deadbeat, you're just really stupid.
- Right.
- Touching.
Get in the car.
- Look out.
- Hey! Chicago P.
D.
[gunshots.]
- Get in! - Lester.
- Get in! Get in the car! Go! - Dammit! Damn, damn, damn.
You just let him get away.
- I didn't, you let him - You are some Cracker-Jack cop, aren't you? - Hey, hey, your husband Excuse me, I think we should be asking ourselves, Where did they take him? From the mud and manure under his fingernails, my guess - The stables.
- Correct.
Ray, shall we? - Yeah, you realize, of course, this is going to cost you another 50.
- 40.
- 30.
- 20.
- Done.
- You pay this guy? - Canadian funds.
Well I walk along the rings for miles And miles I've know kings and king-makers Poets painters and paupers I've danced Danced on the rings of Saturn Still your pilgrim soul's the only thing that ever mattered Yeah you're everywhere Yeah you're everywhere - I don't know why this has to be so big.
It's only a bag.
I mean, you could bury a body - Just do it, okay? - Lester, I'm giving back the money.
You said if I give back the money, you're gonna let me live.
- Dig! - Thought you knew where we were going.
What are we going to do now? What the hell? [arguing.]
[horses whinnying.]
- I'll call for backup.
[ringing.]
Vecchio.
Uh, it's an emergency at the racetrack.
I need backup.
Don't put don't put me on hold.
[Musak.]
- We should wait for Ray.
- Yeah, till the strike's over.
- I have no arrest authority here.
- I do.
Hold it! Want him dead? Or alive? Drop the gun.
- Don't do it, Jan.
They'll kill you.
- That was really unselfish of you, Bradley.
- Thank you.
- Okay, so he's a nice guy.
I'm still gonna kill him.
[horse whinnying.]
- Thanks.
You shouldn't have done that, but thanks.
- Yeah, well, I did it forthe kids.
- Shut up! Pass me that bag! Give me that bag! Get it up here! - Down! - Good work, Ray.
I'll get the other one.
- Down.
- Watch this one, okay? He's worth 1,200 bucks.
- Kiss the dirt, kiss the dirt! Get down there! I don't wanna see you! - Oof! - Fraser! Fraser! Oh.
- Good riding.
- You too.
- Oh, thank you.
Thank you kindly.
I thought I drifted to the left a little.
- No, no, not at all.
Actually, I was crowding you a little.
- Oh, no, no, it's, uh I'm very inexperienced.
- Really? You have a wonderful natural aptitude.
- You think so? - Yes, yes.
You everthought of riding trick in a rodeo? - No, no.
Although, you know, now that you mention it, I was once involved in something that resembled trick riding on a renegade bison on the main street of Vegreville, a town that's noted for its enormous painted egg.
Oop, my hat.
You see, the bison - Faster, faster, faster.
[laughing.]
- Constable.
- Lieutenant.
- Glad to see you finally were able to shake that nagging flu, Ray.
- No one's happierto be back at work than me, sir.
[barking.]
- I missed you guys.
- They're nice kids.
I hope theirfather doesn't have to go to jail.
- Yeah.
Working on a deal to testify against Lester Rivers.
Get immunity, witness protection, the whole eight yards.
- Well, that's good.
Bradley you know, you do something stupid like this again and I'm gonna punch a hole in your back and pull your spine through it and beat you overthe head with it.
- That sounds fair, Janet.
- Yeah.
So anyway, I'm gonna work out some arrangement with Bradley.
- Huh.
- Oh, no, nothing like that, no.
I mean, he can come and stay on the weekends or something, but, you know, I've got this shed that I'm gonna make into a bunkhouse.
You know, he can stay out there.
It's not like he's a great dad, 'cause, I mean, hell, he's not even a good dad, but you know, the kids need to see him, so you know, what can you do, just - I understand.
- Well, anyway, ljust wanted to say you know, thanks for all your help, and, uh - It was my pleasure.
- Oh, you were great.
- Well, thank you.
- Well so, bye.
- Okay.
You know something? You can trust me.
- Yeah, I know.
See you.
- A man always feels better when he's done his duty.
- Dad, when you were alone out there without Mom, did you everfeel lonely? - Oh, every second, Son.
Every second.
- That's what I thought.
- Hey, buddy, let's get something to eat.
I know you're a little short of cash, but, uh, I'm flush, so I'm buying.
Look, it'll be all right.
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