Due South (1994) s03e08 Episode Script

- When do you see this apartment? - At 10:00.
So we've got time for a game.
- And this guy is good, right? - Oh, he's very good.
Aha! - Ah, Fraser.
Carrot bran? - No, oat bran.
It's Tuesday.
- Oh, right.
- Always oat bran on Tuesday.
- Right, right, yeah.
- This is Ray.
Ray, this is - H.
- H.
, like the letter H? - Correct.
Beautiful day.
- H.
, is that short for something? - Uh, oh, uh there's no 1540 Belden Avenue.
The street ends at 1500.
- H.
receives calls in the plate he has in his head.
- Oh.
- It was off the coast of Finland.
Helsinki desk.
Big dispute.
Three Russian fishermen.
- Oh, Helsinki desk.
So you, what, work with the CIA? - Who do you work for? - He's with the Chicago P.
D.
- Oh.
[P.
A.
.]
: Dr.
Jeff Barker, paging Dr.
Jeff Barker.
Please pick up the courtesy phone.
- Taxi! - Uh Um Um - Interesting stratagem.
Double bluff and hide in plain view.
I used that ruse in '56 to smuggle Sandros out of Budapest before the tanks came rolling in.
- Uh, what's he talking about? - He's a super-secret espionage spy guy, and nobody knows about it except you and me and everyone else.
- Will you stop mocking me? You get on my nerves.
Just stop it.
Stop it.
Ah, now, let me see.
How about That.
Checkmate.
- No way.
- Yeah, I think he's got you, Ray.
- Okay, another game, double or nothing.
- Ray, we really should get going.
- Oh, yes, I hope you like the apartment.
You'd be a great asset to this neighbourhood.
- Oh, thank you kindly.
- Now, what's the time? Oh, oh, I'm late.
Is there a is there a back way out of here? Move out of the way, will you? - I had him, Fraser.
I was hustling him.
I gave him a couple of games, then I was gonna crank him forthe big money.
I bet he's on lithium the size of pudding pops.
- Uh, Ray, it's this way.
- No, no, it's this way.
- Diefenbaker's very rarely wrong.
- Okay, this time, when you're talking to the landlord, do not volunteer that he's a wolf, okay? You are a wolf.
Yes, I know.
But most people aren't as open-minded as you.
- Don't talk to the dog in public.
It embarrasses me.
- Understood.
- Okay.
- I'm telling you, there's no 1540 Belden, dispatch.
The street just ends.
- Thirty-two years.
No contact.
Oh, suspicious-looking.
What's he up to? Okay, okay, stay calm.
Oh, contact.
- Maybe it's a combination of electromagnetism, cellular phones, radio waves.
Some things confuse him.
- Oh, yeah, that must be it.
- You know, Ray, it's sad.
It's sad and pathetic to watch a grown man gloat over besting a dog.
- You have your hobbies, I have mine.
- It's not a hobby, it's, it's - Help.
Help! - It's Albert.
- Chicago P.
D.
You okay? - Fine.
- H.
! - Ray.
- What's that? - It's a theatre ticket.
- So? Pitter-patter, let's get at her.
Come on.
Hey.
Hey, come on.
Hey.
Hey.
- The press is gonna love this.
- I barely tapped him.
I threw him a dead fish.
- He dropped dead.
He heart-attacked or something.
He was assaulting this old guy.
We don't know, but somehow it involved these theatre tickets.
You killed a guy for scalping? - Look, the mayor does not like it when the Chicago P.
D.
goes around killing its citizens.
- Look, he had no ID.
He might not have even been a citizen.
- That's great, he's a foreigner, so it doesn't matter that we killed him.
Chamber of Commerce is gonna love that one.
Great fortourism.
Oh, where's this old guy now? - Fraser's out looking for him.
- Dead body, it's downstairs? - Yeah.
- All right, I wanna know who this guy is, and I wanna know now.
When they ask me upstairs, who is this guy we killed, I wanna be able to write a book about him.
- Yes, sir.
- Now, when you kill a guy, this whole department has killed that guy.
Do you understand? - Look, I barely tapped him.
- You understand? - I didn't even bruise my hammer.
- Do you understand? - Yes, sir.
- This it, boy? Well, perhaps we can find the manager.
That's trespassing.
Well, maybe just this, uh once.
Hmm, Count Leipnitz, Art of the Spy.
[sniffing.]
[Diefenbaker whining.]
- Oh! - Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Are you all right? - Who are you? - My name is Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP.
And I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I've remained attached as liaison with the Canadian Consulate.
- Are you the police? - Well, yes, but I'm here strictly in an unofficial capacity.
Well, I'm looking for Mr.
Hanrahan.
- Uh, uh, he moved out.
- Oh.
When? - About an hour ago.
- I see.
Do you, by any chance, know where he's gone? - But if you find him, you tell him he owes me a week's rent.
- Oh, so you own the building.
- I'm the manager.
- I see.
Do you also live here? - Yes.
- I see.
- Uh, my-my-my gun, please.
That gun's my protection.
Please give me back my gun.
- Do you have a permit forthis weapon, ma'am? - Well, I - You see, that could be a bit of a problem.
Mr.
Hanrahan? It's Constable Fraser.
- What are you doing? This is my apartment.
- Yes, I realize that, ma'am.
Mr.
Hanrahan, it's extremely important that I speak with you.
- Oh Come in.
- Thank you kindly.
- How did you find me? - The single strand of hair that you used to monitoryour beside drawer the same stylish tone that makes your hair so pleasing to the eye.
Also, your pillowcase carried the floral scent that I notice you favour.
And I see you are a reader of Count Leipnitz.
- Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.
"The man who is truly hidden" - "is the man who hides beside himself.
" - Yes, yeah.
- And the man who attacked you today? - I don't rememberthat one.
- Oh, no, no, I'm actually talking about the man who attacked you today.
- Oh, you're actually asking me about the man who attacked me today.
- Yes, actually, today.
- Yeah.
That is a matter of national security.
- I see.
The man is dead.
- I'll talk to you, but she has to leave the room.
- Oh, Albert.
- Now, Ruth, we've been through this many, many times.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, it's very private.
Constable, I'm a coward.
- You're not a coward, sir.
I've seen your medal.
From Korea.
There were no cowards at the Chosin Reservoir.
- That was years ago.
I was just a kid.
But I've become I've become afraid.
I'm afraid of choice.
I'm afraid of responsibility.
I've been hiding from reality.
And my excuse is, I've been waiting for my country to call on me.
Finally, they call look.
Look, there's there's nothing left of me.
Nothing but talk and talk and talk and and fear.
- Sir, excuse me.
Are you telling me that you're an intelligence operative in deep cover living here in this rooming house, that you receive unwelcome taxi calls on a plate in your head, you play chess in a park and that you're waiting for your government to activate you? - You've been very well briefed.
- Oh.
Well, I wonder, then, if you could explain the significance of this.
- Albert, what's going on in there? - Ruth is so proud of me.
It's gonna break her heart when she knows the truth.
Now, you go in my place.
Okay? This is where you will meet your contact.
[Ray.]
: Are you completely nuts, Fraser? - Not completely, no.
- Come on, the guy is a mental patient.
He picks up taxi calls via his head.
- Somebody attacked him.
- In that part of town? What a surprise.
- Vecchio, what's the word on that John Doe? - Uh, nothing, sir.
- You been downstairs? - To the cold meat party? Not yet, sir.
- Waiting for an engraved invitation? - I hate this part.
I really hate this part.
- It's all part of life, Ray.
- Don't tell me it's part of life.
I know it's a part of life.
It's the worst part.
- You know, eternity waits for us all, Ray.
And in the knowledge that there's something largerthan ourselves, I find a certain peace.
- You lick anything I mean anything I'm gone.
- Understood.
[singing opera.]
- Hey.
- Oh, hi, boys.
- Hey, it's freezing in here.
Can't you turn it up a bit? The heat or something? - You wouldn't want me to.
- Have you determined the cause of death? - I was going to get to him after dinner.
- Ah.
Well, do you mind if I - Be my guest.
- Thank you.
- You see, there's a special at Mendelsshon's.
Chicken Tetrazzini with peach melba as dessert.
- Clothes.
Where's his clothes? - In that plastic bag there.
- Hmm.
He smoked rough tobacco.
Turkish, possibly a Russian blend.
Liquid soap, the kind used in airline bathrooms.
- Give me one hour, I'll tell you what he had for supper.
- Well, you know, I might be able to do that now.
Well, you see, in the north, we don't often have access to postmortem equipment, so we've developed a very simple, non-intrusive technique.
- So what do you do? You smell his breath? - Yes, actually.
[expelling air.]
- Oh, Fraser, that is the most disgusting thing I've ever glimpsed.
- Hmm, mm-hmm.
Almonds.
- Can we adjust this light? Huh.
- That dental work, it looks like it was done by gardening tools.
- You see here? - Yeah.
- One cap on his third distal molar.
[in unison.]
: Cyanide.
- Hey, hey, hey! Include me here.
- I don't think you killed this man, Ray.
When you hit him in the jaw, he bit down on a cyanide cap he had in his tooth and poisoned himself.
- Good.
Good.
This guy has no labels.
Who in hell is he? - My guess is, judging by the amount of kasha between his teeth, that he arrived in the country today by plane, probably on a Polish or Russian airline.
He smokes Russian cigarettes, he has a cyanide cap in his tooth.
Some people might conclude, as Mr.
Hanrahan does, that he is a Russian spy.
Come on, the Russians can't afford food, let alone spies, Fraser.
Well, people can starve, Ray, but a government can always afford spies.
Well, I've got to get ready.
I'll have to scrub up before I attend the theatre tonight, and I'll tell you something, I'm kind of looking forward to it.
The last time I went to the theatre, it was the Great Bear Lake Opera Appreciation Society's presentation of The Shooting of Dan McGrew at the 17th annual Yellowknife Cultural Festival and Blanket Toss.
- Come on, Fraser, you're not serious.
- I never joke about culture.
- I have two tickets for Lucia di Lammermoor for Saturday night.
- Oh, I'd love to accompany you.
[singing opera.]
Goodbye, Ray.
- Hey, hey, Fraser, who's gonna ID the body? - You are.
Here is the ink pad.
And remember, you have to roll the pad around the top of his finger.
It's not like printing a live man.
Huh? - I'm not doing it.
- Well, I'm going for dinner.
Chicken tetrazzini.
- I'm not doing it! [singing.]
Oh, this sucks.
- Don't look at me like that.
I only have the one ticket.
Aside from which, what do you care? You're deaf.
- Is that the buyer? - I don't know.
- Where is Karl? - I don't know.
- I will deal with this myself.
Wait for me.
The quality of the sound of music transports me like smoke.
Do you have a light for my cigarette? - I'm afraid this is a non-smoking environment.
- The white raven waits forthe right wave.
- I see.
- The white raven waits forthe right wave.
- Oh.
Um Ahem.
Rusty Ruggles rode his wet reindeerthrough the red window.
- Are we playing games? - I thought we were, yes.
- I don't like games.
- Oh.
[music.]
- I'm here to do business.
Arms business.
[music.]
- You know, this is so exhilarating for me.
See, we very rarely had live music where I come from.
- Well? - Well, because it's so remote.
I mean, the cost of flying a symphony orchestra in by seaplane is, well, it's prohibitive.
Not to mention the dangers inherent of applying one's lips to brass instruments in sub-zero temperatures.
As a matter of fact, there was a very amusing, if somewhat painful, incident at the '67 centennial.
- Shh! - I'm sorry.
- So the feds don't have his fingerprints on file.
What's the problem? - But they don't say that.
They're hiding something.
If they didn't have the prints, they'd come out and say so.
But they don't - No, no, no, it's government.
They never just come out and say anything.
We had a seminar: "Information Sharing in the 21st Century.
" We had homework, scribblers, everything, remember? - Let it go.
Want to get involved with the feds? It's always a disaster.
- Hey, you're the one who wanted to know who the hell this guy was.
- Hey, I changed my mind.
- Lieutenant, I killed the guy.
- Detective Look, the shooting team from Internal Affairs, they want you available to them, so don't leave the building.
- But I didn't shoot anybody.
- We don't have a punching team, so you're going to have to make do.
when he lost his lips, he was forced to abandon the horn section and he took up the triangle.
- Do you know who I am? - Actually, no, which is - Shh! - My apologies.
- Are you enjoying this kind of dangerous little game? - That's an excellent question.
First of all Shhh! - Follow me.
- As you wish.
- Shhhh! - Certainly.
- Who do you work for? - Technically, the queen.
- He works forthe Colonels.
[speaking Russian.]
- Oh, you're Russian.
I'm sorry.
I mistook you for being English.
- Shhh! - I'm terribly sorry.
Excuse me.
[music.]
- What's happening? - What is he doing on the stage? [thud.]
- Oh, my! - This is ridiculous.
- Bravo! - Bravo! - He's in the alley! [gunshots.]
- Get in.
My name's Pike.
Cigar? - No, thank you.
- Wise.
Either way, you land yourself in a mess.
I first thought that the Canadians weren't involved.
But, uh, now I think you're RCMP.
- Well, I am.
- I know you say you are.
- I am, I said.
- You've got RCMP written all overyou.
Who would everthink you're undercover? - Who are you? - Hold this for a second, will you? We operate on a need-to-know basis.
For security reasons, we're not given a full picture of our objectives.
- So just to be clear, your organization is so secret, you don't know what you're doing.
- Right, that's absolutely right.
That gentleman who your partner killed this morning, he was our conduit to the location of the weapon stockpiles.
Now we're back to square one.
- Who are the Colonels? - What do you know about the Colonels? - Well, nothing, I'm afraid.
- When the Soviet Union split up, the KGB went freelance.
They split up into two groups: The mafia and the Colonels, both fighting for control of black-market activity.
We believe Colonels have an agent deep in America code-named Nautilus.
- Odd designation.
Does he lift weights? - No.
No one's ever seen him.
He stays underfor long periods.
Nerves of steel.
How much do the Canadians know? - Well, that depends on the Canadian.
Educational opportunities vary from region to region.
- Ha, the old double-blind manoeuvre.
Used that in Reykjavik in '81.
Ever been to Reykjavik? - Uh, no, no, I haven't.
- Most beautiful women in the world there.
Their skin Must be the cold air.
They found us! [police siren.]
- No, I don't think so.
- Take a run forthe Mexican border.
Fresh passports, new IDs.
- I'm afraid that I have responsibilities.
- Time's up.
Watch your step.
Adios.
- Oh, man, my tunes! - Good evening.
- What the? Terribly sorry about this, but a bit of glue, I'm sure it'll be as good as new.
Ah, thanks for coming, Ray.
- You mind telling me what the hell's going on, Fraser? - Have you ever seen The Magic Flute? - Oh, yeah, hundreds of times.
- Then I'm sure you'll agree it's the most interesting evening in the theatre.
- Oh, yeah.
I checked with the FBI file, but I couldn't find squat.
- If the FBI files are closed to us, perhaps the RCMP will be more generous with their information sharing.
I hope Francesca doesn't mind me using her station.
- She'll never wash those keys again.
It'll be like Wayne Newton typed here.
- I'll just log on to the computer at the Consulate and piggyback onto the mainframe database control in Ottawa.
- How did you learn to do that? - Well, early-childhood piano training is an asset.
Do you have his fingerprint card? - How can she work here? It's like a pigsty.
Oh, here it is.
- Thank you kindly.
Consular access code should override any restricting systems.
- That's him.
- "Karl Almazov.
Former major in the KGB.
Since the break-up of the Soviet Union, has been working freelance for gun runners, drug dealers, the I.
R.
A.
, whoever has the price of his wage.
He's suspected" Oh, dear.
- What, what? - It's top secret.
- You're kidding me.
- No, what I'm doing right now could be considered grounds fortreason.
Close your eyes.
- Come on, Fraser.
- You will have to close your eyes.
- Take a chill pill.
- Thank you.
"He is suspected of being involved in the sale of a large shipment of stolen Russian military equipment.
This equipment is believed to have entered" No peeking.
- I wasn't.
- You were.
- Wasn't.
- Liar.
"is believed to have entered the United States some time on June 23 through" Stop it! - Stop what? - You know very well what.
[mumbling.]
- What are you mumbling about? - I'm sorry.
Basically, Canadian Intelligence believes that there's a second armed group known only as the Colonels, and that they will attempt to intercept this shipment.
- Wasn't that who the chick at the ballet thought you were, the Colonels? - Exactly.
- How did you get into FBI files? - Hey, it's Canadian files.
- The RCMP files, sir.
- Canadians have computers? - Strangely, yes.
In addition to that, we also have our own newsmagazine, Maclean's, as well as a special edition of Sports illustrated, although that is something of a hot potato in the area of cultural protection, which, if I might add, the Americans refuse to acknowledge even exists.
- That's terrific.
You're to stay out of this, is that clear? - Yes, sir.
- I'll clearyou with the shooting team but you're to have no further involvement in this, oryou'll be teaching traffic directing in Zaire.
- Yes, sir.
- Uh, sir, Zaire has changed its name.
It's now the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
- I don't care.
- Ah.
- Now, out, out.
Two of you, get out.
- Three bags full, sir.
What the hell does that mean? - Well, that means there was a coup d'état in the jungle - Not that, I mean the computer.
- It means Mr.
Hanrahan's in great danger.
- Where are we going? - Someplace where you'll be safe.
- Are you sure this is necessary? - That's what I said.
- It's quite necessary.
- Oh, I need a rest.
- Oh, I'm putting you straight to bed.
Come on.
- Okay.
- You'll be comfortable here.
- You have a problem? - I don't like old people sleeping in my bed.
They smell funny, Fraser.
- Perhaps you smell funny.
- Are you gonna tell me what Albert is supposed to have done? - There's a few things to be done before we can be certain of anything.
Don't answerthe door and don't answerthe phone.
If we're coming, we'll call, let it ring once, then hang up and call right back.
And I'll leave Diefenbaker here with you.
You stay.
- Fraser, the wolf can't stay here.
- Why not? - Because of the, uh, turtle.
- Diefenbaker has no interest in the turtle.
- The turtle and the wolf are natural enemies, Fraser.
Grrr, they're fighting and they - Stay.
Would you lock the door behind us? - I'll look afteryourturtle.
- Ray, I wonder if you could drop me by the Consulate.
I'll try to get more information on the Colonels.
- Don't you ever sleep? - Well, of course I do, Ray.
I had a 30-second nap coming downstairs.
Very refreshing.
- Ah! - Oh, look, you're an early riser.
Well, seeing as you're up, a Miss Hanrahan's here to see you.
Drool.
Hanrahan? Miss Hanrahan? Detective Vecchio.
- Oh, they said you found my father.
- Who said? - The Veteran's hospital at Waukegan.
They called me last night.
- We only put that inquiry on the computeryesterday.
I mean, they don't waste any time.
- I came as fast as I could.
They said you found him.
Fouryears, I'd almost given up hope.
Where is he? Is he all right? - Yeah.
Uh, can I see some ID? - Certainly.
- Ugh.
Thanks.
Um, hate to have to ask you, but there are Yourfather ever work forthe government? - No, he was an accountant.
Until his breakdown.
He was taking treatment at the Vet and then he disappeared.
Detective, I really must see my father.
- Yeah, okay, um, I'll take you to him.
- Do you often sleep at the station? - I, uh, live by my wits.
A calling that affords me at times no great measure of security.
[ring!.]
Vecchio.
- Ray, ljust heard back on that missing Hanrahan guy.
He had a daughter.
- Francesca, way to be all overthat job.
Guess who's in my car? - I don't know.
That's a pretty good question, since the daughter drowned two years ago.
- Hang up the phone.
Go on.
- Take me to him.
- No.
- Take me to him or I shoot.
- Go ahead.
Go ahead, shoot.
Look, I don't care, lady.
Shoot, I don't care if you kill the both of us.
I'm nuts.
- Slow down.
- I'll kill both of us.
- Slow down.
- Yeah, okay.
- Get in.
Name's Pike.
- Hey, hat's on fire.
Hat's on fire! - Oh, jeez! Holy! That hat thing, that was a mistake.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm a serious man.
- Yeah, right.
Let's see some ID.
- Maybe you should show me some ID, Ray Kowalski.
[panting.]
- What are you what are you saying? - Three years ago, the Bureau's DCO division started tracking a mob lieutenant in Vegas known as Armando "The Bookman" Langoustini.
Turns out Ray Vecchio is a dead ringerfor Langoustini.
So what do they do? They start grooming him.
And then what do you know? What do you know happens? Car crash! Car crash, The Bookman's killed.
Was it an accident? You be the judge.
Anyway, this opens a window of opportunity.
So the feds slide in Ray Vecchio as The Bookman.
But this is a fragile cover, so they need to coverthe cover.
They need a new Ray Vecchio to slide in there at Division 27, Chicago P.
D.
They pick you.
- How do you know all this? - I know everything.
I know everything.
They tell me everything.
I mean, I know everything.
You graduated from high school with 61% average.
- Sixty-two.
- That's a failing average where I come from.
You're 5' 101/2", weigh 159 pounds, your vision is 20/60.
You got, uh, no, 20/45.
- Stigmatism, I have a stigmatism! - A spark-plug tattoo on your left shoulder.
- It's on my right shoulder.
- Satellite photos are often reversed.
- What do you want? - I do the talking.
I do the talking, you draw the conclusions.
Get it? Get out, get out of the car! - But! Ah.
Ah Sorry.
- A little bit of glue and it'll be okay.
[barking.]
- I woke up and you were gone.
- Oh, I had to go out and get something for my headache.
- Oh, I need a drink.
- You know I don't have money forthat sort of thing.
- I could give you money.
Look at that.
- Where did you get that? - I got it yesterday, in the park.
- In the park? Do you know what this means? Everyone's been looking forthis.
There must be a code or something.
- Oh, yeah, a microdot.
- Oh.
Oh, this is wonderful.
- Shall we call the police? - No! No.
This is your chance to be a hero.
- How? - You're gonna get these men.
- I can't do that.
- Yes, you can.
And I'm going to be right with you, and nobody will ever laugh at you again.
Oh, make me proud, Albert.
- All right, Ruth, I will.
- Let's go.
You wait for me downstairs, and I'll put the dog in the back.
- Oh, Ruth, this is wonderful.
- Ah.
And my car is in the alleyway.
- All right.
Now, let's see what we've got foryou in the fridge.
[whining.]
- One ring, hang up, call again.
- That's correct.
It's one of the men from the theatre.
- You found him? When I came back, I wanted another look around the room.
- What kind of person would strangle someone to death? They're not answering.
Ruth? Albert? - It's still warm.
- No one's here.
- Diefenbaker.
- Chicago P.
D.
- I think he's gonna be all right.
The drug knocked him out before he ate it all.
That probably saved his life.
- Who would poison a dog? - A malfeasant.
- A malfeasant? - A bad person.
We need a car.
- Chicago P.
D! Need your car.
- It's this way.
- Get going! Move it! Move it! Move it! Get going! Move it! Come on.
- There's rubber marks here where the tire was flapping.
These metal scrapes are from when he was riding on the rim.
And this is a gasoline spill.
It's low octane.
There was dirt in the line.
- Hey, do you think I'm losing my hair? - No, it's full-bodied and bushy, Ray.
It's this way.
At the rate he's losing gas, he couldn't have gotten much fartherthan this.
- Maybe he got gas.
- Oh, Ray, come on, you know it's impossible to find a gas station in downtown Chicago.
- Hey, that's my car.
- Move it! Come on! Get the lead out! - Russian weapons.
Shh! - Come on, come on! - Has Yuri returned yet? - I have a feeling Yuri will not be returning.
- Nautilus.
- The Nautilus is a bogeyman used to frighten children.
Are you a child? - No.
- Get back, get back.
- Get back to work.
Whoever has the microdot also has this location.
If we lose these guns, we lose everything.
- We have to get the police.
We must trust someone.
Ruth? Ruth? Ruth.
- What if it is Nautilus? - If he shows up here, he dies.
- Come on.
- Ah! - Hold them! - Ah! He he wanted to be a hero.
- Well, you just take care of him.
Keep your head down.
- Okay.
[gunshots.]
- So, finally.
- Finally what? - It's over.
I almost had you three years ago with a diamond merchant and that 9,000 pairs of fake French blue jeans in Antwerp.
- I've never been to Antwerp.
- And again last year, at the boat show, in Buenos Aires.
Rememberthat? With that freight full of fake Dave Clark Five memorabilia? - I hate the Dave Clark Five.
- Twenty years.
For 20 years I've hunted you, Nautilus.
- Uh, excuse me.
- Yeah.
- I think she would've been a child.
- Ahh! - I was in 8th grade.
- In the 8th grade? Well, the 8th grade would make you what, is 20, 30 That's a valid Oh, so you're the one.
I knew it.
I was right the first time, wasn't I? I don't want to know how old you were 20 years ago or what grade you were in.
It's confusing.
I'm not good at math.
- Actually, I was educated at home.
My exams, they were all flown in by bush plane.
- Drop it! Move! - It's good work, Ray.
- Thank you.
- All right, let me get this straight.
You're not Nautilus, right? Okay.
And she's not Nautilus, right? And I'm not Nau - Who's Nautilus? - Drop your guns! All of you.
- She's Nautilus.
- You never mentioned Nautilus.
- I realize that.
- Drop it! - She had your man, Yuri, killed.
- She's real.
Nautilus is real.
- Hello, am I the only one here who doesn't know Nautilus is? - Yes, it would appear so, Ray.
I suspected it when I first disarmed you.
The way you laid yourfinger along the trigger guard it's very professional.
- Partners mean sharing.
Ever heard that? - Yes.
Could we deal with that later? You used your knitting for the garrotte to strangle Yuri.
I detected traces of lanolin from the wool around his throat.
- Very clever, but right now it's not doing you any good, is it? - You're not getting out of here.
- Who's gonna stop me? - I am! You used me.
You lied to me every step of the way.
- Oh, shut up.
People lie, you lie.
That's life.
- No.
No.
Not about you.
I had I had real feelings about you.
- You know what? You're an old fool.
And you're right.
You're a coward.
You hide behind ideas of love when the fact is, you're afraid to take what you want.
- No, I'm not.
I'm not afraid any longer.
- Don't make me shoot you.
- You're going to have to.
- Ah! - Keep your eye on her.
It's interesting you should mention the Dave Clark Five, Mr.
Pike, since it's not generally known that they were more than merely entertainers.
- Are you all right? - Yes, I'm fine.
You've ruined everything, you old fool.
- Where'd he go? - For service to his city and his country, well above and beyond the call of duty, I present this citation to Albert Hanrahan.
- Good man.
- It's blank.
There's nothing on it.
- You fool, you think the CIA wants to broadcast its assets? The fact there's nothing written on it proves that it's genuine.
- They're both on the loose.
- Mr.
Pike? - No, I work with Pike.
Name's lke.
Nada went back to mother Russia.
Part of a prisoner exchange.
- What about the Nautilus? - Escaped.
They were transferring her back to federal.
She took out three cops with one knitting needle.
Pike wanted you to have this.
- Thank you kindly.
"She's out there somewhere.
" - "If it takes the rest of my life I'll find her.
Till we meet again.
Signed Pike.
" 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 DVD subtitling by CNST, Montreal