Due South (1994) s03e12 Episode Script
Mountie on the Bounty (1)
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie [gunshots.]
- All right, the way I assess it is we could stand our ground and wait for backup or give up.
If we stand our ground, they'll shoot us.
If we give up well, they'll likely shoot us anyway.
- Well, they could surrender, but I wouldn't count on that.
- You know something, we could jump.
- Like hell we could.
- Would you make a jump like that if you didn't have to? - I have to and I'm not gonna.
- All right, I'll go first.
- No.
- All right, you go first.
- No means no! - What is wrong with you? - I can't swim.
- The quality of the water alone will probably kill us.
- Does this conversation seem strangely familiarto you? - Oddly, yes.
All right, on three.
- One.
Two.
Three! [sirens.]
- Heave, not heat frost heave.
- Why would I say frost heat? - What the hell could frost heat mean? Frost doesn't have heat, right? - What does heave mean? - In two seconds they would have been here.
- What if they hadn't come? - You're a maniac, Fraser.
- Heave's like where you throw up.
The frost sort of throws up the ground, right? That's why yourfoundations have been moving.
And that's why you got a basement full of water.
- No, I got a basement full of water because the sewer backed up.
- Water you have water.
You got a problem now.
- Dewey.
Seen Vecchio? - Yeah, they've been going at it for a while down there.
- What's the problem? - It's a good collar.
They did good.
- Differences.
- Differences, huh? - What do you propose we do? We're officers of the law.
- I know that.
We're cops.
We don't have capes.
- But I do wear a uniform.
You carry a badge.
My Sam Browne's sort of like - Why are you arguing with me? - I'm not arguing with you.
- Yes, you are.
You're niggling.
You're doing that thing with the Ts and the Is and I say "A", you say "B".
I say night, you say day.
- Be reasonable.
I don't do it all the time.
- No, you just did it again.
It's like some kind of disease.
- It's not a disease.
- I don't want to hear it.
- Would you just listen to me? - I swear, I'll punch you in the face.
- You're going to punch me? - I'm going to punch you in the face.
- Just think calmly - O.
K.
, so, orange baseball cap, orange slacks, orange shirt, Carrying a pizza.
Is there a light on the car outside with flashing lights marked "pizza", by any chance? - Vecchio.
Want to come in here for a minute? - O.
K.
, and one last question.
Did you order a pizza? - Fraser, I have something here that I'd like to discuss with you that - Constable, I understand that you live here, but during the day - Yes, sir, it's just that, you see, well, Detective Vecchio and I were, well, we were in pursuit of three individuals who were from the FBI's most wanted list.
- Just stay in uniform, Fraser.
- Yes, sir.
- I have something foryou.
[Welsh.]
: This came in today.
Transfer? [Thatcher.]
: To Ottawa.
- So I can get my own life back? My own name? Well, frankly I'd choose something a little more interesting if I were you, but if that's what you want, go ahead.
- You're not taking it, are you? - Well, l - Because overthe years we've developed a relationship.
Working, of course, working relationship.
And-and-and you might be hard to replace.
Cost-wise.
I mean, not everybody would live here in his underwear.
Uh, work, live in a place where he works.
- This is where it started, so this is where we'll end it.
- All right.
I was overthere.
- I can't do this, Ray.
- Look, you have to.
- This is for good.
- You put in yourtransfer, I'll put in mine.
It's quits.
- You're sure about this? - Do it.
- There.
Done.
Pleasure working with you.
Come on, I'll give you a lift.
[train whistle blowing.]
This is 1-1-7.
We got a 10-52 at South Speedway.
Need immediate assistance.
- Treasure Chest.
- He's dead.
- All right.
O.
K.
One more case.
Then we're done.
- Treasure chest maybe? - Looks like the head of a dog.
- Very good work.
It looks like it was carved into the skin.
- With his hook maybe.
- Captain Hook.
It would seem to be a map.
- It could be.
- Of course it's a map.
He's a pirate.
Frannie, can you run some prints for me, check them against any known pirates.
- Pirates? What do you mean, like pieces of eight and sliver me timbers? - It's shiver me timbers.
- It's sliver.
- Frannie.
- Ray, what can that mean? Shiver me timbers.
That doesn't mean anything.
- Sure it does, it means like shake your booty, something like that.
- Ray, pirates.
They slide down masts.
Wooden masts.
Sliver.
You get it? Sliver in theirtimbers? Shiver.
- I never got that.
- We do not know that he's a pirate.
He might be an accident-prone accountant.
- Evertry to run a calculator with a hook? - No, but appearances can be deceiving.
I once knew a trapper in Great Slave Lake who ran his trap lines in a three-piece suit.
He looked like a banker.
He carried bait in his pocket, so the smell Well, that's a different story.
- Fraser, a guy dies.
He's got a hook and he's got an eye patch.
He says "treasure.
" He says "chest.
" What do you think he is? - Ray, if there are any pirates on the Great Lakes, which I sincerely doubt, I think it's highly unlikely that they would go about dressed like some character invented by Robert Louis Stevenson.
- Stevenson.
- Hey, Ray, I got an ID.
His name's Billy Butler.
He worked the lake boats most of his life.
He's got three convictions for drug smuggling and one for assault.
- Accountant? - Pirate.
- Thank you.
- Recognize this guy? - Yeah.
Used to live in that chair.
Moved out about a year ago.
Haven't seen him since.
- Seen this guy? [mumbling.]
Anybody here seen Butler? You know this guy? You seen him before? How about you? - Is that a wolf? - Yes, matter of fact, it is.
- Awolf in a bar is bad luck.
- No, man, that's a woman on a ship.
- No, that's whistling on a ship, you idiot.
- There's got to be something about wolves.
- Well, there are a number of nautical superstitions, but I can't think of any that feature wolves.
- Can't be too careful these days.
- And why is that, sir? - There's bad things stirring in the waters.
Ghost ship with a crew long dead, flying the colours of the Mackenzie.
- Oh, come on, you old bastard, you had too much to drink.
- Have you seen this guy? Seen him? Butler.
- Come on.
- I don't want to hear none of that.
- Goat ship? - Ghost ship.
Seems to have scared them all off.
- Hey, left some stuff down in the cellar if you want to go through it.
- What are you doing? - Well, my uncle Tiberius owned a very similartrunk in which he had hidden some pictures of naked aha.
[whistling.]
- Gold.
- I told you.
Pirates.
- Possibly.
- What do you mean, possibly? The guy said "treasure," the guy said "chest.
" You know? We found the chest, and this is the treasure.
- That one bar? - Well, where there's one there's a pile.
You know, that's the way treasure works.
[tapping.]
- What are you doing? You could get somebody - Sorry, sir.
Terribly sorry.
- Who the hell are you? - Name's Lew.
- Blind Lew, by any chance? - That's right.
Got information about Billy, if you're wanting it.
- What do you got? - 70 bucks.
- 70 bucks? - Get an old blind man a decent meal.
- Where you gonna get it, Europe? - 50.
It's deductible.
- Look, this better be good.
- It is.
- What is it? - It's an editorial about crabgrass.
- Wait, wait.
- This is more like it.
According to this, Billy Butler was drowned at sea over a year ago.
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie - O.
K.
, Wailing Yankee, Yankee as in Yankee Doodle Dandy? - Yeah, that's correct.
- O.
K.
, and whaling, as in sperm? - Sperm? - No, Francesca, that's wailing as in waling on a guy's head.
- O.
K.
- Unbelievable A guy on the wharf's got better information than we do.
- Says who? - Says this Billy Butler sank on the Wailing Yankee over a year ago.
- Here lies the body of John Brown, who was lost at sea and neverfound.
- Francesca, ask Fraser what's that supposed to mean.
- It's supposed to mean that your guy drowned, and then what? He swam, crawled, stabbed himself so that he could hang out with Mort.
O.
K.
, so we got a bit of a mystery.
- Indeed we do.
- Hey, I got it.
- That's excellent, Francesca.
- Thank you, Fraser.
- Wailing Yankee went down a little more than a year ago, all hands lost.
- And now I found one of them.
- Hey, there's the crew.
- There's my friend Billy.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
ljust found two of them.
This guy I saw this guy the night of the murder.
- We both saw him, Francesca.
Make it bigger, will you, Frannie? - Whoops.
- Come on, Frannie.
No whoops.
Don't blow it here.
- O.
K.
, O.
K.
, just relax.
See? - Yeah.
Learn fast.
Fraser's not going to be around yo help much longer Andy Calhoon.
Print that out, will you, Frannie? - Um, you're leaving, Frase? - Well, I've been offered a transferto Ottawa.
- Oh.
- That's great, that's just that's great.
- Something wrong? - No, I've, um, I've just got something in my eye.
- Ah, well, if you pull your lower eyelid out and fold it overyour - I'll be O.
K.
- Let's go.
This guy's the killer.
- How do we know he's the killer? - Two supposed dead guys show up in more or less the same place, and one gets a knife in the back, and you think somebody else did it? - Maybe it was a deranged accountant.
- That is so stupid.
- A deranged accountant? That's like saying a raging librarian.
Francesca, can you run Calhoon for me and see all you can get on the Wailing Yankee? - Yeah.
- Francesca, could you The other evidence.
- I was going to hold onto that.
- Ray, it is evidence.
Francesca, are your eyes all right? - Perfect.
- Good.
I wonder if you wouldn't mind just checking this serial numberfor us? [sighing.]
- Gold.
This could have been made into hundreds of wedding bands.
- We're stepping out for a few minutes.
Could you just keep an eye on Francesca? [barking.]
Hurts my feelings.
- Anyone seen this guy? Seen him? How about you? Know this guy? - No.
- Anyone? - Gentlemen, good day.
- What kind of outfit is that? - Well, my name is Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
- Oh, yeah? What brings you here? - Well, I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father.
- And what, you just stayed? - As a matter of fact, yes, attached as liaison with the Canadian Consulate.
- Interesting.
- Thank you.
Thank you kindly.
I wonder if I could trouble you gentlemen to tell me about the ghost ship.
[groaning.]
- Don't pay to talk about ghosts.
- Those that do are bound to see them.
- Those that see them are doomed to sleep on the bottom of the ocean.
- Wow, that Canadian charm is working overtime today.
- These men are afraid, Ray.
- And nobody saw anything.
- Perhaps he did.
- Is that a joke, Fraser? 'Cause that's not funny.
That's not at all sensitive or Mountie-like.
That's completely rude.
- Can I borrow your gun? - What for? - You'll see.
Excuse me, sir.
- Whoa! Oh! Oh! - He's not blind.
- No, he is not.
- How'd you know that? It's an involuntary movement of the pupils.
It's a dead giveaway.
- I was born blind.
My eyesight's slowly getting better.
- Yeah, right.
You know this guy? - Never cast eyes on him.
- Too bad if you helped us, we wouldn't arrest you for impersonating the blind Drop the act! - I seen him around the Albatross.
- Do you recall anything he happened to say? - He talked about the Mackenzie said he'd seen the ghost ship prowling around the waters near Six Fathom Shoal.
It's not something you want to hear.
Didn't go by the name of Calhoon, by the way.
Called himself Vic Hester.
O.
K.
? - Thank you.
- Can I go? [phone ringing.]
- Yeah? [Francesca.]
: Hey, Ray, it's me.
You know that guy Andy you're looking for? He's got a longer rap sheet than your guy Billy.
- Yeah, Frannie, what? - Attempted murder, assault, nasty stuff.
- O.
K.
, thanks, Frannie.
- Oh, and hey, I checked out some of the other guys on the Wailing Yankee.
Everybody in it has a long sheet.
- That's queer.
Who owns it? - I found out his name is Gilbert Wallace.
He's the president of Illinois Lake Freight.
- What do you mean, it's not unusual? That was like the con air of boats.
- Look, we hire sailors.
We don't kill ourselves checking their morals.
- Well, sir, of the 30 crew members you had, 29 of them had serious criminal records.
- And the other one we haven't tracked yet.
- That's a higher proportion than could be explained by the law of averages.
- At the Union Hall, you get what you get.
- What do you know about Vic Hester? - As I said before, nothing.
I knew none of these men.
Excuse me.
I got work to do.
- We understand.
Thank you kindly foryourtime.
- Do not do that, Fraser.
- Do what? - Cut me off like that.
- I was going on my gut.
When your partner's going on his gut, you got to go with the flow.
You got to let it ride.
You got to - Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
- What? - Car's this way.
- Right.
Car's this way.
I knew that.
- Wallace said he hired the crew from the Union Hall.
- Yeah, so? - Vic Hester may be looking for work.
- Then we'd better go to the Union Hall.
- So we're still partners, then? - But the problem is we're stale.
Like bread or something.
You know, maybe it is time for a change.
- I imagine you'll be taking that transfer, then.
- And you'll take yours.
- No.
No.
Um, no.
Aha.
Henry Allen.
- Henry Allen? Another alias.
- No, I think she's referring to a ship, Ray.
- Yeah, sailing from Sault Ste.
Marie in 9:00 in the morning.
Your guy's on it.
- Thank you kindly.
- Well, if I had a sextant, Ray, I could locate the vehicle in a heartbeat.
- Mr.
Sextant, I told you exactly where the car was.
- Yes, you did, but we've been walking around in circles forthe last five minutes.
I think it's to the right.
- To the right of what? That's not a description of where the car - Don't go looking forthe Mackenzie.
- Come on.
Look, Fraser, there is the car.
Right by the boat, right where I told you.
- I think we're onto something, Ray.
- Oh, yeah, like getting killed.
Look, I may be damaged, Fraser, but I'm not stupid.
More to life than dying.
Partnership is like a marriage, Son.
Give and take, up and down, who left the empty butter dish in the fridge.
It isn't easy.
- No, it isn't.
Buck Frobisher and I were a team, maybe the best team the North has ever known.
One day we fell out and it all but destroyed us.
- What did you do? - We swallowed our pride forthe greater good.
Someone is using a brave ship's name for an evil purpose, and you've got to stop them.
You need the Yank.
Swallow the pride, Son.
- Ray - Look, Fraser, I know what you're going to say.
You give me a reason You give me one reason why we should risk our skinny asses chasing the Robert Mackenzie.
That is way out of our jurisdiction.
We have no authorization.
O.
K.
? - On November 1st, 1969, the Robert Mackenzie left a pier in Thunder Bay carrying 28,110 long tons of high sulphur coal bound forthe steel mills in Detroit.
She was 810 feet long, and captained by Scottie Phillips.
And no one on board could have known they were headed into a gale known as the Witch of November.
By 2:00 a.
m.
on the 2nd, the seas were already running at 20 feet, the winds were gusting at 50 miles an hour.
At 3:13 the Mackenzie radioed her sister ship the Phoenix to say she'd taken a wave overthe wheelhouse, knocking out her radar.
She was blind in the water, navigating by dead reckoning.
Captain Phillips decided to head south to the shelter of Bet Grise Bay by way of Keweenaw Point.
But by then, the seas were running over40 feet, winds were blowing at 100 miles an hour.
At 4:23, a wave broke exposing a mountain of rock known as Six Fathom Shoal.
Time stopped.
The Mackenzie hit the shoal broadside, cutting her in half.
The stern was still underfull power and it rammed the bow, crushing men on metal as they were caught midship scrambling for life boats.
It hit the bow three times before it finally drove it under.
And then the stern continued into the night, with all its lights blazing, fires burning from the ruptured boilers, like some kind of headless beast.
Captain Phillips' last transmission to the Phoenix read, "32 down on the Robert Mackenzie.
" - All right Say we drive like hell, I mean, put the pedal to the metal Could we get to, uh, Sault Ste.
Marie, get on the Henry Anderson Before she sails? - Allen uh, Henry Allen.
Yes.
- Right Allen.
Come on.
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie - All ahead, one third.
Good to see you, Benton, boy.
- Yes, and you too, Sir.
- Stirs up memories.
- Wait a minute, you know this guy? - Oh, yes, Captain Smithers is an old friend of my father's.
As a matter of fact, he taught me how to tie my first knot.
Oh, dear.
- Yeah, double clove and half-hitch tie a knot in his tail to hold the devil down.
- Does everybody in Canada know everybody? - No.
- Old Bob Fraser.
- Old? Who's he calling old I've been dead foryears still look twice as good as him.
- Went back a long way, me and Bob.
Saved his life in a barfight once in - Skagway.
- Skagway.
How did you know that? Oh, yeah, yourfather told you in '59.
- That's a crock.
- Ahh Bart Anderson got liquored up and came after him with a harpoon.
- It was a small pocket knife.
- Luckily, I got between him and your dad.
- He sure did.
He was as goggle-eyed as Bart.
I had to throw them in the brig to sleep it off.
- Those were the days.
- I hate to interrupt memories, but you might have a killer aboard.
- In my crew? - In your crew, Sir.
- Well, son, you show me the maggot and I'll take him apart like that moor in the Dardanelles, eh? By God, I'll throw him in the brig.
- You got a brig? - Well no.
- You see, he couldn't tell the truth if his life depended on it.
- It's cold in here.
Sir, we don't think that there's any pressing need to disassemble this man.
At the moment, he's just a suspect.
Uh, we would like to observe him unobtrusively.
- Unobtrusively? - Yes, Sir.
- How you going to do that? - Now that we're out here, we're away from the city Doing good, honest work.
- Ah, there's nothing like it, is there? - Hell, maybe.
Bad luck having strange crew on board.
- Especially on the North Shore route.
- Why's that? - Pass by the graveyard called the Six Fathom Shoal.
- There anything on this ship that isn't bad luck? - Eddie Walters saw her last week.
He was on the Bailey Madison.
- Robert Mackenzie cut across her bow.
Dead men on the deck crying out for help.
- I saw her once myself.
She come up on us in the night.
Nothing on the radar and there she was.
I never want to see her again.
I say we get the captain to take the South route.
- Yeah, I'd like to see you tell old ironbottom where to sail his ship.
He'd have your guts for garters in a second.
- Shouldn't cross us with no ghost ship.
- I don't want to see the face of a dead man staring back at me in the night.
- I hate ghosts.
- Maybe they got involved in a case and forgot to report in.
[growling and barking.]
- Cold night dark, as if the stars themselves had fled.
She come out of the fog draped in seaweed.
Afoul stench rolling across the water.
- What is this? - It's food, Ray.
Good, hearty food.
Just the thing after a long day's work.
- Does it come with instructions? - Open mouth, put in.
- And when the moon broke through the clouds and shone her light on the faces of the dead, their eyes were like the devil's own.
And the faces were pale Keep them occupied.
- Gentlemen there's something I'd like to get off my chest.
- What's that? Oh, the year was 1778 How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now A letter of marque came from the King To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Oh, the antelope sloop was a sickening sight How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now She had a list to the port and her sails in rags And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold, we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers On the King's birthday we put to sea How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now We were 91 days from Montego Bay Pumping like madmen all the way God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers - Oh, yeah.
[door opening.]
God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier - You know what's funny? This is not the room I was looking for.
I was looking forthe The skull the, the top, the front - The head? - The head.
See I've been drinking and I'm, I'm lost, so ljust got all It's a large boat ship, and, uh I'll just circumnavigate myself out this way, and the head will probably be down there.
made an awful din But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears - His locker's full of electronic gizmos, transistors.
The last of Barrett's privateers So here I lay in my 23rd year How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now - Stay here.
I'll inform the captain.
It's been six years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers - Oh, that's great.
You uh, O.
K.
The gold robbery, the big gold robbery.
- What gold robbery? - You the-the big one.
The big one, you know.
This is from there.
Ray had this - Francesca.
- Take a deep breath.
- O.
K.
- All right, let it out slowly.
[exhaling.]
- And think of the colouryellow.
[inhaling.]
- What is it? - O.
K.
, O.
K.
, Fraser and Ray found this in the stuff of the dead pirate.
- Pirate? - The guy with the hook, the eye patch, Billy Butler.
- ljust called, and they traced it.
This was part of the big shipment that got stolen from the Chicago Federal Reserve Bank last year.
- You're kidding.
- That was huge.
- That was 100 million in gold bullion.
- They were pros.
Killed six guards.
- This is what Fraser and Ray are investigating? - Apparently.
- And-and not to get lost in the shuffle.
We have an excellent lead.
All we need to do is find the robbers, and we'll find constable Fraser.
- Ah, constable Fraser.
- Thought you were undercover.
- Well, I was.
- Oh, sorry about that.
- That's not really important any more.
What is important, is that I have reason to believe that someone has tampered with your radar.
- My radar? Uh, looks all right.
- Nevertheless, I think - Huh? - Can you manipulate this image? - Sure.
- Can you make it seem further out? - Yeah.
- Looks like the head of a dog.
- Yeah, see, you're right.
It looks like a golden retriever.
- Could be a labrador.
- Doberman.
- Yeah - It's also a motive for murder.
- What? - It's also a motive for murder.
- Ship! Ship in the water.
Dead ahead.
- No sign of it on the radar screen.
- She's a ghost.
It's the Mackenzie.
The Robert Mackenzie! - Ah, stop blithering, you idiot.
- Look there.
- Where? - Look at the boat there.
Look, look, look.
- You see what I mean, son? There's something funny about this whole setup.
Those are the worst looking ghosts I've ever seen.
- Don't look too good.
- What's wrong with them? - Well, theoretically, they're dead.
- I'm dead.
Nothing wrong with me.
Look at them.
They're pale.
Look at me, I'm pink.
- They're draped in seaweed.
- Helmsman! - Are you all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- Helms lash down the wheel.
- I'll deal with the crew.
- Lash down the wheel? - Doesn't matter, use a running bowline.
- Which is running bowline.
Running bowline-running bowline.
- You know what this is, Son, you know what.
- What is it? - Rabbit comes out of the hole, runs around the tree, goes back in the hole No, wait wait You know what it is.
- What? - Not a rabbit, a squirrel, because he goes up the tree.
And it's a squirrel because the tail is longer, meaning the end of the rope.
It doesn't go in the hole.
- 'Course it doesn't go in the hole, it's a squirrel.
- Exactly.
- Well, what does the squirrel do? - Off my bridge! - All you got to do is head south.
Stay out of Robert Mackenzie's territory.
- She's my ship, I'll head her anywhere I damn well please, you mutinous, scab-sided, scum sucking son of a poxy sea witch.
- You shut up! You do what he says.
We ain't crossing no ghost ship.
- I'll hang you from the nearest yardarm before I turn this ship.
- You going to let him get us all killed? - It wouldn't hurt to turn the ship.
- Get back to your stations.
Do what I tell you.
I'll gut you like herring.
I'll tearyou apart like I disassembled that moor in the Dardanelles! - Get him! Get him! - It's not a ghost ship.
- Don't listen to him.
- It's the Wailing Yankee disguised to look like the Robert Mackenzie.
- He's lying.
And the crew are not ghosts, they are criminals.
- How come she didn't show up on the radarthen, huh? - Because you tampered with the radar.
He also killed a man in Chicago, a man who was carrying a map that pinpointed a location roughly 30 miles east of here.
- I never killed anybody.
- He killed that man to prevent him from revealing that location A location so secret that they invented a phony ghost ship to scare people off.
- Are you going to side with this cowardly, murdering scum? - Will you side with those who would destroy the reputation of the men who sailed the Robert Mackenzie? - How do we know you're telling the truth? - Look at him.
He's a Mountie.
- Yeah, yeah, he is a Mountie.
It's the hat.
- Yeah, he is a Mountie.
- Has to be.
Now what? - Stay your course.
- All right, you miserable sons of [clamouring.]
- Tell me where my partner is.
- Why should we tell you? - Because it's the right thing to do.
- Now, this is where you need the Yank.
So he can threaten them with force.
Tell them he's going to kick them in the head, or jump Bogart all overthem, or one of those other colourful expressions he's so fond of.
- I could do that.
- Oh, they'd never believe you, Son.
- Well, they might.
- Well, give it a try.
- So I shall.
Tell me where my partner is [sighing.]
or I will kick you in the head.
- Really? - Uh, no, not, not really.
- Ghost ship dead ahead, Benton.
- Stay your course.
There's nothing they can do to you.
- Right.
- Oh, dear.
- Abandon ship! - By rights, I should be last off.
- But I can't leave, sir.
- She's a big ship.
You may not find him.
- He's my partner.
I have to try.
- Well, good luck, Benton.
- Thank you, Sir.
- I'm glad to see the back of him.
You could be in some trouble, Son.
- You may be right.
Ray! Ray! Ray? - Move it, move it! - Ray! Ray! [mumbling.]
You all right? I'm going to have to remove yourtape.
It's probable easier if I do it fast.
You'd preferthat I do it slowly? - Ahh! God! O.
K.
, I'll kill them.
Where are they? - Well, they're in a life boat.
- A life boat? - Uh, yes, the ship is sinking.
- The ship's sinking.
[explosion.]
O.
K.
, the ship's sinking! - Ray! Ray! Ray! Calm down.
We need your keys.
- What keys? - The keys to your handcuffs.
- The keys to my handcuffs.
Left jacket pocket.
- I found them.
- Left jacket pocket.
No! Those keys are for my old car.
Right jacket pocket.
Apartment.
Old apartment.
Locker.
Don't know don't know.
- You really should try to keep yourthings a little more organized.
- Fraser, this is the wrong time for advice on neatness.
Maybe the wrong time for advice.
Neverthe wrong time for neatness.
- Those guys must have taken the key.
- It would seem likely.
- So, you got another plan? - You betcha I do.
I'm going to pick the lock.
- Pick the lock.
That's good, Fraser, that's very good.
Come on - I want you to put your head underthis bucket.
- Thanks, Fraser I guess.
Fraser! - Ray.
- Fraser! - Ray Ray.
- Fraser! Fraser! Fraser! [mumbling.]
- Ray please, you have to stop yelling.
The echo in here, it's just It's really jarring.
Oh, sorry.
- Get my gun.
- You'd like me to shoot off your handcuffs.
- Yes, some time this week would be nice, Fraser.
- Your gun is gone.
- Not that gun, my boot gun, my boot gun.
- Boot gun, right.
Ready? - Ready.
- All right.
- See, this is why we're getting stale, Fraser.
Communication We're not doing it.
- What are you talking about? I thought we communicated remarkably well, considering you had a bucket overyour head.
- Yeah, well, it's got to be more like instinct, like breathing.
Ray, that door, I'm not sure - What? - All right, Mr.
Instinct.
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie 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: CNST, Montreal
- All right, the way I assess it is we could stand our ground and wait for backup or give up.
If we stand our ground, they'll shoot us.
If we give up well, they'll likely shoot us anyway.
- Well, they could surrender, but I wouldn't count on that.
- You know something, we could jump.
- Like hell we could.
- Would you make a jump like that if you didn't have to? - I have to and I'm not gonna.
- All right, I'll go first.
- No.
- All right, you go first.
- No means no! - What is wrong with you? - I can't swim.
- The quality of the water alone will probably kill us.
- Does this conversation seem strangely familiarto you? - Oddly, yes.
All right, on three.
- One.
Two.
Three! [sirens.]
- Heave, not heat frost heave.
- Why would I say frost heat? - What the hell could frost heat mean? Frost doesn't have heat, right? - What does heave mean? - In two seconds they would have been here.
- What if they hadn't come? - You're a maniac, Fraser.
- Heave's like where you throw up.
The frost sort of throws up the ground, right? That's why yourfoundations have been moving.
And that's why you got a basement full of water.
- No, I got a basement full of water because the sewer backed up.
- Water you have water.
You got a problem now.
- Dewey.
Seen Vecchio? - Yeah, they've been going at it for a while down there.
- What's the problem? - It's a good collar.
They did good.
- Differences.
- Differences, huh? - What do you propose we do? We're officers of the law.
- I know that.
We're cops.
We don't have capes.
- But I do wear a uniform.
You carry a badge.
My Sam Browne's sort of like - Why are you arguing with me? - I'm not arguing with you.
- Yes, you are.
You're niggling.
You're doing that thing with the Ts and the Is and I say "A", you say "B".
I say night, you say day.
- Be reasonable.
I don't do it all the time.
- No, you just did it again.
It's like some kind of disease.
- It's not a disease.
- I don't want to hear it.
- Would you just listen to me? - I swear, I'll punch you in the face.
- You're going to punch me? - I'm going to punch you in the face.
- Just think calmly - O.
K.
, so, orange baseball cap, orange slacks, orange shirt, Carrying a pizza.
Is there a light on the car outside with flashing lights marked "pizza", by any chance? - Vecchio.
Want to come in here for a minute? - O.
K.
, and one last question.
Did you order a pizza? - Fraser, I have something here that I'd like to discuss with you that - Constable, I understand that you live here, but during the day - Yes, sir, it's just that, you see, well, Detective Vecchio and I were, well, we were in pursuit of three individuals who were from the FBI's most wanted list.
- Just stay in uniform, Fraser.
- Yes, sir.
- I have something foryou.
[Welsh.]
: This came in today.
Transfer? [Thatcher.]
: To Ottawa.
- So I can get my own life back? My own name? Well, frankly I'd choose something a little more interesting if I were you, but if that's what you want, go ahead.
- You're not taking it, are you? - Well, l - Because overthe years we've developed a relationship.
Working, of course, working relationship.
And-and-and you might be hard to replace.
Cost-wise.
I mean, not everybody would live here in his underwear.
Uh, work, live in a place where he works.
- This is where it started, so this is where we'll end it.
- All right.
I was overthere.
- I can't do this, Ray.
- Look, you have to.
- This is for good.
- You put in yourtransfer, I'll put in mine.
It's quits.
- You're sure about this? - Do it.
- There.
Done.
Pleasure working with you.
Come on, I'll give you a lift.
[train whistle blowing.]
This is 1-1-7.
We got a 10-52 at South Speedway.
Need immediate assistance.
- Treasure Chest.
- He's dead.
- All right.
O.
K.
One more case.
Then we're done.
- Treasure chest maybe? - Looks like the head of a dog.
- Very good work.
It looks like it was carved into the skin.
- With his hook maybe.
- Captain Hook.
It would seem to be a map.
- It could be.
- Of course it's a map.
He's a pirate.
Frannie, can you run some prints for me, check them against any known pirates.
- Pirates? What do you mean, like pieces of eight and sliver me timbers? - It's shiver me timbers.
- It's sliver.
- Frannie.
- Ray, what can that mean? Shiver me timbers.
That doesn't mean anything.
- Sure it does, it means like shake your booty, something like that.
- Ray, pirates.
They slide down masts.
Wooden masts.
Sliver.
You get it? Sliver in theirtimbers? Shiver.
- I never got that.
- We do not know that he's a pirate.
He might be an accident-prone accountant.
- Evertry to run a calculator with a hook? - No, but appearances can be deceiving.
I once knew a trapper in Great Slave Lake who ran his trap lines in a three-piece suit.
He looked like a banker.
He carried bait in his pocket, so the smell Well, that's a different story.
- Fraser, a guy dies.
He's got a hook and he's got an eye patch.
He says "treasure.
" He says "chest.
" What do you think he is? - Ray, if there are any pirates on the Great Lakes, which I sincerely doubt, I think it's highly unlikely that they would go about dressed like some character invented by Robert Louis Stevenson.
- Stevenson.
- Hey, Ray, I got an ID.
His name's Billy Butler.
He worked the lake boats most of his life.
He's got three convictions for drug smuggling and one for assault.
- Accountant? - Pirate.
- Thank you.
- Recognize this guy? - Yeah.
Used to live in that chair.
Moved out about a year ago.
Haven't seen him since.
- Seen this guy? [mumbling.]
Anybody here seen Butler? You know this guy? You seen him before? How about you? - Is that a wolf? - Yes, matter of fact, it is.
- Awolf in a bar is bad luck.
- No, man, that's a woman on a ship.
- No, that's whistling on a ship, you idiot.
- There's got to be something about wolves.
- Well, there are a number of nautical superstitions, but I can't think of any that feature wolves.
- Can't be too careful these days.
- And why is that, sir? - There's bad things stirring in the waters.
Ghost ship with a crew long dead, flying the colours of the Mackenzie.
- Oh, come on, you old bastard, you had too much to drink.
- Have you seen this guy? Seen him? Butler.
- Come on.
- I don't want to hear none of that.
- Goat ship? - Ghost ship.
Seems to have scared them all off.
- Hey, left some stuff down in the cellar if you want to go through it.
- What are you doing? - Well, my uncle Tiberius owned a very similartrunk in which he had hidden some pictures of naked aha.
[whistling.]
- Gold.
- I told you.
Pirates.
- Possibly.
- What do you mean, possibly? The guy said "treasure," the guy said "chest.
" You know? We found the chest, and this is the treasure.
- That one bar? - Well, where there's one there's a pile.
You know, that's the way treasure works.
[tapping.]
- What are you doing? You could get somebody - Sorry, sir.
Terribly sorry.
- Who the hell are you? - Name's Lew.
- Blind Lew, by any chance? - That's right.
Got information about Billy, if you're wanting it.
- What do you got? - 70 bucks.
- 70 bucks? - Get an old blind man a decent meal.
- Where you gonna get it, Europe? - 50.
It's deductible.
- Look, this better be good.
- It is.
- What is it? - It's an editorial about crabgrass.
- Wait, wait.
- This is more like it.
According to this, Billy Butler was drowned at sea over a year ago.
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie - O.
K.
, Wailing Yankee, Yankee as in Yankee Doodle Dandy? - Yeah, that's correct.
- O.
K.
, and whaling, as in sperm? - Sperm? - No, Francesca, that's wailing as in waling on a guy's head.
- O.
K.
- Unbelievable A guy on the wharf's got better information than we do.
- Says who? - Says this Billy Butler sank on the Wailing Yankee over a year ago.
- Here lies the body of John Brown, who was lost at sea and neverfound.
- Francesca, ask Fraser what's that supposed to mean.
- It's supposed to mean that your guy drowned, and then what? He swam, crawled, stabbed himself so that he could hang out with Mort.
O.
K.
, so we got a bit of a mystery.
- Indeed we do.
- Hey, I got it.
- That's excellent, Francesca.
- Thank you, Fraser.
- Wailing Yankee went down a little more than a year ago, all hands lost.
- And now I found one of them.
- Hey, there's the crew.
- There's my friend Billy.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
ljust found two of them.
This guy I saw this guy the night of the murder.
- We both saw him, Francesca.
Make it bigger, will you, Frannie? - Whoops.
- Come on, Frannie.
No whoops.
Don't blow it here.
- O.
K.
, O.
K.
, just relax.
See? - Yeah.
Learn fast.
Fraser's not going to be around yo help much longer Andy Calhoon.
Print that out, will you, Frannie? - Um, you're leaving, Frase? - Well, I've been offered a transferto Ottawa.
- Oh.
- That's great, that's just that's great.
- Something wrong? - No, I've, um, I've just got something in my eye.
- Ah, well, if you pull your lower eyelid out and fold it overyour - I'll be O.
K.
- Let's go.
This guy's the killer.
- How do we know he's the killer? - Two supposed dead guys show up in more or less the same place, and one gets a knife in the back, and you think somebody else did it? - Maybe it was a deranged accountant.
- That is so stupid.
- A deranged accountant? That's like saying a raging librarian.
Francesca, can you run Calhoon for me and see all you can get on the Wailing Yankee? - Yeah.
- Francesca, could you The other evidence.
- I was going to hold onto that.
- Ray, it is evidence.
Francesca, are your eyes all right? - Perfect.
- Good.
I wonder if you wouldn't mind just checking this serial numberfor us? [sighing.]
- Gold.
This could have been made into hundreds of wedding bands.
- We're stepping out for a few minutes.
Could you just keep an eye on Francesca? [barking.]
Hurts my feelings.
- Anyone seen this guy? Seen him? How about you? Know this guy? - No.
- Anyone? - Gentlemen, good day.
- What kind of outfit is that? - Well, my name is Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
- Oh, yeah? What brings you here? - Well, I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father.
- And what, you just stayed? - As a matter of fact, yes, attached as liaison with the Canadian Consulate.
- Interesting.
- Thank you.
Thank you kindly.
I wonder if I could trouble you gentlemen to tell me about the ghost ship.
[groaning.]
- Don't pay to talk about ghosts.
- Those that do are bound to see them.
- Those that see them are doomed to sleep on the bottom of the ocean.
- Wow, that Canadian charm is working overtime today.
- These men are afraid, Ray.
- And nobody saw anything.
- Perhaps he did.
- Is that a joke, Fraser? 'Cause that's not funny.
That's not at all sensitive or Mountie-like.
That's completely rude.
- Can I borrow your gun? - What for? - You'll see.
Excuse me, sir.
- Whoa! Oh! Oh! - He's not blind.
- No, he is not.
- How'd you know that? It's an involuntary movement of the pupils.
It's a dead giveaway.
- I was born blind.
My eyesight's slowly getting better.
- Yeah, right.
You know this guy? - Never cast eyes on him.
- Too bad if you helped us, we wouldn't arrest you for impersonating the blind Drop the act! - I seen him around the Albatross.
- Do you recall anything he happened to say? - He talked about the Mackenzie said he'd seen the ghost ship prowling around the waters near Six Fathom Shoal.
It's not something you want to hear.
Didn't go by the name of Calhoon, by the way.
Called himself Vic Hester.
O.
K.
? - Thank you.
- Can I go? [phone ringing.]
- Yeah? [Francesca.]
: Hey, Ray, it's me.
You know that guy Andy you're looking for? He's got a longer rap sheet than your guy Billy.
- Yeah, Frannie, what? - Attempted murder, assault, nasty stuff.
- O.
K.
, thanks, Frannie.
- Oh, and hey, I checked out some of the other guys on the Wailing Yankee.
Everybody in it has a long sheet.
- That's queer.
Who owns it? - I found out his name is Gilbert Wallace.
He's the president of Illinois Lake Freight.
- What do you mean, it's not unusual? That was like the con air of boats.
- Look, we hire sailors.
We don't kill ourselves checking their morals.
- Well, sir, of the 30 crew members you had, 29 of them had serious criminal records.
- And the other one we haven't tracked yet.
- That's a higher proportion than could be explained by the law of averages.
- At the Union Hall, you get what you get.
- What do you know about Vic Hester? - As I said before, nothing.
I knew none of these men.
Excuse me.
I got work to do.
- We understand.
Thank you kindly foryourtime.
- Do not do that, Fraser.
- Do what? - Cut me off like that.
- I was going on my gut.
When your partner's going on his gut, you got to go with the flow.
You got to let it ride.
You got to - Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
Ray.
- What? - Car's this way.
- Right.
Car's this way.
I knew that.
- Wallace said he hired the crew from the Union Hall.
- Yeah, so? - Vic Hester may be looking for work.
- Then we'd better go to the Union Hall.
- So we're still partners, then? - But the problem is we're stale.
Like bread or something.
You know, maybe it is time for a change.
- I imagine you'll be taking that transfer, then.
- And you'll take yours.
- No.
No.
Um, no.
Aha.
Henry Allen.
- Henry Allen? Another alias.
- No, I think she's referring to a ship, Ray.
- Yeah, sailing from Sault Ste.
Marie in 9:00 in the morning.
Your guy's on it.
- Thank you kindly.
- Well, if I had a sextant, Ray, I could locate the vehicle in a heartbeat.
- Mr.
Sextant, I told you exactly where the car was.
- Yes, you did, but we've been walking around in circles forthe last five minutes.
I think it's to the right.
- To the right of what? That's not a description of where the car - Don't go looking forthe Mackenzie.
- Come on.
Look, Fraser, there is the car.
Right by the boat, right where I told you.
- I think we're onto something, Ray.
- Oh, yeah, like getting killed.
Look, I may be damaged, Fraser, but I'm not stupid.
More to life than dying.
Partnership is like a marriage, Son.
Give and take, up and down, who left the empty butter dish in the fridge.
It isn't easy.
- No, it isn't.
Buck Frobisher and I were a team, maybe the best team the North has ever known.
One day we fell out and it all but destroyed us.
- What did you do? - We swallowed our pride forthe greater good.
Someone is using a brave ship's name for an evil purpose, and you've got to stop them.
You need the Yank.
Swallow the pride, Son.
- Ray - Look, Fraser, I know what you're going to say.
You give me a reason You give me one reason why we should risk our skinny asses chasing the Robert Mackenzie.
That is way out of our jurisdiction.
We have no authorization.
O.
K.
? - On November 1st, 1969, the Robert Mackenzie left a pier in Thunder Bay carrying 28,110 long tons of high sulphur coal bound forthe steel mills in Detroit.
She was 810 feet long, and captained by Scottie Phillips.
And no one on board could have known they were headed into a gale known as the Witch of November.
By 2:00 a.
m.
on the 2nd, the seas were already running at 20 feet, the winds were gusting at 50 miles an hour.
At 3:13 the Mackenzie radioed her sister ship the Phoenix to say she'd taken a wave overthe wheelhouse, knocking out her radar.
She was blind in the water, navigating by dead reckoning.
Captain Phillips decided to head south to the shelter of Bet Grise Bay by way of Keweenaw Point.
But by then, the seas were running over40 feet, winds were blowing at 100 miles an hour.
At 4:23, a wave broke exposing a mountain of rock known as Six Fathom Shoal.
Time stopped.
The Mackenzie hit the shoal broadside, cutting her in half.
The stern was still underfull power and it rammed the bow, crushing men on metal as they were caught midship scrambling for life boats.
It hit the bow three times before it finally drove it under.
And then the stern continued into the night, with all its lights blazing, fires burning from the ruptured boilers, like some kind of headless beast.
Captain Phillips' last transmission to the Phoenix read, "32 down on the Robert Mackenzie.
" - All right Say we drive like hell, I mean, put the pedal to the metal Could we get to, uh, Sault Ste.
Marie, get on the Henry Anderson Before she sails? - Allen uh, Henry Allen.
Yes.
- Right Allen.
Come on.
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie - All ahead, one third.
Good to see you, Benton, boy.
- Yes, and you too, Sir.
- Stirs up memories.
- Wait a minute, you know this guy? - Oh, yes, Captain Smithers is an old friend of my father's.
As a matter of fact, he taught me how to tie my first knot.
Oh, dear.
- Yeah, double clove and half-hitch tie a knot in his tail to hold the devil down.
- Does everybody in Canada know everybody? - No.
- Old Bob Fraser.
- Old? Who's he calling old I've been dead foryears still look twice as good as him.
- Went back a long way, me and Bob.
Saved his life in a barfight once in - Skagway.
- Skagway.
How did you know that? Oh, yeah, yourfather told you in '59.
- That's a crock.
- Ahh Bart Anderson got liquored up and came after him with a harpoon.
- It was a small pocket knife.
- Luckily, I got between him and your dad.
- He sure did.
He was as goggle-eyed as Bart.
I had to throw them in the brig to sleep it off.
- Those were the days.
- I hate to interrupt memories, but you might have a killer aboard.
- In my crew? - In your crew, Sir.
- Well, son, you show me the maggot and I'll take him apart like that moor in the Dardanelles, eh? By God, I'll throw him in the brig.
- You got a brig? - Well no.
- You see, he couldn't tell the truth if his life depended on it.
- It's cold in here.
Sir, we don't think that there's any pressing need to disassemble this man.
At the moment, he's just a suspect.
Uh, we would like to observe him unobtrusively.
- Unobtrusively? - Yes, Sir.
- How you going to do that? - Now that we're out here, we're away from the city Doing good, honest work.
- Ah, there's nothing like it, is there? - Hell, maybe.
Bad luck having strange crew on board.
- Especially on the North Shore route.
- Why's that? - Pass by the graveyard called the Six Fathom Shoal.
- There anything on this ship that isn't bad luck? - Eddie Walters saw her last week.
He was on the Bailey Madison.
- Robert Mackenzie cut across her bow.
Dead men on the deck crying out for help.
- I saw her once myself.
She come up on us in the night.
Nothing on the radar and there she was.
I never want to see her again.
I say we get the captain to take the South route.
- Yeah, I'd like to see you tell old ironbottom where to sail his ship.
He'd have your guts for garters in a second.
- Shouldn't cross us with no ghost ship.
- I don't want to see the face of a dead man staring back at me in the night.
- I hate ghosts.
- Maybe they got involved in a case and forgot to report in.
[growling and barking.]
- Cold night dark, as if the stars themselves had fled.
She come out of the fog draped in seaweed.
Afoul stench rolling across the water.
- What is this? - It's food, Ray.
Good, hearty food.
Just the thing after a long day's work.
- Does it come with instructions? - Open mouth, put in.
- And when the moon broke through the clouds and shone her light on the faces of the dead, their eyes were like the devil's own.
And the faces were pale Keep them occupied.
- Gentlemen there's something I'd like to get off my chest.
- What's that? Oh, the year was 1778 How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now A letter of marque came from the King To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Oh, the antelope sloop was a sickening sight How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now She had a list to the port and her sails in rags And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold, we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers On the King's birthday we put to sea How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now We were 91 days from Montego Bay Pumping like madmen all the way God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers - Oh, yeah.
[door opening.]
God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier - You know what's funny? This is not the room I was looking for.
I was looking forthe The skull the, the top, the front - The head? - The head.
See I've been drinking and I'm, I'm lost, so ljust got all It's a large boat ship, and, uh I'll just circumnavigate myself out this way, and the head will probably be down there.
made an awful din But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas For American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears - His locker's full of electronic gizmos, transistors.
The last of Barrett's privateers So here I lay in my 23rd year How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now - Stay here.
I'll inform the captain.
It's been six years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday God damn them all I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold we'd fire no guns Shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers - Oh, that's great.
You uh, O.
K.
The gold robbery, the big gold robbery.
- What gold robbery? - You the-the big one.
The big one, you know.
This is from there.
Ray had this - Francesca.
- Take a deep breath.
- O.
K.
- All right, let it out slowly.
[exhaling.]
- And think of the colouryellow.
[inhaling.]
- What is it? - O.
K.
, O.
K.
, Fraser and Ray found this in the stuff of the dead pirate.
- Pirate? - The guy with the hook, the eye patch, Billy Butler.
- ljust called, and they traced it.
This was part of the big shipment that got stolen from the Chicago Federal Reserve Bank last year.
- You're kidding.
- That was huge.
- That was 100 million in gold bullion.
- They were pros.
Killed six guards.
- This is what Fraser and Ray are investigating? - Apparently.
- And-and not to get lost in the shuffle.
We have an excellent lead.
All we need to do is find the robbers, and we'll find constable Fraser.
- Ah, constable Fraser.
- Thought you were undercover.
- Well, I was.
- Oh, sorry about that.
- That's not really important any more.
What is important, is that I have reason to believe that someone has tampered with your radar.
- My radar? Uh, looks all right.
- Nevertheless, I think - Huh? - Can you manipulate this image? - Sure.
- Can you make it seem further out? - Yeah.
- Looks like the head of a dog.
- Yeah, see, you're right.
It looks like a golden retriever.
- Could be a labrador.
- Doberman.
- Yeah - It's also a motive for murder.
- What? - It's also a motive for murder.
- Ship! Ship in the water.
Dead ahead.
- No sign of it on the radar screen.
- She's a ghost.
It's the Mackenzie.
The Robert Mackenzie! - Ah, stop blithering, you idiot.
- Look there.
- Where? - Look at the boat there.
Look, look, look.
- You see what I mean, son? There's something funny about this whole setup.
Those are the worst looking ghosts I've ever seen.
- Don't look too good.
- What's wrong with them? - Well, theoretically, they're dead.
- I'm dead.
Nothing wrong with me.
Look at them.
They're pale.
Look at me, I'm pink.
- They're draped in seaweed.
- Helmsman! - Are you all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- Helms lash down the wheel.
- I'll deal with the crew.
- Lash down the wheel? - Doesn't matter, use a running bowline.
- Which is running bowline.
Running bowline-running bowline.
- You know what this is, Son, you know what.
- What is it? - Rabbit comes out of the hole, runs around the tree, goes back in the hole No, wait wait You know what it is.
- What? - Not a rabbit, a squirrel, because he goes up the tree.
And it's a squirrel because the tail is longer, meaning the end of the rope.
It doesn't go in the hole.
- 'Course it doesn't go in the hole, it's a squirrel.
- Exactly.
- Well, what does the squirrel do? - Off my bridge! - All you got to do is head south.
Stay out of Robert Mackenzie's territory.
- She's my ship, I'll head her anywhere I damn well please, you mutinous, scab-sided, scum sucking son of a poxy sea witch.
- You shut up! You do what he says.
We ain't crossing no ghost ship.
- I'll hang you from the nearest yardarm before I turn this ship.
- You going to let him get us all killed? - It wouldn't hurt to turn the ship.
- Get back to your stations.
Do what I tell you.
I'll gut you like herring.
I'll tearyou apart like I disassembled that moor in the Dardanelles! - Get him! Get him! - It's not a ghost ship.
- Don't listen to him.
- It's the Wailing Yankee disguised to look like the Robert Mackenzie.
- He's lying.
And the crew are not ghosts, they are criminals.
- How come she didn't show up on the radarthen, huh? - Because you tampered with the radar.
He also killed a man in Chicago, a man who was carrying a map that pinpointed a location roughly 30 miles east of here.
- I never killed anybody.
- He killed that man to prevent him from revealing that location A location so secret that they invented a phony ghost ship to scare people off.
- Are you going to side with this cowardly, murdering scum? - Will you side with those who would destroy the reputation of the men who sailed the Robert Mackenzie? - How do we know you're telling the truth? - Look at him.
He's a Mountie.
- Yeah, yeah, he is a Mountie.
It's the hat.
- Yeah, he is a Mountie.
- Has to be.
Now what? - Stay your course.
- All right, you miserable sons of [clamouring.]
- Tell me where my partner is.
- Why should we tell you? - Because it's the right thing to do.
- Now, this is where you need the Yank.
So he can threaten them with force.
Tell them he's going to kick them in the head, or jump Bogart all overthem, or one of those other colourful expressions he's so fond of.
- I could do that.
- Oh, they'd never believe you, Son.
- Well, they might.
- Well, give it a try.
- So I shall.
Tell me where my partner is [sighing.]
or I will kick you in the head.
- Really? - Uh, no, not, not really.
- Ghost ship dead ahead, Benton.
- Stay your course.
There's nothing they can do to you.
- Right.
- Oh, dear.
- Abandon ship! - By rights, I should be last off.
- But I can't leave, sir.
- She's a big ship.
You may not find him.
- He's my partner.
I have to try.
- Well, good luck, Benton.
- Thank you, Sir.
- I'm glad to see the back of him.
You could be in some trouble, Son.
- You may be right.
Ray! Ray! Ray? - Move it, move it! - Ray! Ray! [mumbling.]
You all right? I'm going to have to remove yourtape.
It's probable easier if I do it fast.
You'd preferthat I do it slowly? - Ahh! God! O.
K.
, I'll kill them.
Where are they? - Well, they're in a life boat.
- A life boat? - Uh, yes, the ship is sinking.
- The ship's sinking.
[explosion.]
O.
K.
, the ship's sinking! - Ray! Ray! Ray! Calm down.
We need your keys.
- What keys? - The keys to your handcuffs.
- The keys to my handcuffs.
Left jacket pocket.
- I found them.
- Left jacket pocket.
No! Those keys are for my old car.
Right jacket pocket.
Apartment.
Old apartment.
Locker.
Don't know don't know.
- You really should try to keep yourthings a little more organized.
- Fraser, this is the wrong time for advice on neatness.
Maybe the wrong time for advice.
Neverthe wrong time for neatness.
- Those guys must have taken the key.
- It would seem likely.
- So, you got another plan? - You betcha I do.
I'm going to pick the lock.
- Pick the lock.
That's good, Fraser, that's very good.
Come on - I want you to put your head underthis bucket.
- Thanks, Fraser I guess.
Fraser! - Ray.
- Fraser! - Ray Ray.
- Fraser! Fraser! Fraser! [mumbling.]
- Ray please, you have to stop yelling.
The echo in here, it's just It's really jarring.
Oh, sorry.
- Get my gun.
- You'd like me to shoot off your handcuffs.
- Yes, some time this week would be nice, Fraser.
- Your gun is gone.
- Not that gun, my boot gun, my boot gun.
- Boot gun, right.
Ready? - Ready.
- All right.
- See, this is why we're getting stale, Fraser.
Communication We're not doing it.
- What are you talking about? I thought we communicated remarkably well, considering you had a bucket overyour head.
- Yeah, well, it's got to be more like instinct, like breathing.
Ray, that door, I'm not sure - What? - All right, Mr.
Instinct.
32 down on the Robert Mackenzie 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: CNST, Montreal