Due South

Go.

What is wrong with you?

Why can't you leave this alone?

It's not in my nature.

Okay, get your feet off the bottom.

I don't think you want me to do that.

- Pick your feet up! - As you wish.

- Ready? - What?

No. No, no...

Maybe next time, you'll think twice.

Let me just go over the details

and see if I have them in order here.

You were in pursuit of this individual for over six and a half days,

Over...

roughly, oh, 1,700 kilometres of deep wilderness,

in pursuit of an individual you suspected was guilty of...

Littering, sir.

Ah...

I was hoping I'd read that incorrectly.

Because, you see, in the course of the pursuit of this litter bug,

you effectively destroyed three river boats, two light aircraft,

four ATV, and one punt.

The punt was purely accidental, sir.

As they so often are, aren't they?

Tell me, constable,

was there something in the nature

of this man's litter that would justify

the destruction of over $733,000 worth of private property?

Yes, sir. Volume.

- Volume? - And content.

What kind of volume and content are we talking about?

Well, at first it seemed to be domestic.

A village dumping ground.

But there was a telltale odour, sir,

one that I'm sure you would recognize... like chicken parts.

- Farts? - Parts.

Closer inspection revealed it to be

the banned chemical known as DES, or...

...they were bringing the drums in on cruise ships

through the deep port at Skagway,

then hauling them over the White Pass with the intent...

...local inhabitants, in an expression

of their deep appreciation, have recommended that you, sir,

be bestowed with the title of honorary tribal elder.

Constable Fraser, there's a call for you...

from Chicago.

Hello, Ray?

Hey, Benny, how's the vacation going?

It's everything a Mountie could ask for, Ray, lots of fresh air,

plenty of exercise... How are things in Chicago?

You know, Benny, Chicago's Chicago.

I'm calling to tell you I may not be at the train to pick you up.

That's no hardship, Ray. I have legs. I can walk.

I know you have legs, Benny, that's not the point.

I'm just calling to let you know that you may be on your own for a while.

- Is something wrong? - No. Why would anything be wrong?

I'm just calling to let you know I'd like to be there to pick you up,

but if I can't be there, it's not because I didn't want to be,

it's because something came up.

You're sure everything's all right?

Look, Benny, I don't know if they have a similar thing up there in Canada,

but down here in America, we have this thing called friendship.

This is something that a friend would do.

For example, if one friend calls another friend

and he's supposed to meet him at a certain time and place

and he can't be there, he usually calls him to let him know.

So everything is all right then?

Yeah, Benny.

Everything is all right.

Well, that's good to hear, Ray.

It's good to hear your voice.

Listen, um, I want you to have a safe trip,

and I will be in touch.

All right, Ray.

You understand that, uh...

I will be in touch.

- As a friend? - Yeah, Benny,

as a friend.

Oh, for God's sake.

I think I've provided ample explanation.

Ray was otherwise engaged

and taxi policy precludes the transportation of wolves.

Come on.

Aside from which, we're almost home.

At the end of the alley,

we turn right,

cross the street, climb the stairs,

and we'll be as snug as bugs...

in a fire.

Not an easy thing to lose a home.

No.

Your mother and I had a cabin north of Clyde River,

burned right to the ground.

A kerosene error. My fault.

Your mother and I slept in an igloo for four months while I rebuilt it.

The longest time we spent together.

- I didn't know that. - Well, you weren't born yet, son.

In fact, all that time spent in that igloo

sort of... started the ball rolling,

conceptionally speaking.

But, uh, I wouldn't let this get to you.

Something good might come from it.

It did for me.

You know, Dad...

All the years you were alive, and...

now since you've been dead, you never...

you never talked like this.

You never told me.

I didn't tell you about Dirt McGirk?

Ooh, yeah, I chased that rat for years.

He walked right up to the igloo.

Didn't think there was a Mountie inside.

Easiest arrest I ever made.

Buck up.

Dief, shhh.

We'll surprise him.

Ray!

What's the matter, Pops? Something died in your throat?

Not yet.

Detective Huey, have you seen Detective Vecchio?

- You mean Ray? - Yes, Ray Vecchio. The detective.

Uh, no. Lunchroom maybe.

Ah, thank you kindly.

Oh, before I forget.

I brought you a little something from the Territories.

Genuine beluga whalebone.

Hmm, what is it?

- It's a sextant. - What's a sextant?

It's a very handy little device.

Let's say, for instance, you're tracking a suspect,

you can use this to triangulate your location.

Sure, if you find yourself in a vast, open territory

with no distinguishing landmarks.

Yeah, I can see how this

can come in real handy in Chicago, Fraser.

I'm glad you like it.

Elaine.

- Fraser, how was your vacation? - Oh, very relaxing.

You haven't seen Detective Vecchio, have you?

Uh, Ray Vecchio?

Yes, the detective.

- Uh, no. No, I haven't. - He's probably at his desk.

Ah. Well,

allow me to give you this, uh, small gift

- from the Northwest Territories. - Oh...

Gee, uh... I don't know what to say.

No need to say anything.

Just enjoy it.

- Ah, lieutenant. - Ah, constable, you returned.

Upon reflection, I imagine that pleases me.

Well, I hope so, sir.

You haven't by any chance seen Detective Vecchio, have you?

Um... first, we're gonna talk.

Lieutenant, we got a dust up in Interview Three.

There's a guy from the IRS, says he wants to talk to you.

IRS? All right, listen, Fraser.

Couple things I gotta do, but we have to talk.

Ah.

Ray!

Fraser!

Buddy!

You have a good time up there in the Northwest areas?

- Uh, Territories, you mean? - Wilderness, huh? Exactly.

Me personally, I leave the city, I come down with this skin condition.

Janey, given any thought to Friday night?

Be a great first date.

Crystal ballroom, the band, martinis, me.

My dog has a foot fungus that needs some attention.

Right. Is there a karmic-chi love thing happening, or what?

I'm sorry, there seems to be some sort of misunderstanding.

I'm looking for Ray Vecchio.

- Raymond Vecchio, the detective. - You talked to Welsh, right?

- Uh, yes, I did. - Good, we're on the right track.

Glad you're back. Things have not been the same around here.

- Obviously. - And you want to know why?

As a matter of fact, yes, I do.

Take a look back through history, what do you see?

Any particular period of history?

- Nah, the whole shebang! - Oh, Fraser, you found him. Good.

What do you see? Over and over is this: duets. Okay?

Hey, Ray, what's up?

Jimmy, you owe me a fin from last week.

Think about it: Lennon and McCartney, the Three Stooges.

Strictly speaking, they were a trio, but in my opinion,

they should've dropped Larry right from the start,

'cause you could see, the guy, he just was not committed to it.

Anyway, I think you know what I'm talking about.

No, I'm sorry, I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Partners, Fraser, partners.

Elaine! You got that stuff on the Docklands?

Who are you?

Quit kidding around, Fraser, you know who I am.

I assure you, I am not kidding around.

Here, Ray, files 1 through 7 and the background on the Johnson case.

I'm sorry,

I don't mean to be rude, but I rarely forget a face,

and I'm very confident that you and I have never met.

My name is Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

I first came to Chicago on the trail the killers of my father,

and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture,