Due South (1994–1999): Season 2, Episode 4 - Bird in the Hand - full transcript

You can't smoke in the terminal.

So, arrest me.

Special Agent McFadden, Alcohol,
Tobacco and Firearms and this is ...

Special Agent Borland, FBI.

I'm afraid Inspector
Thatcher is out of town.

I'm Constable Fraser,
Deputy Liaison Officer.

And this is Constable Turnbull, our...

temporary assistant interim... associate...
Deputy Liaison Officer.

Oh, Sorry, I didn't notice you.

Yeah.

And this is Diefenbaker.



Uh, Your office.
Yes, please.

Would you like me to hold your calls?
Yes, I'd appreciate that.

And what reason should I give.
I'm sorry?

The Americans. Should I
say you're in a meeting?

Yes, that would be good.
Ah.

So, it's not a secret meeting?

I'm sorry?

High level. Inner agency. Off the record.

Not that I'm aware of, no.

Ah, good.

Of course, if it was you
shouldn't even tell me.

So perhaps it is secret
and you just can't say.

If that's the case, I understand.

It's not the case.
Ah. I understand.



Canadian Consulate, Liaison office.

I'm sorry but I can't tell you that.

He may have ordered lunch from your
establishment or he may not have.

Who's in there?

Where?

He was my father's best friend on the
force. They went to the academy together.

I've known him all my life.

You have any contact with him
since his incarceration?

No.

I imagine not. I mean the
man killed your father.

You're not just going to pick up the
phone and kick around old times.

How can I be of assistance to you?

You seem very cool about this.

Gerrard is serving a life sentence.

Whatever my feelings they
ended with his imprisonment.

Two months ago, Gerrard reached
out 20 crown attorneys.

Let it be known he'd be willing
to talk about his involvement...

in other criminal activities in
exchange for making his life easier.

Apparently, he had an arrangement with an
American arms dealer named Lloyd Nash.

It's a name that interested us.

Last week Gerrard was in transit to
testify here in front of a Grand Jury.

Two U.S. Marshals picked
him up in Toronto...

and flew him to O'Hare
where he disappeared.

He had help.

We've been looking for him for seven days.
We can't even find his shadow.

And as you said, you've
known him all your life.

We figured you'd be able to help.

Well, I would still have to
clear it through the Consulate.

Grand Jury convenes on Wednesday.

We have one day to find Gerrard,

or Nash will never see the
inside of a prison gate...

that's our problem.

Your problem is the man who killed your
father is out there enjoying life.

Clear it all you want.

Anything you can think of.
Contacts he might have here.

Family members. Friends we don't
know about. We'd appreciate it.

Vecchio. You're going to trial a week from
Wednesday on the Turner brothers? case.

I've turned it over to Assistant
State's Attorney Hilliard.

Stress related vacation Louise?

I've assured Hilliard you
will have a complete...

and thorough recollection
of the case so as not to...

embarrass him on the stand...

because if you embarrass him,

you embarrass me...

and you don't want to embarrass me.

Read it.

Busy?
Nope.

Nash, Lloyd.

How do you get any respect as a
criminal with a name like Lloyd.

Is that a serious question?
Uh, no, Fraser.

Is this the guy Gerrard is
supposed to testify against?

Apparently.

Ah. here it is.

Lloyd P. Nash.

You wanna know what the 'P' stands for?

Is it pertinent?
Not even close.

Well, I can see why the states
attorney wants him so bad.

Indictments seven, convictions zero.

Yeah, it seems all key
witnesses have a funny...

way of disappearing
just before each trial.

Where can we find him?

Come on.

Fraser, if you're gonna
keep doing that, people...

aren't gonna be able to
find anything around here.

I'm sorry.

Alright, so here's the plan.
Good cop, bad cop.

And I play?

Take a guess.
Ah.

So, when we go in you tip
your hat and curtsy,

I threaten to burn down the
warehouse if he doesn't...

turn over Gerrard. None of
which will do any good.

Well, why's that, Ray?
Well, use your head, Fraser.

If Gerrard is supposed
to testify against Nash...

do you think he's gonna
turn him over to us?

Never hurt to ask.

Oh, now that's not true.
Sometimes it hurts very much.

People tend to shoot bullets
at other people.... like this.

Make sure they're all there.

You say this guy Gerrard is suppose
to be giving testimony against me?

Hey, don't play like you
don't know, alright?

The question is 'How much heat do
you want to bring upon yourself;

Cause it just so happens I have a
pack of matches in my breast pocket.'

Yeah, I noticed the bulge.

You wanna play? Alright, let's play.

What's in the crate?
Christmas decorations.

You got a permit for them?
In fact, I do.

Why don't you go pick up
a warrant and I'll ...

show it to you?

Now, I suggest you and your
friend step off my premises.

It's not a safe place to be standing.
A bulb might burst.

Look, let me tell you
what's not safe, alright?

We appreciate your time.

No, he appreciates your time,
I don't appreciate anything.

Ray-Ray I think Mr. Nash
understands our position...

and if it's in his interest
to cooperate he will do so.

Why don't you give him
your business card?

No need.

I have your number.

And we got yours Lloyd.

Why don't you ask him
what the 'P' stands for?

What did I tell you?
When Ray?

Waste of time and that is all it takes.

You recorded that conversation?

Yeah, it's a new policy. Anytime I go
anywhere with you I record everything.

Mainly because if I have to go to court,

no jury will ever believe the damn
things that come out of your mouth.

Why isn't this thing turning?

Did you depress the red button?
Yes, I depressed the red button.

And did you press "play" at the same time?

Of course, I pressed
"play" at the same time.

Here, let me have a look.
I know how to operate a tape recorder.

Well, I wasn't saying that you don't.

Then why did you ask me if I
depressed the red button?

Well, I only meant that sometimes it's
the obvious things we overlook, Ray.

I mean...by way of example. It was
obvious that Nash was operating openly.

In fact, he appeared to be flaunting it.

Look, buying guns isn't illegal.

Smuggling them out of the
country will get you arrested.

Still it's not the way
you'd expect a person to behave...

if they were under
threat of an indictment.

One could almost conclude he was
trying to tell us something.

Look, if he was trying to say something
I would have heard it, okay?

What?

Are you still recording?

You're a very funny man. What do you want?

I made a call for you.

The package you're looking for is
at the Waverly Hotel. Room 311.

Told you I had your number.

He just told us where to find Gerrard.

Something's not right, Ray.

There's nothing right about this, Fraser.
Nothing at all.

If someone was going to testify against
you would you tell the cops where he was?

We've been through this, Ray.
Na, I don't like this, Fraser.

We're gonna knock on that
door and the shotgun blast...

[is going] to remove a portion of
my body I'm not ready to part with.

Benny, ...

take this.
No, I can't, Ray.

Look, two will get you seven
that Gerrard's not even there.

But if we find him and he should
put up a fight and try to escape?

Then we'll pursue him.

Yeah, but maybe I can't keep up.
Maybe my ankles going to give way.

Ray, are you saying you
need to see a doctor?

Look, this man killed your father.

If he should shoot at you or if he should
come toward you in a threatening manner?

Then I'll disarm him.

Okay.

Say you needed to defend yourself.

To discharge a weapon and
accidentally kill Gerrard.

I'm just saying I would let people
know that it was self-defense.

You don't have to worry
that I would let them know...

that it was anything
but self-defense.

I understand, Ray. And I appreciate that.

But I simply want to see Gerrard...

returned to prison. That's all.

Okay.

Let's go say hello.

I knew it was too good to be true.

I'll come in from the street.

I never thought you'd be the
one they'd send to kill me.

A little tighter, I can
still feel my fingers.

This is Constable Fraser for Detective
Vecchio. Please, it's urgent.

Well, when he does come in could you
please tell him that I'm at the Consulate.

Yes. Thank you kindly.

Who was shooting at you today?

You brought them with you, you tell me.

Nash.
Nash?

You really don't know
what's going on, do you?

Who wants you dead?

Who sent you looking for me?

They shot at me. They shot at my friend.

I want to know what it is we walked into.

What's wrong Constable?

People not behaving the way
you want them to anymore?

The good guys don't wear their white
hats and the bad guys don't like black?

You're going back to prison, Gerrard.

I don't think so, Ben.

The moment you turn me over I'm dead.

You already guessed that much, you
just don't know what it means.

I don't give a damn.

See I forgot for a moment
who I was dealing with.

You're Bob Fraser's son.

I can't tell you the number
of times he almost...

died trying to bring some
low life to justice this.

He'd give them his food.

He'd carry them on his back.

Men who had done unspeakable things.

Men he detested, men who
had tried to kill him.

But he never brought one back dead;

because the moment they
were his responsibility...

he'd sacrifice himself
before letting them die.

That's what finally got
him killed you know.

He was trying to bring me in
and he walked into a trap.

You're cut from the same bolt.

I don't have to tell you anything
more than you already know.

And you'll go out there and lay down
your life trying to protect me.

Shoot him son. Shoot him between
his rat-like little eyes.

Don't walk away from me!
This is your father talking!

The bastard is sitting in there
bragging how he had me killed...

and all I ask is that you
do one small thing for me.

Shoot him in the stomach and
let him bleed to death.

Think of it as a son?s gift to his father.

You did forget my birthday.
You were dead!

Still, one can have feelings.
Not even a card!

I am not going to shoot him.

Well, now your being silly. Here, use
mine they won't be able to trace it.

Dad, we've been all through this.

That is an imaginary gun.
It fires imaginary bullets.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to try son.

Go on pump a dozen into his torso.
If it doesn't...

kill him, maybe he'll
have a heart attack.

All right. You want me to try?

Satisfied?
Alright,

point taken.

Grab the lamp and crack his skull. Make
it look like a freak lighting accident.

A freak lighting accident?

Oh, sure, sure. Happens all the time.

Lightning strikes the wire,
send a jolt through the line.

The lamp hops up and strikes
him in the skull, splits it in two,

you never have a chance to prevent it.
Happened so fast.

Dad, I know what he did and believe me,

it takes every bit of restraint...

I have not to walk back in that room and
separate his head from his shoulders.

Oh, you should always
go on an impulse, son.

But I can not do that
and neither could you.

Well, if I could pick up a
lamp I'd sure as hell try.

No, you wouldn't.
I would!

Dad, you're only saying that because
your dead and know you can't.

Exactly which is why I'm
asking you to do it.

If you loved me son, you'd
strangle him for me.

No.

If I really loved you I would've ...

What?

Forget it.

Where is he?
He's in my office.

Is he alive?
Yes, Ray.

He'd shoot him for you if you asked.

You ok?

Well, he would.
I'll be right back.

Diefenbaker.

Hey...
Hey. Yank.

Watch him.
If he tries to escape, tear out his throat.

Anything I can help you with Constable?
As a matter of fact, there is.

There's someone in my office,
I can't tell you who.

Ah. I understand.

Now, don't let anyone go
in or out of that door.

Including myself.
Especially not yourself.

Not in or out.
That is correct.

But, I'm already out, sir.
Yes.

So if I find myself inside,
I should just stay there.

Whoa-whoa-whoa, we're not taking him?
No.

Fraser, you want to explain this to me?

Son, did I ever teach you
how to make a proper noose?

Thanks.

Three years ago, the ATF got a
tip that Nash was taking...

a truck load of automatic
weapons into Canada.

Some small border crossing in Minnesota.

Somehow the FBI got wind of it too
and insisted on being in on the bust.

They staked out the
crossing, Nash shows up,

they arrest him and a couple of
side kicks and seize the truck.

It's suspected that someone had paid
off the Canadian customs officials...

but all the Feds could do was to report
their suspicions to the nearest RCMP.

And they called Gerrard.
It was his jurisdiction.

Nice arrangement and he
bribes the border guards...

and the Feds ask him to
investigate his own crime.

Here's where it gets strange.

Nash and his men were released the next
day and no charges were ever brought.

Hmm, they had him cold with
a truck load of weapons.

That's all she could tell me.

Ah. Agents Borland and McFadden.

Now might be a good time
to tell them you found...

their prisoner but you're not
willing to give him up yet.

I'd rather avoid that.
Good idea.

So, where we going?
Back to see Nash.

Ah, this is crazy.

This Gerrard guy is
spinning you in circles,

you know a con'll tell you
anything to stay out of the joint.

Someone tried to kill him, Ray.
Yeah, Nash.

Well, if Nash wanted him dead,
why would he have sent us there?

Well, maybe he wanted to kill us too.

What possible motive
could he possibly have had?

You know sometimes you are the
most annoying man, I know.

There's plenty of times I want to
kill you and I'm your best friend!

Now Ray, that's just not true.

Look. I don't know what this Gerrard guy...

is up to but he's playing
you like a jukebox...

and he's pushing all
the right buttons.

Vecchio.

Oh God!
Pretend you didn't hear that.

Go, go... go.

Hey Benny,

do me a favor.
Pin this to your chest.

It says "I'm mentally deficient."

Yeah, I just want Nash to know so
he doesn't shoot us both dead.

It's not going to happen Ray. All I'm
gonna ask him to do is tell the truth.

Just pin it to your chest.
No.

Why?

Because I think you know
it's in your best interest.

Let me tell you a story.

I had a friend. A man who
unlike myself dealt in...

the illegal weapons trade.

I wonder who this could be.

My friend had a very sweet
set up with some Canadian...

who had helped him bring
goods across the border.

This went on for a few years.

And all involved took a small
cut and were content with that.

Till one night when things went bad.

Now it wasn't till later when he suspected
his Canadian friend had set him up...

in order to make a larger profit.

All good reasons for your friend
to want to kill said Canuk.

Especially if that Snowback was
going to testify against him.

See it may be true that
my friend would like to see...

this Canadian below
some freshly turned soil,

but not until after he gives
testimony to the grand jury.

Fraser.

Fraser, give him that piece of paper.
I think he should be wearing it.

When my friend took his
truck to the border,

it was loaded with very
expensive automatic weapons.

When the same truck reached
the federal impound,

it carried only a few cheap hand guns.

Now while my friend was pleased to be
released with a slap on the wrist,

he realized someone had stolen from him.

So you're saying that agents from
the ATF and FBI stole your weapons.

My friend only knows that he was
out a quarter million dollars.

This is not an expense this
business can easily absorb.

He would just like someone to pay.
One way or another.

So, you called the States Attorney.

My friend has a deep belief in the
integrity of the criminal justice system.

He'd like to see it work

Nash wasn't the target of the grand jury.

They're out to indite the
agents on the scene.

That's who Gerrard was
suppose to testify against.

Oh great, so now we're going
to help some criminals...

bring down two arms of
the federal government.

You know I am so glad we have this on tape.

I can't wait to get back and
tell it to Oliver Stone.

What is wrong with this thing?!

Did you check the batteries?

Look, if you ask me one more time ...
Sorry.

Great!

What?

Well, hello Madam States Attorney!

Uh huh, which witness would that be?

No, um, I'm sorry I
haven't seen him all day.

Yeah, he's right here, hold on.

Constable Fraser.

Mm hum, mm hum.
Understood.

Well, I'm under arrest.

Under arrest for what?!

Obstruction of justice.

Obstruction of justice?!

Cuffs, Ray.
Oh, this is ridiculous.

Obstruction of justice.
She's gotta be...

Out of her...

Here, let me give you a hand.

Nah, forget it.

I'm sorry but I'm not at liberty
to divulge that information.

How can you be so stupid?

All I want to know is if Gerrard
is in Fraser's office and ...

We asked for his help, we didn't
ask him to kidnap the guy.

Huh, is that how the FBI finds all their
criminals? By relying on helpful Canadians?

Well, it seems to have worked so far.

You know I've heard about you.

He won't tell us if he's there.

For all we know he might be dead.
I mean he certainly has motive.

If he's there, tell him
to put him on the phone.

Well, I'm afraid he won't do that.

Fraser says put him on the phone.

In order to do that, sir, I would have...

to confirm that there was someone here.

I have to use the bathroom you moron!

He's not there. Who?s that
yelling to use the bathroom?

That's it! I want Vecchio
arrested for aiding and abetting.

He said he never even seen the prisoner.
Which is true!

It's complacentness. He knows where he is.

Well, so do you. I want him arrested.

Just go with him and get
Gerrard and bring him back!

Well, you can't do that
actually, he's on...

Canadian soil. He's under my protection.

That's it. Lock him up.

You can't do that he has
diplomatic immunity.

No, strictly speaking I ...
Shut up, Fraser!

Will do.

If it's of any help, sir, I can
confirm that we do have a bathroom.

Thank you, Ray.
Don't talk to me I'm in a bad mood.

I'm sorry, Ray.
Want to know why I'm in a bad mood?

Well, that would require that I ...
why Ray?

I'm in a really bad mood because I'm
not used to arresting people...

and then immediately bailing them
out, okay? It's embarrassing.

Did you see those guys in lock up?
How they were laughing at me.

This is not a good thing, Fraser.

Come to think of it, I'm not even
sure if it's entirely legal.

Want to know what I found out or not?
Oh, I'm sorry, please, go ahead.

I have a friend down at the bureau.
Really?

Don't be so smug, okay?

He told me ever since Waco the FBI...

has been making a lot of
noise about absorbing the ATF.

They want to embarrass as many as they can.

And when they heard about this case,

the FBI have been walking around
with big grins on their faces.

All this leads me to the
conclusions that...

the more I know about this case,
the less sense it makes...

and I don't want to know anything else.
Do you understand?

I need to have a word in private.
Why?

There's something you should know.
Well, I don't wanna hear it!
Ray!

Alright, fine. Follow me.

The truck was seized and
impounded and when...

they went to log the
evidence it wasn't there.

Cruller?
Go ahead.

Who had control of the truck?

Two men from my district office.

Both ATF agents?
Yeah.

So, what's all this about Gerrard
testifying against Nash.

You think I want to advertise
to the grand jury about...

the indictment of my own men?

I don't even know what
Gerrard wants to say.

Refuse to name, names of those
in front of the grand jury.

I wasn't there. I wouldn't
even know there were...

guns there in the first place.
Maybe the Feds took ?em.

I just know this happened on my watch...

and if my men are involved
I have to bring ?em down.

If I don't clean my own house then
the Feds are going to do it for me.

I can't afford that.

That's why you're talking
to us about who to love.

Let's just say Special Agent
Borland has his own agenda.

I need Gerrard to testify.

I'm asking you to turn him over
to me so I can take him in.

I'm sorry I can't do that.

The grand jury convenes tomorrow morning.

Can I trust you to get him there?

Yes, you can.

Understand my concern.

This guy is doing time for
murdering your father.

If he disappears again, or steps in...

front of a truck or comes to harm
in any way while he's in your care,

I can guarantee that I'll have
you indicted for murder...

and use the full weight of my
agency to insure a conviction.

Here, try the one with sprinkles.
You take your job way to seriously.

We'll meet on the steps of
the court house and we'll...

walk him in together.

Alright.

I guess that's the best I can do.

I don't know who's stupider.
That Mountie or your dog.

Sorry I'm late. I had to
help somebody with a tire.

You helped somebody with a tire?

Hey look, you're not the only one
around here who can turn a good deed.

Well, I'm sorry, Ray.

Let's go.

You can open your eyes now.
Oh, thank you.

We stand on guard for...

Where'd he go?

Who?

Uh... never mind.

God keep our flag

The FBI's van? That's... that's
really quite commendable, Ray.

Thank you, Fraser!

You got everything you
need out of the car?

Yes, Ray.

Oh yeah, it's gonna be
great for my allergies.

You couldn't go to a hotel, huh?

Since we don't know who it
is that's looking for him,

we don't know what their
search capabilities are.

Raise your hands.

Oh yeah, just take those off. You'll
go on the honor system here.

Fraser what are you thinking?
He's not gonna run.

Oh, did he give you
his word as a Mountie?

No.

No, he just knows if he tries...
I'll kill him.

You got me so terrified I
won't be able to sleep.

Oh, Benny, can I have those back please.
Sorry.

Sleep tight.
Ray.

One more peep out of you
and I'm going home.

Need a pillow?
No, thanks Ray.

I'd like one.
Did I ask you?

That's it. I can't sleep here.

I'll take first watch.

Alright. Thanks Ray.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You are just like your father.

You put duty before everything else.

Duty to the force, duty to your friends.
Even duty to your enemies.

I can't say I understand
it but I admire it.

You know I'm not really
interested in talking...

to you so I suggest
you go to sleep.

His greatest strength was
his greatest weakness.

You could always predict exactly
what he was going to do.

I knew I could count on him.

And I knew I could count on you.

I'm really not in the mood to talk.

Have a good sleep.

Psst...

Look what I made for you son.

Oh, Dad.

All right, all right. Deep down
I knew you couldn't do it.

If you could just go over there
and then kick him a few times.

I knew you were in trouble, you know?

What do you mean?

When we talked that last
time before you died.

I knew something was bothering you.

Nah, you couldn't. I didn't say a thing.

No, I heard it in your voice.

I didn't ask.

Do you know how many times
I wondered why I didn't?

Do you know how many times I thought if
I'd just done that -- that one thing,

maybe you'd still be here.
I am here!

No, I mean alive.

Dead or alive, you still
never listen to me.

Just one good kidney punch.

If I could just see him writhing
in pain I could rest easy.

It was always the same with us, wasn't it?

I mean if I knew something
was bothering you,

something personal, I wouldn't
ask, I wouldn't push it.

I used to tell myself it was
out of respect for you,

but the truth is,... I was afraid.

It was that fear that got you killed.

If you'd asked, I still
wouldn't have told you.

Why?!?

I could have helped. I
coulda done something.

Father asking his son? for help?
Not an easy thing to do you know.

That would be admitting I was old.

Or human.

Ah, you wait until your my age...

and some young Turk comes up...

and says 'Can I give you
a hand with that Pops.'

See if you say yes.

He was my friend, I had
to bring him in myself.

I owed it to him.

Well, what did you owe me?

Oh, God. If it's going to be
this kind of conversation ...

You know you were so afraid to open up.

It's as though you chose to be killed
rather than expose your feelings.

That's ridiculous.

It's more or less what happened, isn't it?

The thing is, I'm no better, I mean...

I never loved anyone as much as I love you.

Not that, Stop that
kind of talk right now.

And I could never, ever say it.

Well, if you did I woulda hit you.

That's my fault.

Shouldn't of left you with your
grandmother all that time.

You don't know until it's to late...

the effect women'll have on you.

For years your living a
perfectly normal life...

and then right out of the blue you start
thinking about feelings and emotions.

That was my mistake, not yours, son.

You go ahead, you blubber on.

No. I'm fine, thank you.

Well, you're not gonna sulk now, are you?

I'm not sulking. I don't sulk.

He said I was just like you.

Shows you how much he knows.

He knew what I was gonna do.

Look out, son.
Ahh...

Call him off.
Diefenbaker!

Good dog. Bite him again.

We've come for your prisoner.

You took your sweet time about it.

Sorry, Fraser.
No, no that's okay, Ray.

I didn't see it myself.
See what son, I'm somewhat confused.

McFadden and Gerrard were working together.

McFadden's men stole the
weapons, they split the profits.

Bring the car around to the front.

Of course, Agent McFadden wasn't on
the scene so he was in the clear...

but he knew if Gerrard named
names in front of the...

grand jury his would be
at the top of the list...

so they cut another deal.

I'll take the keys!
Yeah, bite me!

They had to get Gerrard
away from the marshals,

but McFadden had to make it
look at though he was doing...

everything in his power to bring him back.

Course you knew that you could
count on me to not turn you in.

Stab him with your knife son.

Too late.

A simple quid pro quo.

They get my silence. I get my freedom.

Unfortunately, I was forced to kill you...

and your friend in making my escape.

The irony is you're the one to be blamed.

Well No, actually Gerrard...

the irony is you just
helped plan your murder.

McFadden can't let you disappear because...

he knows if you ever resurfaced, he'd be...

right back in the same box he's in now.

Give me the cops gun.

I held up my end of the bargain.

Yeah, you're an honorable man.

I appreciate that.

You get over with your friend.

Yeah, carry me.

You kill all three of us you can't cover
it up. They're gonna know it's you.

Well, no actually. I
think he did quite a...

good job of reminding everybody
that I had good motive...

to murder you. And you me.

Well, I don't think you should
be arguing their favor son.

Step away from the door.
Go to hell.

Alright.

Finally, somebody shoots him.

Before you kill him there's something
you should know about this man.

What?

I don't understand it now but...

when I was a boy, I admired him.

For God's sake son, what are you saying?

And I can still remember the
first time he came to visit us.

Oh God, do I have to listen to this?

Oh, stop it son, you're
embarrassing yourself.

He stood so tall in his uniform.

You know I never told him this but...

secretly... secretly I
wished he were my father.

If you're gonna shoot me, shoot me.

I don't know. Maybe it was
because he was so much taller.

He's not taller than me!

People shrink when they die, everyone
knows that. In life I was six-two!

The think I wanted to say is ...

Get away from me.

...you broke my heart.

Oh, this is just too sick

What the hell was that all about.

Well, we needed an advantage, Ray...

so I had to unnerve them.

And there's nothing more
unnerving to men than...

talking about feelings.

Measure him. He's not a hair above six-one.

Ask him for a tape.

I will not ask him for a tape.

I've already got one.
What? This works?

Of course, it does.

- They get my silence, I get my freedom.
Alright.

You head for the
door and I'll cover you.

I can't leave him, Ray.

Look, we don't need him alive.

We got everything we need on tape.

Besides, he's not going anywhere.

I gave him my word that
I would protect him.

I owe it to him whether
he deserves it or not.

That's where I made my mistake, son.

I'm going for him.

Feel better?

Well, no Ray. I have a bullet in my leg.

Your mother was nearly six feet
and I was taller than she was.

I'm out of bullets.

What's this?
What?

I'm out of bullets!

Let's get out of here!

Let's get out of here!
I'll get the car!

How did you do that?
I don't know.

Are you alright?
Yeah.

Stay here.

Stay calm.

Take my hand.

You're dead!
No time to be choosy!

Oh... My mistake.

What did you do?
Nothing. Just tried to give him a hand.

You don't have a hand.

Well still, I had to offer it, son.

Whether he deserved it or not.

Alright, put down your guns and keep
your hands where I can see 'em.

Just more one question, please...
just one.

So how's your leg?

Fine.

Is that the same leg they
shot you in the last time?

Yes.

Same leg they stabbed you in.
Yes, Ray.

Your country give you a medal
for getting wounded like that?

No, not that I'm aware of.

Then I think you should have this.

Please shoot other leg.

Well, that's just not amusing, Ray.