Due South

- You're going to shoot a Mountie?

They'll hunt you to the ends of the earth.

- You tell him the snowmobiles are frozen dead?

- Uh-huh. - He says, "I'll take a dogsled."

- A dogsled! This guy living in this century?

- I heard he was going overthe pass.

- Don't be ridiculous. Nobody makes it overthe pass.

- Fraser went overthe pass. - Oh, you gotta be kidding.

- It's 50 below out there. I froze coming in from my car.

The guy is certifiable.

Who'd he go after, anyway?

- You wouldn't believe it. - Who?

Somebody's gotta tell the chief. - That's the sergeant's job.

Then tell the sergeant.

- When I lift this, you jam your hand down there fast.

Ready?

- Sergeant? - Yeah.

- It's the last time he'll fish overthe limit.

- And you felt it necessary to go out there and get him now,

in the middle of one of the worst storms we've had this year?

- Yes, Sir. - Fraser,

you just tracked a man 300 kilometres because he caught too many fish?

- He exceeded the limit by quite a bit, Sir.

- How much could a man fish overthe limit

that would justify you recklessly endangering your life

and the reputation of this police force?

Four-and-a-half tonnes, sir.

Of fish?

Yes, sir.

He was dynamiting the rivers,

scooping the salmon off the surface with a backhoe.

So I destroyed the plastic explosives,

the nitroglycerine, fragmentary mines,

and I then donated the three-and-a-half truckloads

of fish to a local Inuit village.

The tribal elder said he would call you with his thanks

as soon as their local phone lines were restored.

- Sir, there's a tribal elder on the phone foryou,

and this just came in overthe wire.

It's yourfather.

- Time was you could look out that window and see nothing but geese.

Thousands of 'em.

That river down there?

Beavers used to cover it like a bunch of hairy little ants.

Government kind of put 'em out of business.

Yeah.

Everything's changing.

- Still don't know what the hell he was doing there.

Ten below zero, middle of nowhere.

His logbook?

- Closed his last case over a week ago.

So he'd been catching up on paperwork.

But you know your dad.

He'd ratherfreeze his rump off than hug a desk.

Thirty-odd-six standard hunting ammo.

It's the first week of the season.

Suddenly every damn idiot wants to kill something.

Near as we can tell, he must've caught a stray bullet.

Useless damn way to die.

Son, every officer in this post

spent the last three days combing that gulch.

If there was evidence of foul play, we would've found it.

When was the last time you talked?

Christmas.

- Well, I guess the more you know someone,

the less needs to be said.

This is mine.

You want meat, Mountie? Go to a supermarket.

You killed him?

Nope.

Seen any hunters

come through here?

Yeah.

- They killed him? - Nah.

Then who?

Nobody.

He just drank too much.

Betty, honey,

you got milk. Guy brought home a gallon yesterday.

Yeah, look in the fridge.

I never should've bought the damn thing.

Now it's "Bring milk, bring butter."

I'm up at 10,000 feet and she wants me

to stop at a 7-Eleven.

Uh, a week ago, you say.

- It would've been a party of six.

- Uh, brought some nuns up on a retreat. Does that help?

- Not unless they were carrying firearms.

- You're sure they were Americans, eh?

- They were all wearing new boots, driving a Jeep Wrangler,

and they carried big guns.

Americans it is.

Now here you go. Uh, a bunch of dentists from Chicago.

Came up forthe weekend,

killed their limit and went home early.

Do you have a passenger list?

Uh, yeah.

I'll need it back.

Thank you.

- Hey, no problem. - Are you listening to me, honey?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Uh, foot powder, I'll need some foot powder.

- Foot powder? - Yeah.

Pet, was it?

- You think you can tell me what killed it?

- Toss it in the freezer. It'll be a few days.

Twenty-two years ago,

I came to the Northwest Territories as a corporal.

Even then, the name Bob Fraser was spoken with awe

among the ranks of the new recruits.

It was said that he could track a ghost

across sheer ice, and that a young officer

would have to move fast and drive hard

just to catch his shadow.

Many have followed the spirit and traditions

of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

Afew have embodied it.

The name of Sergeant Robert Fraser will always be among them.

To yourfather.

May he not give the angels a moment's peace.

- Your dad and I spent too many nights in places like this.

What did they say?

- I gave 'em your list of names. They'll assign an officer

to check them out.

- With respect, Sir, the Chicago PD

is not gonna make this a high-priority case.

No, thank you.

- Didn't fall too far from the tree, eh?

- I understand that there's an opening

at the Chicago Consulate.

And you're gonna what?

Go charging across the border, frisking sportsmen

at random?

Ben, man to man, if this really was a murder,

I'd like to find whoever did it and show him the view

from the end of a rope. But I can't do that

and neither can you.

There were 100 hunters out in the woods that day.

Most of them from God-knows-where.

You found six. They will check them out.

Let them do their job. - I realize I wouldn't be allowed

to work the case, Sir, but if I'm in the same city,

I can at least check on their progress.

- Tell me, Constable, how many years you been on the force now?

Thirteen.

- And what was the biggest city you ever worked in?

- Moosejaw. - Yeah.

And you were transferred out afterfive weeks

because you couldn't adapt

to such an urban lifestyle.

You're like yourfather.

Up there in No-man's-land, there isn't a better cop in the world.

But in Chicago, they'd eat you alive within minutes.

Sorry.

I understand.

But you also understand that nothing is gonna stop me

from finding my father's killer and bringing him to justice.

- Give him the transfer. - Huh!

Come on, Charlie. You think they're gonna let him do anything?

He'll have no jurisdiction.

- Chicago PD is gonna treat this like any other request.

The only way they're gonna catch this guy

is if he's picked up for a broken taillight

and blurts out a spontaneous confession.

This was Bob Fraser.

Give him the transfer.

Help feed the hungry.

Food forthe hungry.

What is it?

Pemmican.

Now, if you're still hungry when you finish it, drink water.

It expands in your stomach.

So they won't operate on your little girl

unless you pay them in advance?

- Hey, man, without seeing the cash, they won't give you an aspirin.

- You promise to pay me back within the week?

As God is my witness.

- Well, I'm afraid all I can give you is 100.

- You're gonna give a perfect stranger a $100? You're kidding.

- Son, I never kid about a child's life.

Oh. You take it, ma'am.

Hi.

Oh. Please.

Nanuk of the North.

- Constable Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

- No kiddin'. You got a dog?

- He's in quarantine. - Shame. You like pigeons?

- I don't have much experience with them.

- Sarge, you wanna move it along? - Shut up, Deets.

It's not that they're dirty,

it's just that I'm starting to question their loyalty.

I'm looking for an officer

assigned to this case number.

- Oh, yeah. You're gonna like this fellow.

Drop your stuff overthere.

Through those doors, down the hall,

third holding cell

on your right.

- His name? - You can't miss him.

Just look for Armani.