- Previously on Due South.
- Gas.
[both]: Muldoon.
- He died 30 years ago.
Ray.
- Ray?
- Ray Vecchio. - Ray Vecchio?
- Oh, dear. - Muldoon has weaponry for sale,
and a buyer; he needs somebody to broker the deal.
- I thought I was going to meet someone
called Armando Langoustini. - You are.
- Who the hell is Ray Vecchio? - How the hell should I know?
- You be Ray Vecchio. You were Ray Vecchio first.
- And, uh, who am I?
- You can be Stanley Kowalski. - O.K.
- Later, Stanley... Sir.
- Your mother was a pretty woman, Benton.
But when I shot her, she dropped like a big old sack of potatoes.
- Where are you going now?
- To tend to something I should have tended long ago.
- I'll come back.
Until I do, stay alert...
And get Muldoon... for me.
And for your mother.
- Do you Mounties still always get your man?
- We try to.
- Go get him, Benny.
[banging] - What the hell was that?
- You know, Fraser, being your partner has certain drawbacks.
Not bad, Fraser, not...
[guns cocking]
...good. Not good at all.
- Benton Fraser,
you're getting to be damn near as irritating as your father was.
Throw them out when we're over the ice field.
They'll be lost forever. - Ice field?
What the hell is an ice field? - A field of ice.
- The Yank misses the obvious. - Sometimes.
- Sometimes? What is it the rest of the time?
- Well, it would still be a field of ice.
- Both of you, just shut up.
- He's rude.
Why do villains have such hard heads?
- We got a major smuggler dealing in dangerous weapons.
We have an unknown buyer and an unknown objective.
Keep your ears to the ground and work your snitches.
Let's remember, we got two missing officers out there.
There'll be no vacations, there'll be no leaves...
- And no sleep for anybody, which means we work 24 hours a day,
eight days a week, which comes out to exactly...
11,520 minutes every week.
I want to break out
the plastic hoses on this one, guys.
We want these suspects sweating between the ears.
We...
The floor is yours, Harding.
- All right, let's get to work.
Huey, Dewey, you talk to the guy we picked up at Alcott Trucking.
Any word on your brother?
- They moved him onto another ward, but he's still got a bullet in him.
- Lucky guy.
- He's still got a bullet in him.
- It didn't kill him, did it? That was a golden bullet.
The world's his oyster now.
He can retire at full pay, do anything he wants to do.
- Any word from him?
- Ray! - Vecchio!
- We're in trouble, aren't we? - Well...
- Throw him a bone, Son, something encouraging.
- Yes, we are in big trouble. - That's encouraging?
- What are you doing?
- Do mine, do mine. Do mine. - All in good time.
First we need to determine what this aircraft's destination is.
- We already know that, Fraser. Death.
The destination is death. Now do mine, come on.
- May I borrow your chewing gum? - Why?
- I'm sticking it in my ear.
- I don't get you... we're about to get tossed out of a plane
And you're making some arts and craft wire sculpture thing.
- No, no, what I'm attempting to do
is plug into the satellite uplink,
hopefully intercept some of the binary information
from the airplane's communication system.
- Wire and gum?
[radio static and beeping]
- We're in luck.
Muldoon was in the process of organizing a rendez-vous.
My guess is it's connected to the second stage of his plans.
- How'd you get that from a piece of wire and gum?
- That's not important; what is important
is we now have the coordinates for the rendez-vous.
70 degrees north by 125 degrees west.
If memory serves, that's Franklin Bay.
- It's not important; what is important
is we're going to get tossed out of the plane onto an ice field.
- Well, that, too, yeah, but rest easy,
I have no doubt that inspector Thatcher
is organizing a rescue party e'en as we speak.
- The car's ready and the flight leaves in exactly 72 minutes.
- Uh, Sir, I'm nervous.
You see, I've never flown before and quite frankly,
I've never been more than 10 storeys off the ground.
And this airline you've chosen, is it reputable?
- Rest easy, Constable, it's the only airline that matters.
[flight attendant]: Chicken, fish, full body massage?
[Turnbull]: You're absolutely right, Sir. No other way to go.
- Hey, Jerry, you ever hear of the Iguana family?
- Yeah.
- How 'bout a guy named Armando Langoustini?
- The bookman? Of course.
In my line of work, that's somebody you look up to.
I mean, he'd kill you for a parking spot.
- What would you think about somebody who got on his wrong side?
- Ha, ha, I'd say the guy's pretty stupid.
- You're...
The bookman?
- Mm-hmm.
- You mean I'm...? - Yep.
- O.K.
Muldoon met this guy a couple of times... the buyer.
- Give me a name.
- I'm bad with names.
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
He had like a code... code name.
One, seven... F-O-C, seven, six.
- I think I can take them.
- Ray, patience. - This is no time for patience.
All I got to do is draw them closer. - Ray.
- O.K., don't sweat it, I'm going to do it your way, O.K.?
- All right.
- Excuse me... ah...
Henchmen, uh, it would be very much
appreciated if you were to throw down your weapons of mass destruction
and surrender yourself to my partner and myself.
O. K... dolphin boy.
- He always like this?
- Well, I'm sorry, he's somewhat impulsive.
And, uh, I think that actually what he wanted to say... Ray...
Dolphin boy?
- Look, this isn't going to hold them for long.
Remind me, Fraser,
is there some sort of thing about shooting a gun off in a plane?
- Well, it depends on the altitude. If you're up high enough,
any puncture in the airplane's skin could cause a massive depressurization.
And, well, just imagine that you were, say, a bowling ball
being sucked through 40 yards of garden hose.
- One, seven, F-O-C, seven, six.
- Fo... foc.
- Hey, watch how you pronounce that. It may not fly on television.
[imitating rimshot] - We're getting nowhere fast here.
- We've got to be on the wrong track. - Track...?
Track... train...
- What train? - Train track... Train, train.
Look, I got it. One, seven, seven, six.
1776... the War of Independence.
F-O-C... Fathers of Confederation.
We've met these clowns before.
[Welsh]: Yeah, but the Bolt brothers are both doing life in the federal pen.
[old Ray]: Well, then, let's run down all their visitors.
Who came, when they came and where they went.
- An extended family is a good thing, isn't it, Cyrus?
- Yes, it is, Cousin Randall. It is indeed.
- One visitor in the last month.
Cyrus Bolt, cousin on his father's side, right out of Idaho.
- We got his whereabouts?
- E.T.F. crime data has Cyrus Bolt
checked into the Meridian two weeks ago, hasn't checked out.
- Pick him up.
- You got a plan? - You bet I do.
We're going to jump.
- You're not cutting and running, Son. - You mean out of the airplane?
- Either that or they shoot us. - It happened to me. It's not so bad.
- This stuff should keep us warm.
- All right, toss me a parachute.
- Well, you know, that's the really exciting part of this plan, Ray.
There are no parachutes.
- Open that damn door!
- The snow is bottomless, so it should be...
well, it should be like falling into a duvet.
- Yeah, I'm going to take my chances here.
- Blow it off its goddamn hinges!
- Ray, look, turtles. - Turtles?
- See you at the rendez-vous, gentlemen.
- See you in hell, Benton!
- Aaah!
- Ray?
You all right?
- I'm under 30 feet of snow. How could that be all right?
- Well, you're alive.
Start digging.
- You break something in your face?
- Not that I'm aware of.
- Look, we're a hundred miles from nowhere on a frozen wasteland
and you're grinning like an idiot.
- I'm home.
- You ever hear of the United States Constitution, Second Amendment?
- "A well-regulated militia,
being necessary for the security of the free state,
the rights of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed."
- Now, you drag me in here to answer to your Nancy-boy laws
just because I happen to have a couple of guns.
- Couple of guns, huh?
How about 600 grenade launchers,
1,100 assault rifles, 450 flame-throwers
and an unknown number of small arms.
- So, I'm a sportsman.
- And a licensed arms dealer with a well-regulated militia.
All perfectly legal. - A well-regulated militia?
Try losers in the woods with enough fire power to level the Sears Tower.
- You ever see a maggot crushed? - I'll crush you, you mushmouth.
Book him! Book him!
- I'll talk to a judge. You'll be out in no time.
- Take your hands off me!
Nobody calls me mushmouth, not even my mother!
- You know, Ray, when sometimes somebody gets lost in the system?
Even their lawyers can't find them for a few days.
- A human tragedy, Sir.
- I'm going to kick your butt to Cincinnati!
- Fraser, I'm not up to this.
My idea of health is a cup of coffee... without sugar.
I'm not fit, I mean, I'm fit... I'm city fit...
I'm just not snowshoe fit.
- Got to keep going, Son. - Got to keep going, Ray.
- Track the weasel to his lair.
- Muldoon's rendez-vous is two days from now.
We take a direct route, we should be able to intercept him.
- Hang on a minute. Hang on a minute. Two days from here?
- That's right. So, weight forward, heels up,
place it on your toes and away we go.
- Where we going to sleep?
- Sleep! When I went after Muldoon,
I went full out eight days and eight nights.
I slept on my feet.
[barking]
- Was that not exciting or what, Sir?
- Worst four hours of my life.
- Here we go.
- Wah! Ohh... - Sorry, sir.
- Meg Thatcher! Perfect timing.
Just firing up a moose hock here,
wrapped in wild boar tongue,
smothered with gorgonzola cheese.
- Ah, ha... delightful.
Buck Frobisher, this is Constable Turnbull.
Turnbull, Buck Frobisher. - Turnbull, good to see you.
- Ahh, ooo.
- So, Buck, you only have dogsleds here. No snowmobiles?
- Ah, snowmobiles take gas, Inspector. - I thought you had gas, Sir.
- Oh, we have plenty of gas, Son. Just, why waste it?
Just throw down some tallow for the dogs and they run forever.
Dief? Throw some tallow down for the dog, will you?
- Speaking of tallow, Sir.
I've got half a mind to strap on the old feedbag myself.
- Yes, Turnbull, you do have half a mind.
What I need is a good hot bath.
- Well, nothing in the way of a bath here.
Never felt the need for it myself.
So the people who do just go outside and roll around in the snow.
Ha, ha, ha... burnt or well done?
- Fraser, you ever get the feeling that, uh, you know, you're lost?
- No.
A quick look to the stars, the sun, you can always find your location.
- No, I don't mean where you are. I mean who you are.
- Oh.
When I first came to Chicago, I felt as though I was from another planet.
- Which you are. - Which I've come to accept.
Everything was unknown.
And, at times, it was frightening.
I felt as though I was an explorer,
an urban explorer.
- Urban explorer.
I remember one time we were on a stakeout and I was trying to explain
the sense of otherworldliness to the detectives,
and I was telling them the story of Sir John Franklin,
who set out to discover the Northwest Passage.
But I realized, as I was telling the story,
that they'd all fallen a...
- The Yank won't survive this, Son.
You might have to, you know...
Leave him in the snow.
- Do you ever listen to yourself?
To what you're actually saying? - I know. I can't help it.
Muldoon is tearing at me. I can't sleep, can't eat.
- You can't sleep or eat because you're dead.
You're also very pale. I can practically see through you.
- Ah, trick of the northern lights.
Find him.
After we sleep... We need sleep... I know.
Except me, of course.
- Nobody locks up Cyrus Bolt and lives to see their grandchildren.
- Yeah, well, it's a big building, with a big system, mistakes happen.
[knocking]
- This is Mr. Bolt's release order. - Ahh!
- Mr. Bolt.
- Step aside, you ineffectual pissant.
- Just what is this big deal you got cooking?
- Bigger than you have the capacity to imagine.
- Oh, I want somebody on this guy day and night.
- I got the days. - I got the nights.
[imitating rimshot]
- I'm sorry, I don't think I've had the pleasure.
- Stella... Stella Kowalski.
- Ray Vecchio... The real Ray Vecchio.
[straining]
- Fraser, could we take a nap? - Soon, Ray.
- Soon when?
- Soon as we get over that.
Just relax, Ray. - I can't.
- Just look above you. - I can't.
- One hand after another. - I can't.
Aaahhh!!!
- I got you. I got you.
- Jeez, you know, these aren't my underwear.
[crashing]
- Ah...
Ow.
[phone ringing]
- Hello. [Welsh]: Inspector Thatcher?
- Uh... she's up to her beautiful neck in hot water.
[Welsh]: We've been tracking Cyrus Bolt.
He just took off at Tuktoyaktuk.
We think he's en route for a meeting with Muldoon, destination unknown.
Pass that on to her. - Will do.
- Turnbull, I need a towel.
- Inspec... - Ahh!!
- Whoo-hoo! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
[laughing]
I like this. Reminds me of a swing set I had as a kid.
- Ray... - Whee.
- Ray. Ray? Ray!
- Hypothermia, Son?
- Possibly... Put your legs in the hammock. It's time to go to sleep.
Here. Wrap up.
- Anything you say, Fraser, buddy-buddy, calamari.
- Is the Yank going to make it? - Chicky-chicky...
- I don't know.
- My ass is numb. - I don't know.
- Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy... shall be done, on earth
as it is in heaven.
- Ray.
Ray!
Oh, dear.
[phone ringing]
- Frobisher here.
- Inspector Thatcher?
- She's up to her pretty neck in Mounties.
Hold the line.
- Thatcher.
- Bolt's plane never made it to Tuktoyaktuk.
He dropped out of sight south of there, around Franklin Bay.
- Franklin Bay.
Hardly a precise location.
- Your mother and I were once trapped
in a terrible blizzard on our way to Resolute to pick up supplies.
Thought I was done for... Your mother, too.
We still looked a lot better than the Yank does now.
- What did you do?
- Pushed on through the cold and the pain... we kept each other going.
- Because that's what partnership is all about.
- Fraser, you got this hypothermia thing?
You seem to be talking to yourself.
- Oh, possibly. - Well, Fraser, just listen to me.
You got to push through the cold and the pain and keep moving,
'cause that's what partnership's all about.
There's red ships and green ships, but there's no ships like partnerships.
- All right, Ray, you're starting to blither... Ready?
- I'm cold and my back is hurting from the weight of the pack.
[farting]
- Move out!
- Top of the world, Ma, top of the world.
- That's a wonderful movie.
Jimmy Cagney, Virginia Mayo.
White heat, 1949.
- Look, Fraser, I just climbed my first mountain.
I need a moment to triumph.
- Oh, right, of course.
Well, please, go ahead, Ray.
Oh, there, that was good.
Now, let's see what we're going to do about getting down.
- Down?
I love down. Down is a piece of cake.
Down is fun. Down is great. Down is...
- Stop. Down is dangerous.
This is the ice field they were going to drop us on.
Fissures abound, move slowly. - Fishers?
- Yeah, deep cracks in the ice, frequently snow-covered.
- The ice is full of deep cracks? Is that what you're telling me?
- Yes. Franklin Bay is that way.
You know, Ray, you have to think of an ice field
like a mine field, now, if you...
- Mine field? - Whoa, whoa, Ray, whoa!
Ray, Ray, hold on, Ray.
- Aaahhh!
- You all right? - Oh, yeah.
Uh, s-stuck. - Yeah.
- Where are we?
- We're trapped.
- You're going to get us out, right?
You're going to use some of that northern folklore type stuff
and get us out, right? - Not this time.
We are well and truly trapped.
Give me your gun.
- Oww.
- All right, and now we just have to wait and hope that...
that in this vast, unpopulated, untravelled wilderness
that somebody sees it.
- If nobody notices it?
- Then we die. - Ah.
- Well, for all we know, they could be...
They could be stuck in a block of ice somewhere or something.
I mean, it's not like I care. It's just...
- You care. - Do you think so?
- Mm-hmm. You have a generous heart.
- Well, thank you, Stella.
(both): Oh, please. [coughing]
- You know, when I add it all up, I only got one regret.
That I never went on any kind of real adventure.
- You don't consider being trapped
200 feet down an ice crevasse an adventure?
- Nah. More like, uh,
you know, finding the top of the Nile or the tomb, King Tut's tomb,
Uh, dating a super model... - Oh.
- Franklin.
What the hell is Franklin?
Why am I thinking of Franklin?
- In 1845, Sir John Franklin set off in search
of the Northwest Passage with two boats,
the Erebus and the Terror.
And he was last seen navigating Peel Sound July 26th.
- Nobody found him?
- No, no, no.
Many went in search of his hand reaching for the Beaufort Sea,
but none found him.
- I get out of this, I live through this,
I find that hand.
I'm going to find that reaching-out hand.
- It might be the hand of death.
- Yeah, well, I faced death.
- And what did you do?
- I sang.
Of course it was Abba,
so it sort of spoiled the romantic effect,
but, yeah, I sang.
- Then we should sing.
- What? S.O.S.? - No.
Ah for just one time
I would take
The Northwest Passage - Yee!
To find the hand of Franklin
reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line
Through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest passage to the sea
Westward from...
Delmar!
- How you doing?
- Oh, you know, a bit stuck.
- Hey, good to see you.
It's been, what, since grade 4.
Yeah. - At least.
- God, I loved grade 4... so...
You want out or are you O.K. there?
- Out, out would be good. - Yeah.
- O.K.
- Grade 4?
- He was, he was held back a bit.
[groaning]
- Well? Guess I'll be getting on my way.
- Well, I thank you kindly, Delmar.
- Where are you headed, anyway?
Further north, yeah.
Got to get out of this wilderness rat race.
The country's getting too crowded.
There's a couple of hunters over at Project Valley.
There's some guys with heavy armament over at Diamond Head.
And 10,000 feet up on Mount Sibuyan,
There's a soccer team eating each other. - Would you mind repeating that?
- Yeah, Argentine soccer team they're each...
Eating themselves up...
- No, no, not that. The part about the heavy weaponry.
- Diamond Head, yeah.
Yeah, all decked out in black, snowmobiles, the whole thing.
Uh, anyway, Benton, good to see you.
- You too, Delmar.
- Ah, grade 4, uh? Sticks with me like a bowl of gruel.
Be safe. - You too.
- They all like that around here? - Like what?
I mean, the territory's largely unpopulated.
Like Grizzly Adams, kind of nutty like that.
- Well, for the most part, yes.
- Oh, Benton, there's also a bunch of Mounties
over at King's Creek.
- King's Creek, Son, got to get to King's Creek.
King's Creek, Ray.
- So, what, we're changing plans?
- Yes, we've got to get the rendez-vous coordinates
to Buck Frobisher at King's Creek.
Climb aboard.
[shouting]
- Men! Tent! Tent! Fire!
- Well, men, just in time. I'm firing up a little moose hock.
Good trip?
- Ahhh.
- A delicious meal, Sir. - Ah, thank you.
- We should be able to make Bolt's rendez-vous by midday tomorrow.
- Is, uh, is he around here by any chance?
Your father, I mean.
- Oh, no.
You know he never told me about my mother?
But what could he say?
That he was a flawed individual?
That he failed your mother? Failed you?
He was half mad with grief, Benton.
He did what he could, what he knew.
- He became a murderer.
- Muldoon laughed at him,
laughed in his face.
Mustn't be too harsh on him...
- I'm not so sure about this rendez-vous.
I mean, we only got half a dozen Mounties,
and they got 40 armed... men.
The odds are kind of funky.
- Well, it isn't any good if there's no challenge.
Well, I think I'll go lay down some tallow for the dogs.
[farting]
Oh, Diefenbaker.
Ah, bad manners.
Hounds these days.
[farting]
- So, if, uh,
we live through this, we get back to Chicago,
I guess you'll partner up with Vecchio.
That's O.K., 'cause he's a...
good guy. You worked with him for a while.
You know, Ray, my father and Buck Frobisher
were partners for more than 20 years.
And their territory was thousands of miles.
Sometimes they wouldn't see each other for months.
But no matter how far apart they were,
they always knew that they were partners.
- I'm not sure if you're...
- Fraser. - Duty.
- Barks.
- I've been thinking about the matter of our transfer.
You know, I look out into this cold, barren, empty landscape,
where any mistake could be your last,
where you're surrounded by endless miles of silence,
with only yourself for company,
and I can't think of a life less appealing.
But obviously it is where you belong.
- Yes, Sir, I think it is.
- So then this could be our...
- Possibly.
- Then maybe we should...
[dogs howling]
- They have called this day
the 11 th of March.
And whomsoever of you gets through this day,
unless you are shot in the head or somehow slain,
you will stand a-tiptoe,
when e'er you hear the name again.
And you will get excited at the name...
March the 11th.
We happy few, we few, we band of brothers,
our names will be as like... household names.
And those who are not here, be they sleeping
or doing something else,
they will feel themselves...
sort of crappy
because they are not here to...
to join the fight on this day,
the 11 th of March!
[snuffling]
Move out.
- Go.
[barking]
I've sent for reinforcements, Sir, just in case.
- Good thinking, Fraser.
To battle!
- We're going to get him, Caroline.
I promise you, promise.
- Look, you're making me dizzy.
- You're making me dizzy.
- No, it's the not knowing that's making me crazy.
- Knowing those two, they could be standing in the middle
of a frozen lake right now staring at a map.
- You sure this is the place? - Well, these are the coordinates.
125 degrees west by 70 degrees north.
[cracking] - What the hell was that?
- The ice cracking beneath us. - Ice cracking?
- It's not uncommon. It's caused by the ebb and flow.
This is a fjord that opens out to the sea.
- Why would he want to meet here?
Why wouldn't he want to deliver his guns
in the warmth and safety of any American city?
- Hey, fellow.
- Buck.
- Bob, wondering where you been. You look a little pale.
- I'm still dead.
- Yes, well, I'm having a hard time believing that.
- Well, there you are, then.
- Well, that's another story... with my regrets.
We'll get Muldoon for Caroline.
- For caroline. Oh, forgot.
Trouble.
- What? Great Scott!
Warm up, warm up, husband your ammunition.
Shoot to kill,
or if not, at least to hurt them enough so they'll give themselves up.
[cracking] - Is that normal?
- It's perfectly natural, Ray.
The movement of the sea under the ice causes it to heave and crack.
- Hold up.
- This would seem to answer our questions, Ray.
It would appear that Mr. Muldoon...
is delivering a delta-class nuclear Russian submarine to Mr. Cyrus Bolt.
- Retreat and reform.
- Why would Bolt want a sub? - Hold the planet to ransom, I imagine.
- All right, go!
- What about ammunition?
- We'll run out, of course.
It's to be expected in a fire fight.
But we have plenty of moose hock on the sled. That's a plus.
- We're going to need those reinforcements.
- All right, let's kill us some Mounties.
Fire!
- I'm too young to die.
- Hang on, my God. - It's the reinforcements.
- Go, go, go, go, go, hey, go.
- Paramounties.
It's the latest thing.
[Wind blowing O Canada]
- Muldoon.
- Gentlemen, please hold your fire. You are surrounded.
- Excuse me, please, Sir. - Fight, you scum!
Fight, damn you!
- Move it, move it, move it.
- Memo to myself:
Never try to raise an army of liberation
out of a bunch of potato farmers from Idaho.
- Wish me luck.
- That you don't need. [whistling]
[whinnying]
- Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah!
Hyah, hyah!
Whoa, boy, whoa.
It's the end of the road, Muldoon.
Looks like you picked up your dad's DNA for determination.
Ahhh!
Whew, like I was saying, you don't quit very easily.
- I don't give up ever.
- Well, I would consider that a character flaw.
Because I'm now going to have to kill you with my bare hands.
[Fraser Sr.]: You won't be doing any more killing.
- Who said that?
- Remember back 29 years.
Six-Mile Canyon.
- Bob Fraser?
You were shot.
You're dead. - So are you.
- Oh, no, this can't be real.
- It's real enough.
- How can he see you?
- Because I want him to.
You cross a Mountie,
he'll hunt you to the grave.
He'll hunt you from beyond the grave.
- Dad, stop.
This was wrong 29 years ago.
And it's wrong now. - Then what am I doing here, Son?
- I think you've been given a chance to try and get it right.
- Will you take him in?
- Oh, yes.
- There is one thing I'd like to do.
- What would that be?
- I don't know why anyone ever does that.
Lord, that hurts.
What?
- You're fading.
- I've solved my last crime.
Caught my last man. No reason to hang around.
- I, uh... I thought you were permanent.
- Oh, Son, nothing's permanent.
Caroline?
- Mom.
Look inside a twisted world
I can't decide what is even real any more
As though I ever knew
Tangled in the silhouette
Floating
Face down in a river
Of the past
And thoughts of you
Holy tears
They linger on
[Fraser]: And life continues.
Detectives Jack Huey and Thomas Dewey
realized their dream of the One-Liner.
- So, what do you call a fish with no eyes?
Fsh.
[Fraser]: And their comedy club played to marginal houses
for a long time.
Constable Turnbull decided to run for public office.
- Oh, ho, ho, hello.
- But his campaign got off to a rocky start
when he was run over by his campaign bus.
- Ahhh!
- My old partner, Ray Vecchio,
did indeed cough up a golden bullet.
And he and Stella moved to Florida, where they opened up a bowling alley.
Francesca Vecchio made the cover of Life Magazine
with a record six immaculate conceptions,
and she loved her babies as though they were her own.
- Does anyone have the answer?
- Lieutenant Welsh stayed behind his desk
because that was where he belonged.
- And now for international news. - Inspector Thatcher transferred
to the Canadian Security Intelligence Service,
where she was instrumental in the destabilization
and overthrow of several world dictators.
And as for Ray, or should I say, Stanley Kowalski...
Sergeant Frobisher geared us up with tack and tallow,
and led by Diefenbaker, we set off, Ray and I...
we set off on an adventure.
And when we looked below,
he saluted.
- Godspeed, Benton.
- Sergeant Frobisher saluted.
And I saluted back.
I would take the Northwest Passage...
- And off we went
to find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea.
And if we do find his hand,
the reaching out one,
we'll let you know.
Through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea
Ah for just one time
I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin
reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line
Through a land so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage To the sea
Tracing one warm line
Through a land so wide and savage
To find the hand of Franklin
Reaching for the Beaufort Sea
And make a Northwest Passage To the sea
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