" One phone call." " I told you, no phone." " I want to order a pizza." " You had pizza." " So I want to order another pizza." "lay a murder charge against Van Zandt, even though the body of his alleged victim has never been found." "Tomorrow, the prosecution is expected to wrap up its case with the testimony of a mystery wit..." " Hey, they were just going to talk about me." " I've heard enough talk about you." "It's your turn." "Now roll." " I got to go to the can." " Leave the door open." " I can't go when anyone's watching." " If you're pee shy, then don't go." " Hey, you know, you guys are a stone drag, you know that?" "How about some women?" "How about some booze?" " Look, I told you, no women, no booze, no gambling." "OK, no booze, no women, no gambling." " How about some soda?" "I get a little crazy." " Yeah, OK, I'll grab you a soda from the machine." "What's the knock?" " Once, twice, once." " One lousy drink." "I could get killed tomorrow." " You're going to be fine, Mr. Jones." "You have the protection of Illinois." "You'll be relocated with a new identity." " If Van Zandt wants me, he'll find me." " He'll spend his remaining life in prison." " And I'll spend mine looking over my shoulder, pirouetting down the street like Nureyev in case there's someone behind me." "I'm dead." "Chicago PD." "Stay down." "Ah, Special Investigator Handler." " Hey, my tie!" " Put that psycho on a leash." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" " What the hell do you think you're doing?" " You are actually an hour early." " Not to mention the secret knock, of which there was none." " There seems to be no harm done." "Jones still in one piece?" "He is." " Well, consider yourself relieved." " You ought to try decaf, Vecchio, huh?" "Are you hungry?" "Well, I suppose I could..." "No, he wasn't talking to you." " I'll call Vittorrio's." "Hand me my phone." " Your phone?" " Yeah." "I don't have your phone." "Jones." " Yeah?" " Vecchio." "Where's Jones?" " He's in the can." "Open up." "Well, Two-Tone Jones." "He's clean." "Come on, Nick's waiting." "Thanks for seeing me, Nick." "I'm sure we'll be able to straighten out this misunderstanding." "Me testify against you." "No way." "That's correct." " Fraser, this makes no sense." "Why would he go to Van Zandt's?" "He'd kill him." " Well, I'll admit it's something of a long shot, but it's possible that Mr. Jones is looking to negotiate a deal." "That phone cost me 200 bucks." " Well, I see we're not the only ones with this idea." " That's far enough, gentlemen." "This is still my operation." "Deploy some men around the back." " All right, take a couple around back." " Your presence won't be necessary." "Oh, that's rich." "They lose a witness;" "our presence is unnecessary?" "Hmm, love that." "Oh, man." "You got to be kidding." "He says that no one has even seen Digger for a couple of days." " Now what the hell we going to do?" " Oh, man." "Will you look at this?" "He's got to be kidding." " How are we supposed to get rid of a body without Digger?" " I don't know." "Just let me think a minute." " Oh, yeah, the excrement is just about to hit the air conditioning." "The officers that raided Van Zandt's restaurant did not come up with any evidence that Jones was there." "Check these out." "But the state's attorney's office has lost their star witness the night before he's supposed to testify." "Now they lost him;" "it's our job to find him." "Miss Vecchio." "Oh, sorry." "Bruno's Fine Meats." "Uh, squad room." "...to keep a lookout for Jones, but I think the probabilities of him still being vertical are slim to none." "Stupid bastard." "Hey, Ray, where's Fraser?" "Hmm, let me think." "He's right there." " Oh, right." " Fill me in on Johnson's case." " I went by his crib, but he was already in the wind." "Slipped with his two shorties and his main squeeze." "I'm vibing that he blizzed for the boiler." " OK, stay on it." "It's an important case." " Ray, do you recall that car we saw last night in Van Zandt's restaurant?" " It's a large city, Fraser." "We passed a lot of cars." "These just arrived for you." "Oh, thanks." "So, who they from?" "Oh, they're just, uh... from, um..." "somebody I..." "Well, nobody really knows I know him." "It's not because I'm ashamed, because I'm not." "He's actually very, very handsome... gorgeous, actually, is what he is." "It's just that I..." "I kind of liked someone before, and I just can't even believe that I liked this person, because I am so not interested in this person anymore." "As a matter of fact, I think I have to go to the bathroom." " Well, the car I'm referring to, Ray, is a bronze 1984 LTD Crown Victoria, with body filler over the wheel well, mismatching snow tires, RCW 139, stalled at the intersection." "It was reported stolen two hours ago." " What does this have to do with anything?" " Well, it could be a coincidence, I suppose." "Could be." " No, no, no, it was actually stolen last night." "I just didn't notice it until this morning." "It's probably me, but if you only noticed the car missing three hours ago, can you be sure it was stolen last night?" " Right, right, well, the thing is, you know," "I was going go out to the store late last night for some milk and cookies, but I..." "I just, I didn't..." "The car wasn't there." "I just don't remember." "I remember now, but I, you know," "I just didn't notice it at the time." "Didn't think of it at the time." "So the car somehow..." "lost it's molecular integrity?" " No, I just..." "I didn't see the car, so I figured, well, maybe somebody borrowed it." "Isn't the truth of the matter, you used the vehicle in the commission of a felonious act and now you've only reported it stolen to absolve yourself of any responsibility or connection to said vehicle?" "What?" "That's a beautiful paragraph." "Thank you." "That's the car." "Hey!" " Oh, is that completely necessary?" " Imperative." "Oh, no." "Damn!" "Oh, jeez!" "Public service announcement." "Please buckle up for safety." "Out of the car, come on." "Fraser, I'm out of cuffs." "Dief, watch him." "Carnauba wax." "And I think these minute specks will likely prove to be blood." "I've never seen him before in my life." "Who?" "I don't know." " Lab boys can't promise us anything on the blood for at least 24 hours." "Great." " Well, we found a gun in Van Zandt's driver's room, recently fired." " If you match that gun to a bullet from Jones' body, you should be able to convince the chauffeur to testify against Van Zandt." " That's right." "So we got to get those two rocket scientists you brought in to cough up the bodies." " Where's your buddy?" " He's working on 'em now." " That's my collar, my collar!" " Settle down." " Hey, you can handle the interrogation, but I want everything, every word." "Understood." "Ray." " Look, Van Zandt is implicated in the disappearance and presumed murder of at least nine men over the last two years." "Now, what the hell's he doing with the body, uh?" "You're going to talk." "I can throw you back in the general population and spread the word that you ratted out Van Zandt." "How long do you think you're going to last?" "A day?" "An hour maybe?" "How long?" " Beat it." "You want me to open up a can of whup-ass on you?" " Ray, please." "This is just a jurisdictional issue... it can be sorted out with an appropriate dispute-resolution mechanism, much like the recent Canadian softwood-lumber dispute." "You guys OK?" "You want a soda or something?" " Yeah." "Sodas would be great." " Uh, Miller, can you get these guys a soda?" "Don't give me that look." "Um, and let them go to the can and then bring them to One and Two." "Thanks." "No, Atlantic City's good." "No, really, it's good." "I..." "I love nature." "Yeah." "Um, listen, I have to go." "Me too." "Bye." " The blood in the car was type O-positive." " Two-Tone Jones is O-positive." " Unfortunately so are 1,940,000 other people in the greater Chicago area." " Look, I can't say anything, OK?" "I can't." "It's a personal-safety issue." " Look, I understand that." "All I'm saying is, you give me something I can verify independently." "Then you don't have to get involved in this." "And I'll put the word on the street that you were the toughest hardcase I ever had the displeasure of dealing with." " Really?" " Absolutely." "I burnt you with cigarettes, I beat you with phone books," "I punctured your spleen with an ice pick... you never cracked once." "I don't know nothing." "I'm sorry." " Ira, I don't think you're doing yourself any favours here." "Yeah." "I see you hurt your fingers." " Yeah, I burned them with a cutting torch at work." " Oh, you should, uh, rub some of this on." "It will help to prevent blistering." "Yeah." "Thanks." " It's lichen and elk horn in a base of sea cucumber." "I've often used it myself when I've had... well, when I've hurt my fingers." "Ice burns." "One time, I'd fallen into a crevasse while I was pursuing a rogue taxidermist across a glacial field." "Whoa!" "I'd lost my gloves." "I had to pull myself up 600 feet using only my bare hands." "Fraser, we have to talk." " Francesca, this is something of an awkward time." " You should never put work before relationships." "That's what..." "That's what's wrong with the world." "Yeah, he's right, Fraser." "You know, sometimes we just get... so caught up in our jobs, that, uh, well... we forget the things that are really important." "She's right." " Thank you..." "Or maybe we just... we're just afraid to say what we really feel... for lots of different reasons." "Fear of rejection." "OK, shut up." "Can you step outside?" "Uh, excuse me." "Hey." "Uh..." "Fraser... this is isn't going to work between us." "It isn't?" "Well, no, how could it?" "Well, I'm not sure what..." " Fraser, Fraser, please, please, don't beg, OK?" "I don't want to remember you this way." "Francesca, I'm a little..." " Fraser, you have to face the wall." "All right." "Look, I..." "I understand that... you know, this may come as a bit of a shock..." "No, Fraser." "The wall, you have to face the wall of reality." "Oh." "Ha." "I'm getting married." "You're getting married." " Look, I know this is a bit of a shock, and you're probably a little... shocked, but, uh... take heart, OK?" "'Cause I'm sure that one day you're going to meet someone, and she's probably going to be... a mountain climber or a snowmobile repair person." "And you're going to be happy too." "You know, I mean, for my part, it's not going to be that easy, because... ours is going to be a mixed marriage." "I'm Catholic and he's, uh... he's... he's one of those other religions." "So..." "Well, I hope we can still be friends." "Oh, yes, of course." "I've very happy for you." "It's... it's wonderful news." "Good." "Oh, God!" " Francesca's getting married?" "Who would marry that?" " Ray, Francesca is a delightful, attractive, intelligent young woman." " I know, but you're talking every day?" " True enough." ""Eskimo Shipping. "" "So you think the body's here?" "Vince worked here a year ago." "Mr. Van Zandt is a partner in the business." " If you had a body, you'd have to keep it on ice, 'cause it'd be getting funky about now." "Shall we?" "Dief, care to join us?" "Eskimo Shipping, that's funny, 'cause when I was a kid, we had these Eskimo pies." "You know, Ray, the term "Eskimo" itself is sort of derogatory." "It's kind of like the tomahawk chop of the Atlanta Braves' fans or Chief Wahoo of the Cleveland Indians." " You know not what you speak, 'cause Chief Wahoo's a cartoon." "Oh, come on, this is getting ridiculous." " I'll take it from here, Vecchio." " She's a bit of a control freak." "Sorry." " Maybe you can get the sirens turned up;" "some people in Pittsburgh didn't hear you coming." "I'll run that by her." "Nothing." "Everything's clean." " All right, we're going to stop and search every one of their trucks." " Hey, hey, what do you think you're doing on my property, huh?" "This is police harassment." "Arthur, you sue these bastards." "I'm on it, I'm on it." " Every truck, understood?" " Understood." " You're finished." "When I get through with you..." " Please." "This is Arthur Vole, attorney for Nicholas Van Zandt." " How do you come onto my property without a warrant?" "You got a warrant?" " I'd like to see Judge Gorman in his chambers as soon as possible." "I'll put an end to this police harassment of this innocent man at once." "Hello, yes, we're on our way." "Right, thanks." "Let's go, Nick." " You find Digger." "I don't care if his mother's on an iron lung." "You drag him away from the deathbed and get him to Nick's funeral home!" " Listen to me." "As your attorney, I can't hear this." "Put your hands over your ears!" "What am I supposed to do with Jones's body?" "Use it for a paperweight?" "If Digger isn't at the funeral home to take care of Jones's body, somebody will be at the funeral home to take care of his." "Why are you standing there like an idiot with your hands over your ears, for God's sakes?" "Come on." "Hurry it up." "Get it open." " Anything on those refrigerated trucks?" " Nothing." "You want to know something?" "Dead cows are disgusting." " Maybe you should go vegetarian." " I'd rather eat the truck." " He got it." "Son of a bitch, I can't believe it." "Judge Gorman granted Van Zandt the injunction." "I can't go near the man until after the trial." " If we don't find the body quick it will be a short trial." " It strikes me that someone as meticulous as Mr. Van Zandt couldn't have disposed of nine bodies in a haphazard manner." "He must have had some kind of disposal system." " Good so far, but do you have any idea what kind of system?" " Why not wail on the morons downstairs?" " Forget about it." "They just lawyered up big time." "Joel Flatman, I believe." "He works for Arthur Vole," "Van Zandt's lawyer." "He's rubbing our noses in it." "Does van Zandt operate from his Dupont restaurant?" " Oh, yeah, the foccacia bread is fantastic there." "They use a tiny daub of nut vinegar or something." "I want somebody in there 24 hours a day." "I want photos of everybody who comes in and goes out." " You're talking hundreds of people." "Van Zandt's is a very happening spot." " It's their lunches..." "reasonably priced, large portions." " We need someone on the inside." "Detective Vecchio." " Yes, sir." " Take someone as a cover." "I'll do it." " This is police work, possibly dangerous." " I want to do it." " Francesca, the lieutenant's right." " Shut up, Fraser." " As you wish." "You're getting married." " Well, then call it a wedding present, OK?" "Let's go, Ray." "I can buy." "Ah, smells good, huh?" " I can't believe you're doing this." " I always get takeout from them." "They'd get suspicious if I didn't." " Mm, that does smell good." " Told you." " Seen Vecchio in there?" " Yeah, they're along the aisle." "Anything?" "Huh?" " Anything?" " I don't know." "I don't know if I should have the salad or if I should have something..." "No, no, no." "See anything?" "Oh." "No, no." "Let me ask you something." "How could someone be so smart, how can a person know something so useless like how much a pound of nails weighs on Pluto, but they have no idea what's going on under their own noses?" " Noses?" " Nose." "We talking about Fraser here?" "Fraser?" "No." "That's ridiculous." "See how funny that is?" "No, I have no interest in Fraser." "Have you decided?" " Um..." "I'm having trouble deciding between the Tai Domi and the Teemu Selanne." "The Esatikkane is fresh." "Esatikkanen's fresh." "O.K." " Yeah, I'll have the Es... um..." "Give me the same." "I think there's some guy that knows you." " Sir, excuse me, I wonder if you could help me." "Is the Pavel Bure steamed or baked?" " Uh, it's a roasted saddle of salmon with, um, those... those petits lardons au four." "It sounds delicious." "Well, it's not." "Come on, Detective, let's see those photos." " You, uh, know how much a pound of nails weighs on Pluto?" " Of course, Ray, it's the same as a pound of cheese, 6.4 ounces." "OK, OK." "But, uh, you know what's right under your nose?" "Read 'em and weep." "Oh, this is sweet." "Perhaps later we'll have a little seminar on surveillance techniques and procedures." " I can't believe you took that picture." " He said everybody." " No, he didn't say everybody." " We'll separate them:" "put normal citizens on the left, the connected goombahs on the right." " Hey, here's Little Moe Angelo." "I thought he was in Joliet." "Maybe he's connected." " Oh, look at this, Tony Orlando." "The singer is involved?" "Wash your mouth, Fraser." " Let's get to work." "See what we come up with." "It's going to take weeks." "Maybe not." "Hey, you're the guys that ratted out Van Zandt!" "Who's Van Zandt?" " You know what we do to stoolies?" "I'm going to rip your head off." "You're dead meat!" " I don't have to put up with this." "Hey!" "Hey!" "There's a freak in here!" "Get him off me!" "Get him off me!" "Come on, let's go." "Police brutality." "Shut up!" "The guy's crazy!" " That's going to happen to us every day." " Gentlemen, I certainly don't want to impose my feelings here or my thoughts." "I think that most people are entitled to make their own decisions... indeed, make their own mistakes, but, uh..." " However, if your thoughts are running..." " However, if your thoughts are running in the direction of police protection," "I can assure you the Chicago Police Department has an excellent plan with many, um..." " Side benefits." " Side benefits." "Thanks." "Ah, now he's back in town." " Who is he?" " Tommy Gallant." "They call him Digger." "He works at the funeral home that Van Zandt's got a piece of over on 4th." "Yeah, 4th." "Oh, man." "We ratted out Van Zandt, now we're dead, we're dead men." "You tricked us." " You know, my grandmother always said," ""No good can come of a lie. "" "Perhaps she was right." "Yes, justice was served, but at what price?" "You can't be serious." "Hi, Frase." "Francesca." "Do you need to talk?" "Uh, that might be helpful." "OK." "I, uh..." "I lied to someone." "And at the time I thought it was for their own good, but of course, who is to judge what is good for another?" "Well, uh... perhaps it's time for you to tell that person how you really feel." " I think it's gone beyond what I feel." "Oh, no, Fraser." "It's never too late to go back." " Even there's jeopardy involved?" "Especially if." "Just say what you really feel, Benton." "I lied." "I knew it." "And it might serve justice..." "Justice?" "...but it will compromise the lives of two men." "Men?" "What the...?" "Men?" "I..." "I..." "I don't believe this." "We're not even on the same page!" "You know," "I used to always think that you were like this... this... this genius." "Either that, or some complete idiot!" "Now I just realize that you can't even see your nose an inch past your face!" "Oh, oh, oh, yeah." "Honour, duty, yeah." "What else can you hide behind, Fraser?" "You know, if you just can't get out of your little toy kiddie life, well, then, just get out of your car!" "Maybe, maybe." " Jones is in a funeral home, in a coffin, under another body." "Is that what you're telling me?" " Yeah, it's perfectly possible." "The body with the bullet is in the coffin with the cadaver." " Where's the best place to hide a body?" "A grave." "He must've being doing this for years." " How will we find this other body?" "They've got a judge on their side." "No judge will grant us a warrant to enter a funeral home without just cause." "Can't get it without entering a funeral home." " If by some other means we were able to determine the body was there, couldn't we take that information to a judge?" "Depends on the means." "Show them that thing." " Right, I'll need a stethoscope." " I left mine in my other suit." " And a place to lie down." " I'll get you that." "I'll need the tetrodotoxin from the gland secretions of a bouga toad." "He looks dead all right." "Oh, my God." "It's all right, Sergeant." "OK, Fraser, come on, let's go." "Come on, let's go." "Hey, Fraser, you're freaking me out!" "Come on!" " Oh, I was pretty far under." "I could hear you, Ray, but as though from the bottom of a deep well." "What is going on?" " Nothing you've seen here leaves this room." "How did you do that?" " Well, with the secretions from the bouga toad, you can control the impulses to the autonomic nervous system, and you can slow the EEG and the ECG waves till they're virtually undetectable." " You can do it on command?" " Well, not exactly, no." "It takes 15 minutes to go under and 15 to come out." "How long can you stay under?" " Once, in a lean-to on the shores of the Nahanni," "I was under for exactly 36 hours." " Then what happened?" "Well, then I had to... well, uh..." "You had to pee, Constable?" " Well, yes, I had consumed roughly the equivalent of a dugout canoe's worth of bark tea." "Diefenbaker, look at me." "Now, no matter what you hear over the next couple of days, don't believe it, I will be all right." "You must trust me on this." "In the meantime, Ray will take care of you." "Hey, Dief, buddy, come on." "Well, it would seem that he finds her even more attractive now that she's betrothed." "Ah..." "Mr. Vecchio?" "You can come in now." "I added some body to the hair, some colour to the cheeks." "He looks good." "Thanks." "Young guy." "That's too bad." "What is that uniform?" "Is he an usher?" "Doorman." "Oh." " One of the best." " Yes, yeah." "Now, this is our Northumbria casket." "You said I should pick one." "Now, this is slightly more expensive than our El Camino or our Fandango models, but you can feel here... it's got the extra padding." "Oh, yeah." "Got to be comfortable." "He's going to be there awhile." "Now also, the Northumbria..." "Is absolutely airtight." "I thought since we weren't embalming, it was more appropriate for..." "Longer shelf life." "I hear you, but, uh, he's claustro... was claustrophobic." "So can we keep it open?" " Yes, of course." " Thanks." "Can I have a minute?" " Of course." " Thank you." "Fraser?" "They're going to be closing up here in, uh, in a while, so I got to go." "Um, to tell you the truth, I thought hospitals made me nervous, but this place, ha, yikes." "OK, I'm babbling." "Um, that rouge makes you look like a toy soldier." "Um, OK, all right." "I'll see you in the morning." "Hey, if you find the body, uh, see if he's got my phone." "Weird." "OK, Diefenbaker, you're coming home with me." "You can't stay here." "Let's go." "Where do you think you're going?" "Well, I thought I'd..." " You don't want that door." " I don't?" " No, son." "Over here, on the left." "What is this place?" "The borderland." "Just think of it as an existential demilitarized zone." "Come on, let's go for a walk." "I got to tell you a few things." "First of all, being dead is not what it's cracked up to be." " Who said that?" " Who said what?" " "Being dead's not all it's cracked up to be. "" "Who said that?" " I don't know." "Maybe the stiff we're using." "That's a funny one." "Hey, this guy looks familiar." "He's a doorman." "Oh, yeah, right, yeah." "Yeah, the Cheltenham." "Nice guy, good with a door." "When's he going to get planted?" " Brother wants him in the ground tomorrow." " Never did like dead guys staring at me." " So I'm doing the mail rounds, and I stop in at the morgue, and I see Constable Fraser." "Yeah, he's the good-looking one." "Anyway, there he is, laid out on a slab, dead." "Well, I..." "I..." "I..." " Wait a minute." "What did you just say?" " About what?" " About Fraser?" "Fraser who?" " The guy you said was dead." "The guy in red?" "What are you talking about?" "Uh, look, Nicky, it's self-basting, 350, one hour." "Got to go." "I've got to go." "Jack, have you seen Fraser?" "No, why?" " I think he might be dead." " Fraser?" "What are you talking about?" "How could he be dead?" " Who's dead?" " Fraser." " Dead?" " We don't know he's dead." " Have you seen him around lately?" " I haven't seen Chelsea Clinton around here either, but I'm pretty sure she's not dead." " Got a bad feeling about this." " Vecchio would know." "Any of you guys seen Vecchio?" "This is a pigsty." "Let me see that." " What, are you some kind of junior G-man now?" "Benjamin  Son Funeral Home." "He can't be dead." " Sounds fantastic." "Does he have a brother?" "Hello?" "It's for you." " Thank you." "Hello." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Hey, look out!" "What, you come to your senses, or what?" " What the hell are you doing?" " We got the brother coming in." " To hell with the brother." " Mr. Van Zandt, I got a business here." "And it's got to appear to be running normally or we'll draw some heat." "Let me get rid of the brother." "Ray, is it true?" " Oh, great." " Ray, wait." " Fraser, Fraser, can you breathe?" "God, it's true." " Fraser is like superman." "He can't die." " I imagine you have a number of questions you want to ask," "Like is this eternity, or just a stopping place?" "Is death a transition, or the end of the line?" "And if it is the end of the line, do I still have to shave?" "Questions along those lines." " Yes, actually." "Well, you're on your own there." " Great, Dad." "Really enlightening." " You see, son, in the borderland, all the questions you ask are unique to you, and the answers are yours alone." "Hey!" "I remember when that kid died." "I was so freaked, I couldn't move," "I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep." "Fraser told me that story about the... the moose on the side of the mountain." " He's not Jewish." " Hm." "He told me that story when my car wouldn't start." " The guy only had one story." "What, are you going to sue him?" " Fraser, I know you're down a deep well, but maybe you can come back for a second and tell me if you found Jones' body." " Ray, you got to let him go, Ray." "Come on, let him go." "Just a second." "I'm good, OK." "Ray from the material world." "It's Ray from the material world." "Fraser, things are kind of getting out of hand." " Let's say I did have a question, one that was unique to me." "Where would I go to ask it?" "In here, son." "You ask yourself." "Your whole life is in here, compressed into a single point in space and time, so that no matter what direction you step, your destination is the same." "Isn't that fun?" "This way." "Here's where we come to make sense of everything." ""You never know what life means until you die. "" "One of the Brownings said that." "Kurt or Robert, Thibault Browning." "In any event, it's death that gives life significance." " So that door with all the light behind it, does that mean that I'm..." " Dead?" "No, son, look at this as a coming attraction." "You've got a few more obligations to fulfil." "Is Mr. Smith in there?" "Excuse me." "Oh, my God, what happened, Fraser?" "What was that?" "No, that's never happened before." " Gun!" " Gun!" " Freeze!" "You got nowhere to go." " What are we going to do?" " Shut up!" "This is what's going to happen." "You're all going to lower your guns, you're going to give me a clear path." "Empty the street and give me a car, 'cause if you don't, you're going to have one dead lady on your hands." "From five, four, three..." "I think someone's in trouble." " That'd be one of your obligations." " Thanks, Dad." " Any time." "See you later." "Ah!" "Looks like Jonestown in here." " At least it's quiet." " It's the way I like it." "Can you get my phone?" "Let's see, uh, three 99-year sentences." "So Van Zandt's going to be available for parole in, what?" " 143 years." " Right." " There's someone to see you at the front." "OK, thanks." "Hi." " Hi." " Um, I'm really glad you're here, 'cause, uh..." "Listen, uh, I've been thinking about what happened with us, and uh..." "I just have some issues that I have to deal with." "And it has nothing to do with you." "I just don't think it's a very good idea that... we get married right now..." "Or... at all." "I know this is difficult, but it's really for the best." "English, you see?" "That's good, you understand." "My little pumpkin." "Bye!" "Bye." "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"