Ray Vecchio: It came over the wire, so as usual I decided to drop my life and bring it on over.
Constable Benton Fraser: I appreciate it, Ray.
Ray Vecchio: You know, this guy must be sixty years old. He doesn't look that dangerous to me.
Constable Benton Fraser: In 1978, Harold Geiger held up a bank in southern Michigan. A guard tried to stop him, he shot the guard and two other employees. The police and the FBI pursued him across five states. Before he crossed into Canada, he'd killed two FBI men, a state trooper and a highway patrol officer. Once he crossed the border, he broke through a massive dragnet, killing a local officer, two provincial police officers, and two members of the RCMP's emergency response team - in short, he killed every cop that got close to him. Except one: Buck Frobisher. Frobisher tracked him up to Whitehorse, caught up with him on a railroad bridge. A struggle ensued. Geiger went over the edge and at the last second Frobisher caught him by the arm. Dangling there 200 feet above the gorge, Geiger reached into his belt, pulled out a hunting knife and jabbed it hilt deep into Frobisher's leg. Still, Sergeant Frobisher managed to pull him up, cuff him, and take him in.
Ray Vecchio: And this guy's coming here to my city?
Constable Benton Fraser: I believe so, yes.
Ray Vecchio: God, I hate tourists!