[“White Island Maximum Security Prison,
Northwest Territories, Canada”]
[an empty bus is stopped at
the gate]
Guard: Going back empty?
Driver: Uh-huh
Guard: Say hi to Sarah.
[the bus is waved through]
[man (Geiger) shoves the
driver aside & takes over & throws out the ashtray]
[“RCMP Detachment; Northern
Ontario”]
Buck Frobisher: [answering phone] RCMP Evidence Room, Sergeant Frobisher.
Geiger: How’s your leg?
Buck Frobisher: Who is this?
Geiger: Oh, you haven’t forgotten.
Buck Frobisher: Geiger.
[a phone booth phone handle
dangles]
Buck Frobisher: Geiger.
[the bus smashes through the
phone booth]
[bar]
Captain: I run a scow, not a cruise
ship. I take you across that border, immigration finds out, I lose my boat.
Where do you want to go?
Buck Frobisher: As far as this will
take me. [wad of cash] And this. [wristwatch]
[school room]
Fraser: …which makes the border
between Canada and the United States the longest undefended border in the
world. So that since their formation our two countries have found a peaceful
way to coexist. Except for the War of 1812 where your country invaded ours and
we sent you packing, but that’s hardly worth mentioning. Now I think I’ll open
the floor to questions. Yes?
Boy: Do you have to undo all your
buttons to go to the toilet?
Fraser: No. Anyone else? Yes.
Boy: How many do you have to undo?
Fraser: Just enough to get your
trousers undone. Yes.
Boy: Do they have toilets in Canada?
Fraser: Yes. We do. Anyone else? [boy raises his hand again] Anyone else at tall? [boy is straining to get noticed] Any other questions at tall?
Julie: When was the last time you
were home?
Fraser: It’s been far too long.
[school playground]
Julie: Just disappeared. His car was
still in the garage. He hadn’t taken anything from his apartment. I checked all
the buses and trains. Finally someone
from the docks remembered seeing him getting on a barge that was headed here.
Still can’t believe that he’d just leave without saying something. I been
looking for a week. I can’t find him, Fraser. I was hoping maybe he called you.
Fraser: No. I’m sorry.
Julie: I just knew how close he and
your father were.
Fraser: They went back a long way.
Julie: I want to stay here and keep
looking, but my job, they won’t give me any more time, and if I lose it, well,
it’s just me and Patty now, you know.
Fraser: I was sorry to hear about,
um...
Julie: Bruce.
Fraser: Bruce.
Julie: That’s okay. It was my fault.
I just married the wrong man. I was in love with someone else.
Fraser: …Oh you, I-I-I…you-you don’t
mean . . .
Julie: No, Fraser, it wasn’t you.
Fraser: Oh, good. No, I don’t mean
good. I mean-I mean I-I…
Julie: You haven’t changed a bit.
You’re just like my father. You could track a man five hundred miles over sheer
ice, but put either of you within arm’s length of a woman and you’re completely
lost. Or put you behind a desk and you’d die. That’s what was happening to him.
I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happened but…I don’t want to lose him,
Fraser. I can’t. Will you help me? Will you find him?
Fraser: I’ll do everything I can.
Julie: I haven’t seen you in over
ten years but somehow I knew if there’s one person in the world I could count
on, it was you.
[the border, in a building;
hallway leading to bathroom]
Guy 1: Someone’s in there.
Guy 2: Oh great. Hey, did you see
the tie up at the border? What’s going on?
[Geiger exits the bathroom
wearing a uniform & shuts the door behind him]
Guy 1: Officer! Can I have the key?
Geiger: I wouldn’t go in there. It’s
a real mess.
[27th precinct]
Ray: [on the phone] And you think this is the man who stole your
cat?…Claw marks on his cardigan. Yes that’s very conclusive...Um, you know it’s
going to be a little difficult for me to break away from the case that I’m
currently working on. But if you’d like to call back and ask for extension 312,
Detectives Huey or Gardino would be glad to help you… Yes. They’ve been, uh,
specially assigned to handle all animal related offenses…No, no, ma’am. The
pleasure’s all mine. [Fraser intercepts Vecchio’s basket in his
hat] How’s it going?
Fraser: I need your help, Ray.
Ray: Does it involve domestic
animals?
Fraser: Not that I’m aware.
Ray: Then I’m your man.
Fraser: Personal matter.
Gardino: [answering phone] Violent crimes, Detective Gardino…Cat, ma’am?
[Riv]
Ray: Seven freighters came in from
Northern Ontario last week. None carrying passengers. You still think your
Mountie friend came in on one of these?
Fraser: Seems likely. Did anything
come in through Sault Sainte Marie?
Ray: Two. The Lady of the Lake and a
garbage scow called the Bon Vivant.
Fraser: We’ll try the scow.
Ray: There are seventeen hundred
places to drive across the border between Canada and the US. Why would anyone
in their right mind travel by scow?
Fraser: I don’t know, Ray. I don’t
know.
[docks]
Captain of Scow: [looking at a pic
of Frobisher] Sorry.
Fraser: You’re sure.
Captain: I’m sure.
Fraser: He was my father’s best
friend. He’s in some kind of trouble--
Captain: I’m sure he’d call your
dad.
Fraser: Well, I’m sure he would if
he was alive. But since he’s not he probably doesn’t know who to trust. It’s
never an easy question. Oh by the way, who did you know in the force?
Captain: What?
Fraser: Your watch. RCMP field
issue, circa 1950. Spring wound, consecutively numbered. Civilians couldn’t buy
them. Only a few still own them. [shows
his wrist] This was my father’s.
Want to show me yours?
Captain: You really his friend?
Fraser: I am.
Captain: Some of the men billet over
at the St. John’s Hotel. Try there.
Fraser: Thank you kindly.
Ray: Yeah, you’re a real prince,
Popeye.
[hotel]
Ray: Yeah, I was thinking of going
to Maui but now that I’ve seen this place, I’m reconsidering.
Fraser: Excuse me. This man, is he
registered here? [shows Buck’s photo]
Hotel Manager: Never seen him. [Vecchio
slips him a bill] Carney. One bag. No tip. Room 202.
Ray: You’re sure?
Hotel Manager: I only live here 24
hours of the day. I sleep here, I eat here. I know every face that comes in
here.
Ray: So is he in?
Hotel Manager: I have no idea.
[up the stairs]
Ray: So what’s this guy like?
Fraser: What do you mean?
Ray: I mean if this guys unhinged, I
don’t want to knock on the door and be met by a bullet.
Fraser: Oh it’s okay. He knows we’re
coming.
Ray: How could he? [Vecchio
steps in broken glass]
[Buck Frobisher’s
room; knock knock knock,
and they enter]
Buck Frobisher: You track a man
about as quietly as I pass wind.
Ray: I’ll, uh, wait for you
downstairs. [exits]
Fraser: Julie asked me to find you.
Buck Frobisher: Yeah. I’ll send her
a postcard.
Fraser: She’s worried.
Buck Frobisher: Nothing will happen
to her if she just stays away from me.
Fraser: I don’t think she’s worried
for herself.
Buck Frobisher: I’m fine.
Fraser: Who is it? You’re waiting
for somebody or you wouldn’t have that. [his
gun]
Buck Frobisher: So what are you
going to do, protect me?
Fraser: I’d do what ever I could.
Buck Frobisher: Look, I’m Buck
Frobisher, you little piss-ant. I’ve taken more men down than you’ve ever met.
The day I take help from a boy like you is the day I’ll put this to my own
head. Want to do something for me? [throws
a coin at him; it drops to the floor] I’m
out of beer.
[Fraser picks up the coin]
Fraser: I’ll have them send it up. [exits]
Robert Fraser’s Diary: February 13th
-- Ten years ago I would never have walked into something like this. A bear
trap so poorly camouflaged a child would have seen it, but I didn’t. I pried it
open and got my leg out, but there was no way I could make it back. I was
prepared to die out here. And to be honest, I felt I deserved it. A man gets
too old for a job he should know it, and stop. But then Buck found me. I don’t
know how. No one knew where I was going, but he found me and carried me back.
Three days over terrain a mule couldn’t navigate. Laughing his ass off the
entire way. Riding like that, completely helpless, slung over Buck’s shoulder
and staring down his back I came to understand two things. One: at a certain
point in life a man’s hips spread and there’s nothing you can do about it. And
two: there’s a very easy way to define friendship. A friend is someone who
won’t stop until he finds you and brings you home.
[Fraser’s apartment; knock knock knock]
Ray: I think I know who’s after the
old man. [shows a fax with a mug
shot] It came in over the wire so as
usual I decided to drop my life and bring it on over.
Fraser: I appreciate it, Ray.
Ray: You know, this guy must be
sixty years old. Doesn’t look that
dangerous to me.
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 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 across the border, he broke through a massive
dragnet killing a local officer, two provincial police officers and two members
of the RMCP’s emergency response team. In short, he
killed every cop that got close to him. Except one. Buck Frobisher. Frobisher
tracked him up to White Horse; 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: And this guy’s coming here to
my city?
Fraser: I believe so, yes.
Ray: God I hate tourists!
[hotel]
Buck Frobisher: So he is coming.
Fraser: A few hours ago they found a
body of a border patrol officer in a service station restroom. They sealed the
bridge immediately but they can’t be sure he didn’t make it across.
Buck Frobisher: He made it.
Fraser: I came to offer you... My
friend Detective Vecchio is waiting downstairs. He’s willing to place you under
protective custody until Geiger’s apprehended.
Buck Frobisher: That long, eh? They
must have quite the budget.
Fraser: The FBI’s been notified and
the state troopers are watching the roads, so as soon as they’re sure that
he’s--
Buck Frobisher: What? That he’s
coming after me? They want proof? Then
show them this. Show them my leg. Seventeen years ago I didn’t have to take
these to walk, huh? That what it cost to
bring him in. He’s been on the road for a week now. How many cops has he
killed?
Fraser: Two that we know of.
Buck Frobisher: Well that brings his
total up to twelve. Your friend got twelve more cops he’s willing to lose? I
put Geiger away. He’s not going to stop until he finds me and does the same.
Fraser: So what do you plan to do.
Keep running?
Buck Frobisher: Hey look, you came
here and you warned me. I appreciate it but what I do or where I’m going, is
none of your damn business.
Fraser: You know, I was reading my
father’s diary. It’s the day you pulled him off the icepack.
Buck Frobisher: I was 30 years old
then.
Fraser: So what?
Buck Frobisher: Do I look I’m 30?
Look like I’m 40? That was-- that was when your father and I thought we were
immortal. Boy, were we wrong! Look what happened to him. Look what happened to
me.
Fraser: You’re still the same man
who brought in Geiger when nobody else could!
Buck Frobisher: I’m not the man I
used to be. Right now I’m just a guy who sits behind a desk. No, I’m a guy
who’s running. For his life. Who’s ashamed of what he’s become.
Fraser: No, you’re not. You’re Buck
Frobisher. And you know exactly who you are. The only question is, how long can
you keep running from that…If you need money or, uh, plane ticket...
Buck Frobisher: No, I’m moving on
tonight. I’ll send you a postcard.
[Fraser exits]
[street]
Ray: He didn’t go for it, did he? So
what do you want to do?
Fraser: [shrugs] Nothing. There’s nothing we can do for him. Would you
drive me home? I have to be at work early tomorrow.
Ray: Sure.
[Fraser’s apartment; Dief on
the bed, Fraser on the floor reading journal]
[Buck’s hotel; Buck looks at
photo of a little girl, then an older one of a man]
[outside consulate]
Tourist: Okay. That’s it. [takes picture of wife & Fraser]
Buck: [arriving with 2 horses]
Hop on, son. We have a villain to catch.
Fraser: You ran away but you brought
your dress uniform with you?
Buck Frobisher: No, I rented it. If
we don’t catch him by Tuesday, I have to pay extra. Ready?
Fraser: Ready.
[the horses rear & speed
away; Buck stands up & puts his Stetson back on]
Buck Frobisher Taxi! Okay.
Fraser: So where do we start?
Buck Frobisher: What I know about
the south side, everything tells me that’s where he’s headed.
[27th precinct]
Elaine: Geiger, Harold. Ooo! He’s a nasty one.
Ray: Any known accomplices,
girlfriend, cellmates? Anybody in the city he might try to shack up with?
Elaine: Local boys. Here we go. Ho,
Walter...Um, robbery, multiple counts, currently on parole. Trager,
James. Armed robbery, manslaughter, currently on parole. Welker, George, murder
one, attempted murder, mayhem, armed robbery, assault with a deadly weapon…
Ray: On parole.
Elaine: Escaped and at large. I’m
printing out last knowns, but the parole office could
have more current addresses. I’ll call when I get them.
Fraser: Thank you kindly, Elaine.
Ray: You’re a gem, Elaine. Come on
boys. Let’s move.
Buck Frobisher: We appreciate your
thoughtfulness, Miss.
Civilian Aid: Now there’s a country
that knows what to export.
Elaine: Absolutely.
[Riv; outside of bar, same
one as in the Pilot]
Ray: Okay. This is going to take
some teamwork so listen up. Here’s how it’s going to be. I go to the front
door, you stay in the car. I go into the bar, you stay in the car. I question
the locals of the whereabouts of one Walter Ho, you stay in the car. When I get
back here, where do I find you guys?
Fraser: In the car?
Ray: Exactly. [exits]
Buck Frobisher: Let’s go.
Fraser: Right. Oh--Dief, when I come
back I expect to find you in the car. Oh, uh, before we go in, there’s
something I should tell you.
[inside the bar]
Ray: Hey, hey,
Chuck! Long time, no see.
Chuck: Get out of here, Vecchio. Get
the hell out of my bar. I don’t need any more trouble!
Ray: Aw, come on, Chuck. You worry too much.
Chuck: I just got this place put
back together. You know how much it cost? I can’t even get insurance anymore
because of you! Someone get this goof out of here.
Ray: Look, Chuck, I’m just looking
for a little-- [thug grabs him from
behind & takes his gun] Look,
Chicago PD, pal. Don’t make me use my gun. That’s it. That’s my gun, don’t make
me use it.
[the back door crashes open]
Buck Frobisher: May I have your
attention please? [the music stops and
everyone points their guns at him] Thank
you.
Fraser: [aside] Could I have one
quick word?
Buck Frobisher: Anybody carrying
illegal firearms please place them on the bar. You’re under arrest. [all guns are cocked and Chuck ducks] That’s very good. Now place them on the
bar.
Fraser: You see, I’ve been here
before, and what I’ve found is this is--
Buck Frobisher: Ah…right. Local
custom. All right. We’re prepared to overlook the firearms infractions, it
being hunting season and all. [knife is
thrown & it hits the door frame by his shoulder] No, no, sir, you keep
that. All we want is information on the whereabouts of one Walter Ho.
Guy Holding Ray: You want to know
where Ho is?
Fraser: You see, it’s usually at
this point that they’ll start shooting, so if might I suggest we take cover
behind that small wall there.
Guy Holding Ray: Vincent, tell them
where your father is.
Vincent: 956 Dearness St.
Buck Frobisher: Thank you, young
man. Excuse us. Very nice people these Americans. You hear these stories but...
[they exit through the front
door]
[building hallway]
Ray: I’m telling you, this is a
waste of time. There’s no way he gave you the right address. I mean this is the
guy’s father.
Buck Frobisher: You’re right. Could
be a trap. Now, we go in ready for
trouble. [they burst in] All right. Nobody move! [it’s a bingo parlor!] Get your hands on the table. Get those
daubers where I can see ‘em. [spies a guy
with a walker] You pops – hands in
the air! [the guy complies, and falls over backwards!] Oh, sorry.
[outside; the guy is being
carried out on a stretcher]
Ray: Did anybody
check this guy’s birthday before we started out on this manhunt? Walter Ho was
91 years old. Wouldn’t you say the trail’s a tad cold?
Fraser: Might have worked with
Geiger early in his career.
Ray: Early in his career?! This guy
started out with the James gang. All right, where to next?
Buck Frobisher: 907 Mill Street Rd.
I’ve run into this guy before. We’re not going to find him in any bingo parlor.
Trager, James.
[cemetery]
Buck Frobisher: Born, February 13th
1937. Died November 2nd 1993.
Ray: Okay, I’ll get the shovel, you
handle the interrogation.
Buck Frobisher: That man was several
years younger than me. You know, I always used to think that I’d want to see my
enemies in their graves before I die. Strange feeling. Now that it’s actually
happened.
Fraser: All right, George Welker. We
have no whereabouts on him. He escaped from Pelican Bay eight months ago. Maybe
the FBI has a lead.
Buck Frobisher: I think we’ve
covered enough ground for today.
[Buck Frobisher’s
hotel lobby]
Fraser: Sergeant? We will find him.
Buck Frobisher: We always do.
[Fraser exits]
Fraser: [to Dief] Think you can find our way home? [pauses] ‘I’m here 24 hours a day.’ Where’s the guy behind the
desk?!
[he’s on the floor, unconscious or dead]
[Buck Frobisher’s
room; Geiger attacks… they scuffle… Geiger goes to stab him, but Fraser bursts
in… Geiger jumps out of the window]
Fraser: [to Dief] The roof.
[Fraser leaps out the window
after Geiger & climbs to the roof; Dief does some fancy jumping to get the
door open while Geiger & Fraser fight; Geiger stabs Fraser in the right
leg; Geiger escapes as Buck comes onto the scene]
Buck Frobisher: That man’s been
working out. [sees Fraser] My God.
[hospital]
Ray: [to cop] All right, stay here. Nobody gets on this floor. [to Frobisher] How is he?
Buck Frobisher: They got the
bleeding stopped right away. It looks
like he’s out of danger.
Ray: What did they get him with, a
knife?
Buck Frobisher: Very deep. Doctors
seem to know what they’re doing.
Ray: Damn it. He in there?
Buck Frobisher: Recovery. Soon as
they know he’s okay, they’ll move him.
Ray: You know, I can’t believe it. I
mean like -- it’s like Fraser was invincible. I mean...
Buck Frobisher: Yeah, happens to the
best of us.
Ray: Yeah.
[Geiger is wheeling a body
on a gurney down the corridor]
Doctor: DOA?
Geiger: Knife wound.
[pulls back the sheet to
reveal a weapon, and hits the doctor in the face; keeps going]
[Fraser’s hospital room]
Nurse: You’ve got the room to
yourself. Are you really a Mountie?
Fraser: Yes, ma’am.
Nurse: You know I got a nephew in
Canada. His name is Gerald Simpson, you know him?
Fraser: Yes.
Nurse: Really? [Fraser smiles] You know I was, um… [Vecchio enters] You’re not supposed to be in here yet.
Ray: Yeah, I know that. There’s a
cop outside. Would you like to report
me? [ushers Nurse out] Thank you very much. [to
Fraser] How’s it going?
Fraser: They tried to cut off my
boots.
Ray: No!
Fraser: Right up the side. I
wouldn’t let them.
Ray: Well I don’t blame you. Lose a
leg, sure, but a good pair of boots isn’t easy to replace. Does it hurt?
Fraser: Yes, Ray.
Ray: Would you like a little more
fluid?
Fraser: No, thanks. How’s Dief?
Ray: Oh, I rented him Rin Tin Tin, he’s thrilled.
Fraser: Thanks. Is Sergeant
Frobisher out there?
Ray: Yeah. Would you like me to send
him in?
Fraser: Please.
Ray: Oh, I’m gonna, um, go down to
the store. Do you want anything?
Fraser: Like what?
Ray: Oh, I don’t know, I was
thinking maybe The Yukon Gazette or Toboggan Today.
Fraser: [chuckles] No, I’m fine.
Ray: Okay.
[Geiger breaks into elevator
shaft & throws a grappling hook]
[Fraser’s room]
Buck Frobisher: How are you doing?
Fraser: I’m okay. I wanted you to
know it wasn’t your fault.
Buck Frobisher: How do you figure
that?
Fraser: Well, he surprised me, too.
I walked right into it.
Buck Frobisher: Well, as I recall,
you kicked your way into it, and you won’t be doing that again too soon.
Fraser: No, it doesn’t look like it.
Buck Frobisher: It’ll get well if
you stay off it. But that’s the hard part. You know when it happened to me I-I
told myself, ‘You get back up and get out there or they’re gonna put you behind
a desk.’
Fraser: Oh. I can’t imagine that--
I’m sorry.
Buck Frobisher: Well, there’s worse
places. We visited one yesterday.
Fraser: I think, um, I think you
should take up Ray’s offer.
Buck Frobisher: Protective custody,
yeah. Be the smart thing to do. Well.
You take it easy, get some rest.
Fraser: Yeah, that would be the
smart thing to do.
Buck Frobisher: You remember that
wallet that you stitched for your father when you were just a little kid?
Fraser: He showed you that?
Buck Frobisher: He used it until it
started to fall apart and he used it even after then. When I brought him out
that time – it must have fallen out of his pocket and got lost. When he got out
of the hospital, the first thing he did was go back up there to try to find it.
Fraser: Did he?
Buck Frobisher: Yeah.
[Geiger rides under elevator
car, opens the doors, and throws cop down elevator shaft]
Nurse: Excuse me, sir, you can’t be
up here.
[Geiger searches through every room… he
& Frobisher fight in hospital hallway; Fraser hears the scuffle and drags
himself out of bed; Vecchio sees the open elevator doors and breaks out his
gun]
Nurse: Down there! Down there!
Ray: Call it in! Call it in! [to Geiger, about to throw something] Drop it! Drop it!
[Geiger throws knife (just missing Buck)
and starts running]
Ray: Stand clear, I said! Stand clear!
[Geiger tackles Vecchio
& takes off; Vecchio follows, but Geiger escapes down the elevator shaft]
Fraser: Ow. Ow. Ow. Did he make it?
Ray: He threw himself down an
elevator shaft.
Fraser: He made it. Where’s Buck?
[Buck grabs his Stetson
& takes off down the stairs]
Fraser: Ow. Ow. Ray,
could you? [hold his gown together]
Ray: Do I have to?
Fraser: Thanks, Ray.
Ray: Where the hell did Frobisher
go?
Fraser: After Geiger.
Ray: Where are you going?
Fraser: To get my uniform.
Ray: Then what?
Fraser: Then we go after Frobisher.
Ow.
Ray: Oh yeah, this makes sense. We
got half the police department after this guy, but is he going to worry about
that? No, he’s got two limping Mounties on his tail.
Fraser: Ow. Ow.
[outside hospital; cops all
pull up, and miss Geiger escaping. Buck
emerges and gets onto a police motorcycle]
Buck Frobisher: Stand back, son.
There’s a villain on the loose. [motorcycle
does a wheelie and zooms away; Buck stands up from the street] Taxi!
[street corner; Geiger
throws a guy out of his Mercedes]
Car-jacked guy: Hey!
[Geiger gets in and speeds
away]
Geiger: [on car phone] George?
Harold. Look, I need some help.
Car-jacked guy: Not again!
[the Riv; night]
Fraser: Slow down a little...stop.
Ray: What? You see another bent
twig?
Fraser: No, it’s a gum wrapper and
there appears to be something inside.
Ray: Of course there is--disease!
Someone had that in their mouth. Now don’t be opening that in my car.
Fraser: Geiger gave up smoking in
prison, using nicotine gum.
Ray: Oh that’s good. God forbid he
should have any bad habits. Oh no! You’re tasting things again? Oh that is the
grossest thing that I’ve ever seen!
Fraser: It’s nicotine, all right. I
see it.
Ray: What? More gum?
Fraser: No a red uniform.
[Fraser & Vecchio
approach Buck, waiting near a building]
Fraser: Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Buck Frobisher: Did you find the
gum?
Fraser: Yes.
Buck Frobisher: He’s in there and
he’s got company.
Fraser: How many?
Buck Frobisher: Five, heavily armed.
Ray: That’s it. We call in a
tactical team.
Buck Frobisher: You call in anybody
you want. I’m going in there myself.
Fraser: You think that’s a wise
idea?
Ray: There’s no discussion here,
Buck.
Buck Frobisher: Look. One week ago
that man in there stole my self-respect. At least I let him steal it. Now I
want him to know I’m taking it back, now. I’m going in alone.
Fraser: I understand.
Ray: You understand?! Let me suggest
another interpretation to you. That is the stupidest reason I’ve ever heard in
all my life!
Buck Frobisher: All right. I won’t
be long.
Fraser: Oh, one thing. If we should
happen to feel that he’s also stolen something from us...
Buck Frobisher: Well, you come too.
Fraser: Good.
Ray: This has gone far enough. Okay.
Let me point something out to you that your sharp Mountie eyes might have
missed. See those windows up there? There are men in those windows with sniper
scopes and high-powered rifles. Do you see any cover between here and there?
No. Which means there’s no way to get from here to there without being seen or
killed.
Fraser: He’s absolutely right.
Ray: Which is a shame because if
there was, I’d be the first to say, ‘Let’s do it.’
Fraser: Hmm...Unless....
[in the sewer; they are
canoeing]
Ray: I’ve never been so humiliated
in all my life
Fraser: Would you hold the lantern a
little higher, Ray? If we bump the sides we’ll have to return the canoe
scuffed.
Ray: Do you have any idea what’s in
this water?
Fraser: I would suspect a high
percentage of ammonia, phosphorus and cyanide.
Ray: Wrong. Rats. Rats this big. And
you know what they’re doing? They’re laughing at us. I’m in a canoe with two
wounded Mounties and I’m being humiliated by rats.
Buck Frobisher: I think we’re
getting close.
[hideout]
George: It’s been seven hours,
Harold, he’s not coming.
Geiger: He’s coming. I laid out a
trail of clues for him even a blind man could follow.
George: And he’ll bring the whole
damn Chicago PD.
Geiger: I know him. He will come
alone.
George: You see any squad cars? I
want to hear about it before they get here!
[stairwell]
Fraser: Ow. Ow.
Buck Frobisher: Ow. Ow.
Ray: Will you please
take these?
Fraser: Well, I try to stay away
from non-prescription medicines, Ray.
Ray: It’s aspirin.
Fraser: Still it has side effects.
Ray: [through gritted teeth] Just take ‘em.
Fraser: All right All right.
Buck Frobisher: I’ll take a couple
of those.
Ray: Okay, now the way I see it is,
I’m the only one with a gun, right?
Fraser & Buck Frobisher: Right.
Ray: So let’s take ‘em one at a
time.
[bad guy passes by]
Fraser: Excuse me! [Fraser punches him & dumps him in a
box] Good plan.
Buck Frobisher: Let’s split up.
[they sneak around quietly]
Buck Frobisher: Excuse me [punches him 4 times – it just makes the guy
mad]
[All scuffle: Fraser with
beefy guy, Vecchio with sneaky guy, Frobisher with mad guy, then with Geiger]
[Fraser knocks out the beefy
guy]
Fraser: Hello? Thank God!
[Sneaky guy about to hit
Vecchio with a crowbar, but Fraser swings from above & knocks him down,
crumpling in a heap himself]
Ray: Thanks.
Fraser: No problem.
[Geiger goes over the
railing and is dangling one-handed]
Ray: He’s not
gonna…?
[Buck pauses, then grabs
Geiger’s arm to pull him up… Geiger gets out hunting knife and…]
Fraser: Nooo!
[…Buck grabs him…]
Buck Frobisher: Not this time!
[…forces the knife from his
hand, and pulls him up]
[outside hideout; day. Cops
are carting off all the bad guys]
Geiger: See you again.
Buck Frobisher: I’ll be waiting. [to cop] If you get a chance, shoot him.
[to Fraser] You stay off that leg
now.
Fraser: I’ll do that. Did you call
Julie?
Buck Frobisher: Yeah, she’s going to
pick me up at the airport. You know about her and Bruce.
Fraser: Yeah, I was sorry to hear
that.
Buck Frobisher: That happens. She
was in love with someone else.
Fraser: So she said. You know the
fellow.
Buck Frobisher: Yeah. Nice guy. Kind
of guy who’d never let a friend down.
Fraser: Sounds like a good man.
Buck Frobisher: Yeah. Goodbye,
Fraser.
Fraser: Good bye.
Buck Frobisher: Taxi!
Fraser: Can I offer you a ride?
Buck Frobisher: Absolutely.
[they mount two horses]
Fraser: Ready?
Buck Frobisher: Let’s go, son. We’ve
got a plane to catch.
[the horses rear and they
ride off together]
End