[airport]
Announcers : Final boarding call for flight 235...Now boarding at gate H.M...Arriving passengers...information desk...Departure at terminal three...Welcome to Chicago O’Hare. Arriving passengers, please proceed to concourse D, lower level, for baggage.
[coming down a busy escalator
is a man in wrist & ankle cuffs, flanked by two men;
they enter a door with a key (“Entry Prohibited”)... they
are US marshals; they all enter another locked door, into
a restroom. One marshall searches it, then prisoner is
allowed to go in alone; the marshals wait outside the
door... one lights a cigarette]
Marshall
1
: You can’t smoke in the
terminal.
Marshall 2: So
arrest me.
[restroom; the prisoner removes the ball in the toilet
tank, and inside are several items, including a key,
screwdriver, and money; he uses the screwdriver on the
screws above the grate above toilet and escapes, walking
nonchalantly out with other passengers and turns... it’s
Gerard]
[Canadian
consulate]
McFadden: Special
Agent McFadden, Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms and this
is--
Borland: Special
Agent Borland, FBI.
Fraser: Well, I’m
afraid that Inspector Thatcher is out of town. I’m
Constable Fraser, Deputy Liaison Officer.
[Turnbull clears his throat significantly]
And this is Constable Turnbull,
our temporary...assistant...interim...associate...Deputy
Liaison Officer.
Turnbull: Oh, sorry,
I didn’t notice you.
[rises & extends hand]
McFadden:
Yeah.
[doesn’t shake]
[Dief whines]
Fraser
: And this is
Diefenbaker.
McFadden: Uh, your
office.
Fraser: Yes,
please.
Turnbull: Would you
like me to hold your calls?
Fraser: Yes, I’d
appreciate that.
Turnbull: And what
reason should I give?
Fraser: I’m
sorry?
Turnbull: The
Americans. Should I say you’re in a meeting?
Fraser: Yes, that
would be good.
Turnbull: Ah. So
it’s not a secret meeting?
Fraser: I’m
sorry?
Turnbull: High
level. Inner agency. Off the record.
Fraser: Not that I’m
aware of, no.
Turnbull: Ah, good.
Of course, if it was you shouldn’t even tell me. So
perhaps it is secret and you just can’t say. If that’s the
case, I understand.
Fraser: It’s not the
case.
Turnbull: Ah. I
understand.
[long pause]
Turnbull
:
[answering
phone]
Canadian consulate, liaison
office...I’m sorry but I can’t tell you that...He may have
ordered lunch from your establishment, or he may not
have.
Ovitz: Who’s in
there?
Turnbull:
Where?
[Fraser’s office; Gerard’s b+w
mug shot is placed on the
desk]
Fraser: He was my
father’s best friend on the force. They went to the
academy together. I’ve known him all my life.
Borland: You had any
contact with him since his incarceration?
Fraser: No.
McFadden: I imagine
not. I mean, the man killed your father. You’re not just
going to pick up the phone and kick around old
times.
Fraser: How can I be
of assistance to you?
McFadden: You seem
very cool about this.
Fraser: Gerard is
serving a life sentence. Whatever my feelings, they ended
with his imprisonment.
Borland: Two months
ago, Gerard reached out to one of your crown attorneys.
Let it be known that he’d be willing to talk about his
involvement in other criminal activities in exchange for
making his life easier.
McFadden: Apparently
he had an arrangement with an American arms dealer named
Lloyd Nash. It’s a name that interested us.
Borland: Last week
Gerard was in transit to testify here in front of a Grand
Jury. Two U.S. Marshals picked him up in Toronto and flew
him to O’Hare, where he disappeared.
McFadden: He had
help.
[pulls the (bagged & tagged) screwdriver from
briefcase]
Borland: We’ve been
looking for him for seven days. We can’t even find his
shadow. And as you said, you’ve known him all your life.
We figured you might be able to help.
Fraser: Well, I
would still have to clear it through the consulate.
McFadden: Grand jury
convenes on Wednesday. We have one day to find Gerard, or
Nash’ll never see the inside of a prison gate.
That’s...our problem. Your problem is the man who killed
your father is out there, enjoying life. Clear it all you
want.
[exits]
Borland: Anything
you can think of. Contacts he might have here, family
members or friends that we don’t know about. We’d
appreciate
it.
[27
th precinct; a
large pile of files drops onto Vecchio’s
desk]
St. Laurent:
Vecchio. You’re going to trial a week from Wednesday on
the Turner brothers case. I’ve turned it over to Assistant
State’s Attorney Hilliard.
Ray: Stress-related
vacation, Louise?
St. Laurent: I’ve
assured Hilliard that you will have a complete and
thorough recollection of the details of the case so as not
to embarrass him on the stand, because if you embarrass
him, you embarrass me. And you don’t want to embarrass me.
Read it.
[exits]
[Fraser
approaches]
Fraser: Busy?
Ray:
Nope.
[Vecchio opens the L-O file cabinet drawer & begins the search]
Ray
: Nash, Lloyd. How do you get
any respect as a criminal with a name like Lloyd?
Fraser: Is that a
serious question?
Ray: Uh, no, Fraser.
Is this the guy Gerard is supposed to testify
against?
Fraser:
Apparently.
Ray: Ah, here it is.
Lloyd P. Nash. Heh. You wanna know what the P stands
for?
Fraser: Is it
pertinent?
Ray: Not even close.
Well, I can see why the State’s Attorney wants him so bad.
Indictments, seven; convictions, zero. Yeah, it seems all
key witnesses have a funny way of disappearing just before
each trial.
Fraser: Where can we
find him?
Ray: Come
on.
[puts file haphazardly in drawer & exits, but Fraser must return to straighten it; Vecchio returns with a heavy sigh]
Ray
: Fraser, if you’re going to
keep doing that, people aren’t going to be able to find
anything around here.
Fraser: I’m
sorry.
[outside Nash’s
warehouse]
Ray: All right, so
here’s the plan. Good cop, bad cop.
Fraser: And I
play?
Ray: Take a
guess.
Fraser: Ah.
Ray: So we go in,
you tip your hat and curtsy. I threaten to burn down the
warehouse if he doesn’t turn over Gerard. None of which’ll
do any good.
Fraser: Well, why’s
that Ray?
Ray: Look, use your
head, Fraser. If Gerard is supposed to testify against
Nash, do you think he’s gonna turn him over to us?
Fraser: Never hurts
to ask.
Ray: Oh, that’s not
true. Sometimes it hurts very much. People tend to shoot
bullets at other people for asking questions like
this.
[inside the warehouse]
Nash
: Make sure they’re all
there.
[to
Vecchio]
You say this guy Gerard is
suppose to be giving testimony against me?
Ray: Hey, don’t play
like you don’t know, all right? The question is, how much
heat do you want to bring upon yourself. Cause it just so
happens I have a pack of matches in my breast
pocket.
Nash: Yeah, I
noticed the bulge.
Ray: You wanna play?
All right, let’s play. What’s in the crate?
Nash: Christmas
decorations.
Ray: You got a
permit for ‘em?
Nash: In fact, I do.
Why don’t you go pick up a warrant and I’ll show it to
you. Now I suggest you and your friend step off my
premises. It’s not a safe place to be standing. A bulb
might burst.
Ray: Look, let me
tell you what’s not safe, all right?
Fraser: We
appreciate your time.
Ray: No, he
appreciates your time, I don’t appreciate anything!
Fraser: Ray-Ray, I
think Mr. Nash understands our position, and if it’s in
his interest to cooperate he will do so. Why don’t you
give him your business card?
Nash: No need. I
have your number.
[exits]
Ray: And we got
yours,
Lloyd!
[to
Fraser]
Why don’t you ask him what the
P stands for.
[outside the warehouse]
Ray
: What did I tell you?
Fraser: When,
Ray?
Ray: Waste of time
and audiotape.
Fraser: You recorded
that conversation?
Ray: Yeah, it’s a
new policy. Anytime I go anywhere with you, I record
everything. Mainly because if I have to go to court, no
jury will ever believe the damn things that come out of
your mouth. Why isn’t this thing turning?
[bangs recorder on the roof of
the
Riv]
Fraser: Did you
depress the red button?
Ray:
Yes, I depressed the
red button.
Fraser: And did you
press play at the same time?
Ray: Of
course I pressed
play at the same time.
Fraser: Here, let me
have a look.
Ray: I know how to
operate a tape recorder.
Fraser: Well, I
wasn’t saying that you don’t.
Ray: Then why did
you ask me if I depressed the red button?
Fraser: Well, I only
meant that sometimes it’s the obvious things that we
overlook, Ray.
[they get into the Riv]
Fraser
: I mean, by way of example. It
was obvious that Nash was operating openly. In fact, he
appeared to be flaunting it.
Ray: Look, buying
guns isn’t illegal. Smuggling ‘em out of the country will
get you arrested.
[bangs recorder on the dash]
Fraser: Still, it’s
not the way you would expect a person to behave if they
were under threat of indictment. One could almost conclude
that he was trying to tell us something.
Ray: Look, if he was
trying to say something I would have heard it,
okay?
[cell phone rings]
What.
Nash: Are you still
recording?
Ray: You’re a very
funny man. What do you want?
Nash: I made a call
for you. The package you’re looking for is at the Waverly
Hotel. Room 311. Told you I had your number.
Ray: He just told us
where to find Gerard.
Fraser: Something
isn’t right here, Ray.
Ray: There’s nothing
right about this Fraser. Nothing at all.
[outside Hotel Waverly]
Ray
: If someone was going to
testify against you, would you tell the cops where he
was?
Fraser: We’ve been
through this, Ray.
Ray: Ah, I don’t
like this, Fraser. We’re gonna knock on that door, and the
shotgun blast is going to remove a portion of my body I’m
not ready to part
with.
[hallway]
Ray
: Benny. Take this.
[offers him a gun]
Fraser: No, I can’t,
Ray.
Ray: Look, two will
get you seven that Gerard’s not even in there. But if we
find him, and he should put up a fight? And try to
escape?
Fraser: Then we’ll
pursue him.
Ray: Yeah. But maybe
I can’t keep up. Maybe my ankle’s going to give way?
Fraser: Ray, are you
saying you need to see a doctor?
Ray:
[sigh]
This man killed your father. If
he should shoot at you, or come toward you in a
threatening manner?
Fraser: Then I’ll
disarm him.
Ray: Okay. Say you
needed to defend yourself. To discharge a weapon, and
accidentally kill Gerard. I’m just saying that I would let
people know that it was self-defense. You don’t have to
worry that I would let ‘em know that it was
anything
but
self-defense.
Fraser: I
understand, Ray. And I appreciate that. But I simply want
to see Gerard returned to prison. That’s all.
Ray: Okay. Let’s go
say hello.
[they kick in the door and find the room empty]
Ray : I knew it was to good to be true.
[Fraser looks out the window to see a man headed down the stairs]
Ray
: I’ll come in from the
street.
[Fraser gives chase; Gerard tries unsuccessfully to
hotwire a car; he runs down an alley, and Fraser
follows...and has to climb over the delivery truck bearing
down on him; Gerard rounds a corner, and Fraser drops in
front of him, then punches Gerard right in the
face]
Gerard: I never
thought you’d be the one they’d send to kill me.
[Fraser bends down to help him up, and a bullet misses
Fraser & shatters the windshield of the car behind
him; gunman continues to fire from a roof as Fraser pulls
Gerard behind the car; Vecchio rushes up the fire escape
to the roof...but the shooter is already gone. Vecchio
finds the shell casings on the
rooftop...]
[Fraser’s office; Fraser
handcuffs Gerard to a
chair]
Gerard: A little
tighter, I can still feel my fingers.
[puts his feet up on the desk]
[Fraser ignores him and dials]
Fraser : This is Constable Fraser for Detective Vecchio, please, it’s urgent...Well, when he does come in, could you please tell him that I’m at the consulate...Yes, thank you kindly. [hangs up, then shoves Gerard’s feet off the desk and puts his boot in Gerard’s chest, shoving him against the wall]
Gerard : Oh!
Fraser
: Who was shooting at you
today?
Gerard: You brought
them with you. You tell me.
Fraser: Nash.
Gerard: Nash?
[laughs]
You really don’t know what’s
going on, do you?
Fraser: Who wants
you dead?
Gerard: Who sent you
looking for me?
Fraser: They shot at
me. They shot at my friend. I want to know what it is we
walked into.
Gerard: What’s
wrong, Constable? People not behaving the way you want
them to anymore? The good guys don’t wear their white hats
and the bad guys don’t like black?
Fraser: You’re going
back to prison, Gerard.
Gerard: I don’t
think so, Ben. The moment you turn me over I’m dead. You
already guessed that much, you just don’t know what it
means.
Fraser: I don’t give
a damn.
Gerard: See, I
forgot for a moment who I was dealing with. You’re Bob
Fraser’s son. I can’t tell you the number of times he
almost died trying to bring some lowlife to justice. He’d
give ‘em his food. He’d carry them on his back. Men who
had done unspeakable things, men he detested, men who had
tried to kill him. But he never brought one back dead.
Because the moment they were his responsibility, he’d
sacrifice himself before letting them die. That’s what
finally got him killed, you know. He was trying to bring
me in and he walked into a trap. You’re cut from the same
bolt. I don’t have to tell you anything more than you
already know. And you’ll go out there and lay down your
life trying to protect me.
Robert Fraser: Shoot
him, son. Shoot him between his rat-like little
eyes.
[Fraser leaves quickly]
Robert Fraser : Don’t walk away from me. This is your father talking!
[Fraser closes the door behind
him and takes a breath; Dad knocks, Fraser lets him
out]
Robert Fraser: The
bastard is sitting in there bragging about how he had me
killed! And all I’m asking is that you do one small thing
for me. Shoot him in the stomach and let him bleed to
death. Think of it as a son’s gift to his father. You did
forget my birthday.
Fraser: You were
dead!
Robert Fraser:
Still, one can have feelings. Not even a card.
Fraser: I am not
going to shoot him.
Robert Fraser: Well,
now you’re being silly. Here. Use mine. They won’t be able
to trace it.
Fraser: Dad, we’ve
been through this. That is an imaginary gun. It fires
imaginary bullets.
Robert Fraser: Well,
it wouldn’t hurt to try, son. Go on, pump a few into his
torso. If it doesn’t kill him, maybe he’ll have a heart
attack.
Fraser: All right.
You want me to try?
[takes gun, shoots three lamps, to no effect]
Fraser
: Satisfied?
[hands gun back]
Robert Fraser: All
right. Point taken. Grab the lamp and crack his skull.
Make it look like a freak lighting accident.
Fraser: A freak
“lighting” accident?
Robert Fraser: Sure,
sure. Happens all the time. Lightning strikes the wire,
sends a jolt through the line. Lamp hops up, hits him in
the skull, splits it in two, you never had a chance to
prevent it. Happened so fast.
Fraser: Dad, I know
what he did. And believe me, it takes every bit of
restraint I have not to walk back in that room and
separate his head from his shoulders.
Robert Fraser: Oh,
you should always go on an impulse, son.
Fraser: But I cannot
do that, and neither could you.
Robert Fraser: Well,
if I could pick up a lamp I would sure as hell try!
Fraser: No, you
wouldn’t.
Robert Fraser: I
would!
Fraser: Dad, you are
only saying that because you’re dead and you know you
can’t.
Robert Fraser:
Exactly! Which is why I’m asking you to do it. If you
really loved me, son, you’d strangle him for me.
Fraser: No. If I
really loved you, I would’ve--
Robert Fraser:
What?
Fraser
: Forget it.
[Vecchio arrives]
Ray: Where is
he?
Fraser: He’s in my
office.
Ray: Is he
alive?
Fraser
: Yes, Ray.
Robert Fraser: He’d
shoot him for you if you asked.
Ray: You okay?
Robert Fraser: Well,
he would!
Fraser: I’ll be
right back. Diefenbaker.
[goes into office]
Robert
Fraser:
[offers gun to
Vecchio]
Hey. Hey,
Yank.
[Fraser’s office]
Fraser : [to Dief] Watch him. If he tries to escape, tear out his throat.
[Dief looks like he just might]
[Fraser leaves his office,
locking the door behind
him]
Turnbull: Anything I
can help you with, Constable?
Fraser: As a matter
of fact there is. There’s someone in my office, I can’t
tell you who.
Turnbull: Ah. I
understand.
Fraser: Now don’t
let anyone go in or out of that door.
Turnbull: Including
myself.
Fraser: Especially
not yourself.
Turnbull: Not in or
out.
Fraser: That is
correct.
Turnbull: But I’m
already out, sir.
Fraser: Yes.
Turnbull: So if I
find myself inside, I should just stay
there.
[Fraser
just...exits.
And is that a vase stuck to
Turnbull’s
hand?]
Ray: Whoa-whoa-whoa,
we’re not taking him?
Fraser: No.
Ray: Fraser, you
want to explain this to me?
Robert Fraser: Son,
did I ever teach you how to make a proper
noose?
[Fraser’s office; Gerard makes a phone call]
[27
th
precinct]
Elaine:
Thanks.
[hangs
up]
Three years ago the ATF got a
tip that Nash was taking a truckload of automatic weapons
into Canada, some small border crossing in Minnesota.
Somehow the FBI got wind of it too, and insisted on being
in on the bust. They staked out the crossing, Nash shows
up, they arrest him and a couple of sidekicks and seize
the truck. They suspected that someone had paid off the
Canadian customs officials, but all the Feds could do was
to report their suspicions to the RCMP.
Fraser: And they
called Gerard.
Elaine: It was his
jurisdiction.
Ray: Yeah, nice
arrangement. He bribes the border guards and the Feds ask
him to investigate his own crime.
Elaine: Here’s where
it gets strange. Nash and his men were released the next
day and no charges were ever brought.
Ray: Hmm. They had
him cold with a truckload of weapons.
Elaine: That’s all
she could tell me.
[FBI agents arrive & head
for Welsh’s
office]
Ray: Ah. Agents
Borland and McFadden. Now might be a good time to tell
them you found their prisoner but you’re not willing to
give him up yet.
Fraser: I’d rather
avoid that.
Ray: Good
idea.
[they exit down the back stairs]
Ray
: So where we going?
Fraser: Back to see
Nash.
Ray: Ah, this is
crazy. This Gerard guy is spinning you in circles. You
know, a con’ll tell you anything to stay out of the
joint.
Fraser: Someone
tried to kill him, Ray.
Ray: Yeah,
Nash.
Fraser: Well, if
Nash wanted him dead, why would he have sent us
there?
Ray: Well, maybe he
wanted to kill us, too.
Fraser: What
possible motive could he have for that?
Ray: You know,
sometimes you are the most annoying man that I know.
There’s plenty of times that I want to kill you and I’m
your best friend!
Fraser: Now Ray,
that’s just not true.
Ray: Look. I don’t
know what this Gerard guy is up to but he’s playing you
like a jukebox and he’s pushing all the right
buttons.
St. Laurent:
Vecchio!
Ray: Oh, God.
Pretend you didn’t hear that.
Go-go-go-go!
[outside Nash’s warehouse;
night]
Ray: Hey Benny. Do
me a favor. Pin this to your chest.
[hands him a paper]
Fraser: It says I am
mentally deficient.
Ray: Yeah, I just
want Nash to know so he doesn’t shoot us both dead.
Fraser: It’s not
going to happen, Ray. All I’m gonna ask him to do is tell
the truth.
Ray: Just pin it to
your chest.
Fraser: No.
Ray: Pin it to your
chest!
Fraser:
No.
[inside the warehouse]
Nash
: Why?
Fraser: Because I
think you know it’s in your best interest.
Nash: Let me tell
you a story. I had a friend. A man who unlike myself dealt
in the illegal weapons trade.
Ray: I wonder who
this could be.
Nash: My friend had
a very sweet setup with some Canadian who would help him
bring goods across the border. This went on for a few
years. And all involved took a small cut and were content
with that. ‘Til one night when things went bad. Now it
wasn’t until later that he suspected his Canadian friend
had set him up in order to make a larger profit.
Ray: All good
reasons for your friend to want to kill said Canuk.
Especially if that snowback was going to testify against
him.
Nash: Well, it may
be true that my friend would like to see this Canadian
below some freshly-turned soil, but not until after he
gives testimony to the grand jury.
Ray: Fraser. Give
him that piece of paper. I think he should be wearing
it.
Nash: When my friend
took his truck to the border, it was loaded with very
expensive automatic weapons. When the same truck reached
the federal impound, it carried only a few cheap handguns.
Now while my friend was pleased to be released with a slap
on the wrist, he realized someone had stolen from
him.
Ray: So you’re
saying that agents from the ATF and FBI stole your
weapons.
Nash: My friend only
knows that he was out a quarter million dollars. This is
not an expense his business can easily absorb. He would
just like someone to pay. One way or another.
Fraser: So you
called the State’s Attorney.
Nash: My friend has
a deep belief in the integrity of the criminal justice
system. He’d like to see it work.
[outside the
warehouse]
Fraser: Nash wasn’t
the target of the grand jury. They’re out to indict the
agents on the scene. That’s who Gerard was suppose to
testify against.
Ray: Oh great, so
now we’re going to help some criminals bring down two arms
of the federal government? You know, I am so glad we have
this on tape. I can’t wait to get back and sell it to
Oliver Stone. What is wrong with this thing?!
Fraser: Did you
check the batteries?
Ray: Look if you ask
me one more time--
Fraser: Sorry.
Ray: Great.
[cell phone
rings]
What....Well, hello, Madam
State’s Attorney!...Uh, uh, which witness would that
be?...No, I’m sorry, I haven’t seen him all day...Yeah,
he’s right here, hold on.
Fraser: Constable
Fraser...Mm-hmm...Mm-hmm...Understood.
[hangs
up]
Well, I’m under arrest.
Ray: Under arrest,
for what?
Fraser: Obstruction
of justice.
Ray: Obstruction of
justice?!
Fraser: Cuffs,
Ray.
Ray: Oh, this is
ridiculous. Obstruction of justice. She’s gotta
be--
[can’t get them unhooked from his
belt]
Out of her--
Fraser: Here, let me
give you a hand.
[tugs & tugs, but the cuffs won’t
budge]
Ray: Eh, forget
it.
[consulate]
Turnbull: I’m sorry,
but I’m not at liberty to divulge that
information.
[27
th precinct;
Welsh’s
office]
St. Laurent:
[to
agents]
How could you be so
stupid?!
Welsh
:
[on phone] All I
want to know is if Gerard is in Fraser’s office
and--
Borland: We asked
for his help. We didn’t ask him to kidnap the guy.
St. Laurent: Is that
how the FBI finds all their criminals, by relying on
helpful Canadians?
Ray: Well, it seems
to have worked so far.
Borland: You know
I’ve heard about you.
Welsh: He won’t tell
us if he’s there.
McFadden: For all we
know, he might be dead. I mean, he certainly has a
motive.
Borland: If he’s
there, tell him to put him on the phone.
Fraser: Well, I’m
afraid he won’t do that.
Welsh: Fraser says
put him on the phone.
[consulate; Gerard is banging on the
door]
Turnbull: In order
to do that, sir, I would have to confirm that there was
someone here.
Gerard:
[voice]
I have to use the bathroom, you
moron!
[Welsh’s office]
Welsh: If he’s not
there, who’s that yelling to use the bathroom?
McFadden: That’s it,
I want Vecchio arrested for aiding and abetting!
Welsh: He said he
never even saw the prisoner.
Ray: Which is
true.
McFadden: He’s
complicitous. He knows where he is.
Ray: Well, so do
you. I want
him arrested!
St. Laurent: Just go
over there and get Gerard and bring him back!
Fraser: Well, you
can’t do that, actually. He’s on Canadian soil, he’s under
my protection.
St. Laurent: That’s
it. Lock him up.
Ray: You can’t do
that, he has diplomatic immunity!
Fraser: Well,
strictly speaking that’s--
Ray: Shut up,
Fraser!
Fraser: Will
do.
[consulate]
Turnbull: If it’s of
any help, sir, I can confirm that we do have a
bathroom.
[outside the
precinct]
Fraser: Thank you,
Ray.
Ray: Don’t talk to
me, I’m in a bad mood.
Fraser: I’m sorry,
Ray.
Ray: Want to know
why I’m in a bad mood?
Fraser: Well, that
would require that I-- Why, Ray?
Ray: I’m in a bad
mood because I’m not used to arresting people and then
immediately bailing them out, okay? It’s embarrassing. Did
you see those guys in lock-up, how they were laughing at
me? This is not a good thing, Fraser.
Fraser: Come to
think of it, I’m not even sure if it’s entirely
legal.
Ray: You want to
know what I found out or not?
Fraser: Oh, I’m
sorry. Please, go ahead.
[into the
Riv]
Ray: I got a friend
down at the Bureau.
Fraser:
Really?
Ray: Don’t be so
smug, okay? He told me ever since Waco, the FBI has been
making a lot of noise about absorbing the ATF. They want
to embarrass them any way they can. And when they heard
about this case, the FBI have been walking around with big
grins on their faces. All of this leading to the
conclusion that, the more I know about this case, the less
sense it makes and I don’t want to know anything else! Do
you understand?
[Agent McFadden leans into the
window]
McFadden: I need to
have a word in private.
Ray: Why?
McFadden: There’s
something you should know.
Ray: Well, I don’t
want to hear it!
Fraser: Ray.
Ray.
Ray: All right,
fine. Follow me.
[donut shop; very busy, lots of
cops]
McFadden: The truck
was seized and impounded, and when they went to log the
evidence it wasn’t there.
Ray: Cruller?
McFadden: Go
ahead.
Fraser: Who had
control of the truck?
McFadden: Two men
from my district office.
Ray: Both ATF
agents?
McFadden:
Yeah.
Ray: So what’s all
this about Gerard testifying against Nash?
McFadden: You think
I want to advertise that the grand jury is about to indict
my own
men?
I don’t even know what Gerard’s
gonna say. He refused to name names until he’s in front of
the grand jury. I wasn’t there. I don’t even know that
there were guns there in the first place, maybe the Feds
took ‘em. I just know that this happened on my watch, and
if my men are involved I have to bring ‘em down. If I
don’t clean my own house, the Feds’ll do it for me. I
can’t afford that.
Ray: That’s why
you’re talking to us without Tweedledum.
McFadden: Let’s just
say Special Agent Borland has his own agenda. I need
Gerard to testify. I’m asking you to turn him over to me
so I can take him in.
Fraser: I’m sorry, I
can’t do that.
McFadden: The grand
jury convenes tomorrow morning. Can I trust you to get him
there?
Fraser: Yes, you
can.
McFadden: Understand
my concern. This guy is doing time for murdering your
father. If he disappears again, or steps in front of a
truck or comes to harm in any way while he’s in your care,
I can guarantee that I’ll have you indicted for murder and
use the full weight of my agency to insure a
conviction.
Ray: Here, try the
one with sprinkles. You take your job way too
seriously.
McFadden: We’ll meet
on the steps of the courthouse and we’ll walk him in
together.
[Vecchio shrugs
assent]
Fraser: All
right.
McFadden: I guess
that’s the best I can
do.
[consulate]
[toilet flushes, and Gerard exits washroom]
Gerard
: I don’t know who’s stupider,
that Mountie or your dog.
Ray: Sorry I’m late.
I had to help somebody with a tire.
Fraser: You helped
somebody with a tire?
Ray: Hey look,
you’re not the only one around here who can turn a good
deed.
Fraser: Well. I’m
sorry, Ray.
[cuffs
Gerard]
Let’s go.
[they proceed downstairs, where
Turnbull is sitting at his desk, his hands over his eyes
and humming Canadian national
anthem]
Fraser: You can open
your eyes now.
Turnbull: Oh, thank
you.
[sings]
We stand on guard for
thee...
Ovitz: Where’d he
go?
Turnbull: Who?
Ovitz: Uh... Never
mind.
Turnbull
:
[sings]
God keep our flag...
[he is gluing a vase back
together]
[street; the boys get into the Riv; Agent Borland gets back into his car, intending to follow them, but discovers his back tire is flat]
[Riv drives by the disabled
car]
Fraser: The FBI’s
tire? That’s-that’s really quite commendable, Ray.
Ray: Thank you,
Fraser.
[hideout: some kind of
warehouse; Vecchio unpacks trunk of the Riv & carries
bedding upstairs; Fraser lights
lanterns]
Ray: You got
everything you need out of the car?
Fraser: Yes,
Ray.
[Vecchio drops bedding onto the floor, sending up billows
of dust]
Ray
: Oh yeah, this is going to be
great for my allergies. We couldn’t go to a hotel,
huh?
Fraser: Since we
don’t know who it is that’s looking for him, we don’t know
what their search capabilities are.
[to
Gerard]
Raise your hands.
[removes cuffs]
Ray: Oh yeah, just
take those off. We’ll go on the honor system here, Fraser.
What are you thinking?
Fraser: He’s not
gonna run.
Ray: Oh, did he give
you his word as a Mountie?
Fraser: No. He just
knows if he tries, I’ll kill him.
Gerard: You got me
so terrified I won’t be able to sleep.
Ray: Oh, Benny, can
I have those back please?
Fraser: Sorry.
[he hands Vecchio the cuffs, and Vecchio puts the cuffs
back on Gerard]
Ray
: Sleep tight.
Fraser: Ray.
Ray: One more peep
out of you and I’m going home.
[Vecchio makes a pallet out of
5 pillows; Fraser unrolls a thin sleeping
bag]
Ray: Need a
pillow?
Fraser: No. Thanks,
Ray.
Gerard: I’d like
one.
Ray: Did I ask
you?
[Fraser sits & calmly watches Gerard; Vecchio lies down with a sigh, then shifts uncomfortably, then gets up]
Ray
: That’s it. I can’t sleep
here. I’ll take first watch.
Fraser: All right.
Thanks, Ray.
Ray: Yeah, yeah,
yeah.
[Dief takes over Vecchio’s
bed]
Gerard: You are just
like your father. You put duty above everything else. Duty
to the force, duty to your friends, even duty to your
enemies. I can’t say I understand it, but I admire
it.
Fraser: You know,
I’m not really interested in talking to you so I suggest
you go to sleep.
Gerard: His greatest
strength was his greatest weakness. You could always
predict exactly what he was going to do. I knew I could
count on him. And I knew I could count on
you.
[Fraser tosses his boot knife
with great force at Gerard; it sticks into the wood next
to Gerard’s head; Fraser rises and retrieves his
knife]
Fraser: I’m
just...not really in the mood to talk.
Gerard:
[laughs]
Have a good sleep.
Robert Fraser: Psst.
Look what I made for you, son.
[dangles a noose above Gerard’s head]
Fraser: Oh,
Dad.
Robert Fraser: All
right, all right. Deep down I knew you couldn’t do it. If
you could just go over there and kick him a few
times.
[Fraser watches through the window as Vecchio patrols
below; a gray car is hidden in the shadows...]
Fraser
: I knew you were in trouble,
you know.
Robert Fraser: What
do you mean?
Fraser: When we
talked that last time before you died. I knew something
was bothering you.
Robert Fraser: Ah.
You couldn’t. I didn’t say a thing.
Fraser: No, I heard
it in your voice. I didn’t ask. Do you know how many times
I wondered why I didn’t? Do you know how many times I
thought if I’d just done that--that one thing, maybe you’d
still be here.
Robert Fraser: I am
here!
Fraser: No, I mean
alive.
Robert Fraser: Dead
or alive, you still never listen to me. Just one good
kidney punch! If I could see him writhing in pain, I could
rest easy.
Fraser: It was
always the same with us, wasn’t it. I mean, if I knew
something was bothering you, something personal, I
wouldn’t ask, I wouldn’t push it. I used to tell myself it
was out of respect for you, but the truth is, I was
afraid. It was that fear that got you killed.
Robert Fraser: If
you had asked, I wouldn’t have told you.
Fraser: Why? I could
have helped, I could’ve done something.
Robert Fraser:
Father asking his son, for help? Not an easy thing to do,
you know. It would be like admitting I was old.
Fraser: Or
human.
Robert Fraser: Ahh.
You wait ‘til you’re my age. Wait ‘til some young turk
comes up and says ‘Can I give you a hand with that, Pops.’
See if you say yes. He was my friend, I had to bring him
in myself. I owed it to him.
Fraser: Well, what
did you owe me?
Robert Fraser: Oh,
God. If it’s going to be this kind of conversation--
Fraser: You know,
you were so afraid to open up. It’s as though you chose to
be killed rather than expose your feelings.
Robert Fraser:
That’s ridiculous!
Fraser: It’s more or
less what happened, isn’t it? The thing is, I’m no better,
I mean...I never loved anyone as much as I loved
you--
Robert Fraser: Stop
that kind of talk right now!
Fraser: And I could
never, ever say it.
Robert Fraser: Well
if you did, I woulda hit you... Ah, it’s my fault.
Shouldn’t have left you with your grandmother all that
time. You don’t know until it’s too late, the effect that
women can have on you. For years you’re living a perfectly
normal life, then one day right out of the blue, you start
thinking about feelings and emotions. That was my mistake,
not yours, son. You go ahead, you blubber on.
Fraser: No, I’m
fine, thank you.
Robert Fraser: Well,
you’re not going to sulk now, are you?
Fraser: I’m not
sulking. I don’t sulk.
[Vecchio notices something & draws his gun... and is hit in the head; Fraser notices that Vecchio hasn’t returned from his circuit]
Fraser
: He said I was just like
you.
Robert Fraser: Shows
you how much he knows.
Fraser: He knew what
I was going to do.
[he turns, and is hit in the
face with a
2x4]
Robert Fraser: Look
out, son.
[Gerard rears back to hit him again, but Dief attacks;
Vecchio is tossed into the room by a man, who enters and
raises his handgun...]
McFadden: Call him
off.
Fraser:
Diefenbaker!
Robert Fraser: Good
dog. Bite him again.
McFadden: We’ve come
for your prisoner.
Gerard: You took
your sweet time about it.
Ray: Sorry,
Fraser.
Fraser: No, that’s
all right, Ray. I didn’t see it myself.
[stands]
Robert Fraser: See
what, son? I’m somewhat confused.
Fraser: McFadden and
Gerard were working together. McFadden’s men stole the
weapons, they split the profits.
McFadden:
[to
goon]
Bring the car around to the
front.
Fraser: Of course,
Agent McFadden wasn’t on the scene so he was in the clear.
But he knew if Gerard named names in front of the grand
jury, his would be at the top of the list. So they cut
another deal.
Gerard: I’ll take
the keys.
Ray: Yeah, bite
me.
[goon kicks him, takes keys,
and tosses them to
Gerard]
Fraser: They had to
get Gerard away from the marshals, but McFadden had to
make it look at though he was doing everything in his
power to bring him back. Of course you knew that you could
count on me to not turn you in.
Robert Fraser: Stab
him with your knife, son.
[Gerard takes the knife from Fraser’s
boot]
Too late.
Gerard: A simple
quid pro quo. They get my silence, I get my freedom.
Unfortunately I was forced to kill you and your friend in
making my escape. The irony is, you’re the one who’ll be
blamed.
Fraser: Well, no,
actually, Gerard, the irony is that you’ve just helped
plan your murder. McFadden can’t let you disappear because
he knows if you ever resurfaced he’d be right back in the
same box he’s in now.
McFadden: Give me
the cop’s gun.
Gerard: I held up my
end of the bargain.
McFadden: Yeah,
you’re an honorable man. I appreciate that.
[to
Vecchio]
You get over with your
friend.
Ray: Yeah, carry
me.
[goon kicks him again]
Gerard: If you kill
all three of us, you can’t cover it up. They’re gonna know
it was you.
Fraser: Well no,
actually, I think he’s done quite a good job of reminding
everybody that I have a good motive to murder you. And you
me.
Robert Fraser: Oh, I
don’t think you should argue in their favor, son.
McFadden:
[to
Gerard]
Step away from the door.
Gerard: Go to
hell.
McFadden: All
right.
[shoots Gerard in the arm]
Robert Fraser:
Finally, someone shoots him.
Fraser: Before you
kill him, there’s something you should know about this
man.
McFadden : What?
Fraser
: I don’t understand it now,
but when I was a boy I admired him.
Robert Fraser: For
God’s sake, son, what are you saying?!
Fraser: And I can
still remember the first time he came to visit us.
Gerard: Oh God, do I
have to listen to this?
Robert Fraser: Oh
stop it, son, you’re embarrassing yourself!
Fraser: He stood so
tall in his uniform. You know, I’ve never told him this,
but secretly-secretly I wished he was my father.
Gerard: If you’re
gonna shoot me, shoot me.
Fraser: I don’t
know, maybe it’s just because he was so much taller.
Robert Fraser: He’s
no taller than me! People shrink when they die, everyone
knows that. In life I was six-two!
Fraser: Anyway, the
thing I wanted to say is--
[kneels next to Gerard]
Gerard: Get away
from me.
Fraser: You broke my
heart.
[gets knife]
McFadden: Oh, this
is just too
sick.
[McFadden points gun at Fraser
but Fraser throws his knife – directly into the barrel of
McFadden’s gun; Vecchio jumps up and tackles McFadden;
there is a hail of gunfire as Fraser & Vecchio run
behind a pylon (Dief takes cover in a
box)]
Ray: What the hell
was that all about?!
Fraser: Well, we
needed an advantage, Ray, so I had to unnerve them. And
there’s nothing more unnerving to men than talking about
feelings.
Robert Fraser:
Measure him! He’s not a hair above six-one. Ask him for a
tape.
Fraser: I will not
ask him for a tape.
Ray: I already got
one.
[hands Fraser a tiny tape recorder]
Fraser: This
works?
Ray: Of course it
does.
[playback: Gerard: They get my silence, I get my freedom.]
Ray
: All right. You head for the
door and I’ll cover you.
Fraser: I can’t
leave him, Ray.
Ray: Look, we don’t
need him alive. We got everything we need on tape.
Besides, he’s not going anywhere.
Fraser: I gave him
my word that I would protect him. Look, I owe it to him,
whether he deserves it or not.
Robert Fraser:
That’s where I made my mistake, son.
Fraser: I’m going
for him.
[Fraser dashes out, picks
Gerard up and dashes back...but he’s hit, and drops to the
floor; Vecchio rushes to
him]
Ray: Feel
better?
Fraser: Well no,
Ray. I have a bullet in my leg.
[Gerard runs for it, out the
back]
Robert Fraser: Your
mother was nearly six feet and I was taller than she
was.
Ray: I’m out of
bullets.
Robert Fraser: Watch
this.
Fraser : What?
Ray : I’m out of bullets!
Robert Fraser : [shouts] Let’s get out of here!
[pause]
McFadden: Let’s get
out of here!
Goon: I’ll get the
car!
[all the bad guys take
off]
Fraser: How did you
do that?
Ray: I don’t
know.
Fraser
: Are you all right?
Ray: Yeah. Stay
put.
Robert Fraser : Stay put.
[McFadden and goons hop in car
and drive off; Gerard’s way is blocked, so he smashes
through a window...he tries for the roof, but it’s slick –
he slides off and hangs from the window one-handed (the
other arm was shot)... Robert Fraser appears in the
window]
Robert Fraser: Take
my hand.
Gerard: Ah! You’re
dead.
Robert Fraser: No
time to be choosy.
[Gerard tries to take it...and his hand passes right through]
Robert Fraser : Oh. My mistake.
Gerard
: Ahhhhhhh!
[Gerard falls into McFadden’s car; he falls off as they
swerve, and the car runs into a very large shelf filled
with 50-gallon drums]
Fraser: What did you
do?
Robert Fraser:
Nothing. Just tried to give him a hand.
Fraser: You don’t
have a hand.
Robert Fraser: Well
still, I had to offer it, son. Whether he deserved it or
not.
[Vecchio apprehends Gerard
& holds gun at goons as they get out of the
car]
Ray: All right,
throw down your guns and keep your hands where I can see
‘em.
[courthouse steps; press swarms
as McFadden and Gerard are led away in cuffs; Fraser opens
the cruiser door for (a very injured) Gerard, and slams
the door with angry gusto; Fraser hobbles on crutches over
to Vecchio, who is sharing a “look” with Louise St.
Laurent...]
Ray: So how’s your
leg?
Fraser:
Fine.
[they begin to walk slowly down
the street]
Ray
: Is that the same leg that
they shot you in last time?
Fraser: Yes.
Ray: The same leg
they stabbed you in?
Fraser: Yes,
Ray.
Ray: Your country
give you a medal for getting wounded like that?
Fraser: No, not that
I’m aware of.
Ray: Then I think
you should have this.
[sticks a note to Fraser’s chest]
Fraser:
[reads]
“Please shoot the other leg.”
Well, that’s just not amusing, Ray.
[Vecchio
chuckles]
End