<Doo
Mah>
[Natural History Museum of Chicago; night]
Fraser: I'm
almost done,
Ray.
[checks motion
detector]
Ray: Look, you
touch that thing one more time, you're going to wear a
hole in it.
Fraser: Well,
any job worth doing is worth well, Ray.
Ray: You're
protecting rocks, Fraser.
Fraser:
They're not just rocks, Ray. They are transformation
masks. Hand-carved basalt, over a thousand year old. You
know, the Tsimshian people used them in a winter ceremony
to pray that the gods will return the sun to them in the
spring.
[steps on pressure
plate: *beep*]
Ray: Yeah,
well, they give me the creeps.
Fraser: Well,
you should stop looking at them.
Ray: They're
looking at me!
Fraser: You
know, it's interesting you should say that, because that's
what they're intended to do. You see, the inner mask has
its eyes open, and the outer mask has its eyes closed, and
they interlock, one inside the other. It's the only
matching set in existence.
Ray: Yeah,
well that's great, can we go now?
[walks away, not
looking
back]
Fraser.
Fraser:
Coming.
[waves hand in front
of a motion detector]
Ray:
Fraser.
Fraser:
Coming.
[waves Stetson in
front of detector]
Ray:
Fraser!
Fraser:
Yep.
[they walk through the museum]
Fraser
: In 1879 the masks were confiscated by an Anglican priest
named Duncan, who had been sent to convert the Tsimshian.
And as was the custom in those days, he took their
religious symbols from them. He later sold the masks to
two separate countries and they're finally being reunited
after more than 100 years.
Ray: So?
Fraser: It's
an important moment of history for both Canada and France.
Not to mention the political, cultural and religious
significance it holds for the North American native
people.
Ray:
And?
Fraser: Worth
over a million dollars.
Ray : Oh, now you're talking.
[they’ve parted ways]
Ray : The car is this way.
[Vecchio doubles back and follows
Fraser]
[museum lobby]
Thatcher
: It was the summer I spent at the Sorbonne. I was young,
and a trifle naïve, I'm afraid.
Curator
(Robinson): Yes, what artist’s model isn't? Do you still
have the sketches?
Fraser:
Sir?
Thatcher:
[sighs]
What is it, Fraser?
Fraser: I've
completed my inspection of the security systems, I've
checked the motion detectors, the emergency back-up
system, the pressure plates, and examined the perimeter of
the building.
Ray:
Twice.
Thatcher:
Fine. Carry on.
Fraser: May I
introduce Detective Vecchio. Mr. Robinson is the museum's
curator. And I believe you know Inspector Thatcher.
Ray: Hello,
Mr. Robinson.
Robinson:
Police.
Constable, the museum has a well-deserved reputation for
top-notch security, I think that we have it covered.
Fraser: Yes,
sir. Still--
Thatcher:
Thank you, Fraser. I think we should let Mr. Robinson get
home to his family.
Robinson:
Well, it'd be a long drive. My parents live in
Pensacola.
Thatcher:
Really. I love Pensacola. Where is that exactly?
[she & Robinson
exit]
Ray: I think
she wants him.
Fraser: For
what?
[security guard
turns off
lights. Music:
‘Ragged Ass Road’ by Tom
Cochrane]
[outside the museum; Fraser pauses as they walk to the
car]
Ray: They'll
still be there in the
morning. Come
on.
[inside the museum; burglars appear at a vent in the ceiling, directly above the masks’ case; Burglar 1 (David) checks through goggles for the laser beams; Burglar 2 lowers him down to the case by a rope and winch]
[outside the museum]
Ray: The Dragon
Lady and Mr. Museum Guy. Oh, she must be
desperate.
[inside the museum; David cuts a large hole in the top of
the glass case, removes the masks, and places them in a
sack]
David:
[whispers]
Okay.
[Burglar 2 begins
to pull the sack up; the security guard checks the door,
startling them; David grabs the case to steady himself,
and the circle of glass drops to the floor, setting off
the alarms… Fraser and Vecchio run back to the
museum]
David:
[urgently, as he
dangles]
Pull me up. Pull me up. Pull me up!
[the winch motor shorts out]
David : Pull me up!
[security guard speaks into walkie-talkie, alerting other guards]
David : Hurry, Come on! Pull me up!
[Burglar 2 escapes back though the vent]
David : Don't leave me here!
Ray : [to guard] All right, we got it. [to still-dangling David] Freeze! Let’s see the hands.
[Vecchio pulls off the burglar’s mask]
[Meanwhile Fraser
chases Burglar 2 across the museum roof; Fraser loses him…
then the burglar jumps from above, knocking Fraser off the
roof… Fraser dangles by his fingertips as his Stetson
floats to the ground; Burglar 2 stands above
him]
Fraser:
Eric?
[Burglar 2 runs off]
Fraser
: Eric!!
[a Raven flies
toward Fraser, making him lose his grip; he falls… right
into a trash
dumpster]
[outside the museum]
Ray: So you
fell.
Fraser: Yes, I
fell.
Ray: *You*
fell.
Fraser: Yes,
Ray, *I* fell.
Ray: Oh no, you
see, that just doesn't make any sense, because Mounties
don't just fall – they leap, they bound, they grand jeté,
but they don't just fall.
Fraser: I
think I knew him.
Ray: Who, the
thief?
Fraser:
Yes.
Ray: And you
got a good look at him while you were dangling
there?
Fraser: Well
no, Ray, of course not. The truth is I'm not exactly sure
what it was I
saw.
[27th precinct; interrogation room]
Ray: We've got
your picture out on the wire. Sooner or later it's going
to come back with a name and a place. And you would have
wasted a great deal of this detective's time, and in the
process made him very angry. So why don't you make it easy
on yourself?
David: I told
you, I came to see a Blackhawks game.
Ray: You know,
the museum’s a funny place to be catching a game.
Fraser: Your
partner took the masks and left you hanging there. Why are
you protecting him?
David: I got
nothing to say.
[Vecchio slams
David’s head onto table]
Ray: Let me
tell you something--
Fraser: Ray!
Ray-Ray-Ray-Ray. He's right. There's nothing he can do for
us.
Ray: Well,
there's nothing we can do for him.
[exits]
Fraser:
[speaks Tsimshian,
sounds like “namoxinee?” and
subtitled]
“Would you like a glass of water?”
[David’s head whips around, but he says nothing; Fraser exits]
[corridor]
Ray: What was
that? Some form of secret Canadian you only speak to one
another?
Fraser:
Tsimshian.
Ray: Oh, that
was going to be my next guess.
Fraser: I'm a
little rusty, but he seemed to understand what I
meant.
[he gets a paper
cone and fills it with water from a fountain]
Elaine: Oh,
there you are. You're right, he's Canadian. One
misdemeanor, charges dropped. David…Kitikmeot is his name,
from…Nakina?
Fraser:
Na-ki-na.
Ray
: That's Canadian, Elaine, for frozen, or cold, or maybe
even tundra.
Fraser: Thank
you kindly, Elaine.
Elaine: Not so
fast. Welsh wants to see you, you've got
visitors.
[flips hair at
Fraser]
[Welsh’s office]
Thatcher: Miss
Duchamp is here representing the French government, and
Mrs. Kelly, the Canadian.
[enter Vecchio &
Fraser]
The masks?
Fraser:
Nothing to report, sir.
Thatcher: You,
uh, weren't able to apprehend the thief?
Fraser: No,
sir, I'm afraid not.
Thatcher:
That's not good enough, is it?
Fraser: No,
sir, it's not.
Ray: Look. He
grand jetéd fifty feet off that roof trying to get that
guy. He's lucky to be alive.
Thatcher: Of
course.
Ray: Nice
shirt.
[it’s
half-untucked]
Thatcher: Yes,
well, you, uh, caught me
changing.
[tucks in
shirt]
Ray: I'm sure
we did.
Fraser: We are
currently interrogating a suspect, a Canadian citizen that
we apprehended at the museum. May I?
[hands Thatcher a
file]
Welsh: Are they
all this polite?
Thatcher: He's
native.
Fraser: Yes,
he is.
Duchamp: That
makes sense. Lieutenant, my government is very concerned.
You see, we have received demands by the Canadian
Aboriginal people for the return of our half of the
masks.
Kelly: As has
our own government.
Welsh:
Meaning?
Fraser: It's a
Tsimshian religious symbol, sir, and apparently they would
like it back.
Welsh: That's
understandable.
Duchamp: But
irrelevant. They sold it to us.
Kelly: And
us.
Fraser: Well,
that would appear to be a matter of considerable
dispute.
Duchamp:
Really.
Thatcher:
Needless to say, if the masks are not recovered by the
gala opening on Saturday--
Welsh: I trust
you can put aside your many open cases and give this one
your complete, undivided attention.
Ray: Most
definitely, sir.
Welsh: I
thought so.
Thatcher:
Thank you for your cooperation, Lieutenant.
Welsh: My
pleasure.
Thatcher:
[to
Fraser]
We'll discuss this later.
Fraser: I'm
sure we will, sir.
Kelly:
Leftenant.
Duchamp:
Lieutenant.
[bullpen]
Duchamp
: Detective Vecchio. I trust you will grant the French all
the courtesy that you extend here to the Canadians.
Ray: Of
course.
Duchamp: Thank
you.
Ray: Au
revoir.
Duchamp: Au
revoir.
[exits]
Ray: Women
101. Learn at least one word in every foreign
language.
Fraser:
Understood.
St. Laurent:
Vecchio!
Ray: For this
one? Vamanos.
St. Laurent:
Freeze, Detective!
Fraser: Ray,
would you…
[hands Vecchio the
water and makes a quick getaway]
Ray: Coward.
Louise! Did I tell you how good you look in green? Now if
this is about our date on Saturday night--
Louise: My
office tells me that you have a minor child in custody
against all good sense and logic--
Ray: Oh, come
on, he's no choir boy, Louise!
St. Laurent:
--without counsel! Would you please explain this to me,
Detective. And please also tell me that you are not
actually interrogating him under these
circumstances?
[Elaine catches Vecchio’s eye, and mouths “It’s
okay”]
Ray: Louise.
[hands her the
now-dripping
cone]
Thank you. [exits
quickly]
[she hands the cone to the next cop to walk
by]
[observation room; Fraser enters & watches David
through the 2-way mirror; David is making a paper
Thunderbird. St. Laurent & Social Worker enter the
interrogation room, Vecchio enters the observation
room]
Ray: Well,
since he's 17 and juvie's full, child welfare’s gonna take
him to a temporary shelter. St. Laurent made a deal with
the public defender to peddle him until charges are laid
tomorrow. In consideration of the conversation that we did
not have with him?
Fraser: He'll
disappear.
Ray: Yeah
well, we don't have a lot of choice. It's out of our
hands… All right, come on.
[interrogation room; Fraser retrieves the discarded paper
bird]
[street; David gets out of the backseat of a
sedan]
Social Worker:
Okay, David. Here we go. We’re just around the corner. You
hungry?
[watching from the
Riv]
Fraser: So what
happens now?
Ray: Child
welfare gets comfortable, turns on the cable, and we spend
the rest of the night out on our bunions, that's what.
[mutters]
It’s a waste of time.
[David runs
full-speed past the Riv]
Ray: I'll
check on the social worker.
Fraser: I'll
take David.
[Vecchio finds the bloodied social worker, and another man is helping him up]
Ray
: Are you all right?.
Social Worker:
Yeah, yeah, I think I'm all right.
Ray: All
right.
[Fraser chases
David into an underground train station; David spots
Fraser, and a wordless challenge goes between them… David
steps halfway onto one train, eyeing the incoming train on
the other platform… David gets on, Fraser gets on… David
bolts at the last second, running to the other train…
Fraser’s way is blocked just enough by another passenger;
he muscles the door open & jumps off his now-moving
train, but he’s too late - the other train has pulled
away… David waves, and Fraser hears the Raven’s
caw]
Ray: I knew I
didn't trust that kid.
[Vecchio and several uniformed cops have arrived too
late]
[Fraser’s apartment; his door is ajar]
Eric: I was
wondering when you'd get here, Mountie.
Fraser: I was
wondering when you would show up... Hello Eric.
[Dief
mumbles]
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Eric: David is
young and idealistic. When we heard that the masks would
be brought together, and David and another Tsimshian boy
disappeared from their village, I knew where he would go.
This Thunderbird is a symbol of a warrior society that is
calling our youth together. Nowadays, when youth feel the
power of the spirit, they are not patient and willing to
leave things to the elders or the proper authorities. They
will take things into their own hands.
Fraser: It was
you, wasn't it.
Eric:
Me?
Fraser: On the
roof of the museum.
Eric: What
took you to the roof of a museum?
Fraser: A
thief.
Eric: David's
friend, Joshua Springer, perhaps..
Fraser: I
don't think so. It was you.
Eric: I was
here. You can ask your wolf.
[Dief
agrees]
Fraser: It was
you.
Eric: I heard
a story once. It tells of a man who became a Raven, and
went to Skyworld to steal the sun. Raven stole the sun and
brought it back to his people so they could have light,
but this left Skyworld blind. Perhaps it was the Raven you
saw on the roof.
Fraser: No, it
was a man that I saw on the roof. And I'm going to find
him.
Eric: You
will?
Fraser: Yes, I
will. And then I will arrest him, and I will return the
masks.
Eric: I'm
gonna find my nephew David, and *I'm* gonna return the
masks.
Fraser: Then
we both seek the same thing.
Eric: Maybe I
could help you. David left a trail, carries a lot of
treasures behind him.
Fraser: Good.
So we understand each other.
[Eric
nods]
Eric: So this
is where you sleep?
Fraser: Well,
yes. You're welcome to stay.
Eric: It's a
bit…cramped.
Fraser: It's
not that bad, once you get used to it.
Eric: You've
changed, Mountie.
Fraser: I've
changed?
[Eric goes to
window & throws his pack out onto the fire
escape]
Eric
: I'll be comfortable out
here.
[morning; Fraser is sleeping, and a girl watches… then she
throws a ball at him, waking him; Dief whines]
Eric: Finally!
I thought you was gonna sleep all day.
Fraser: It's
six in the morning. What are they doing here?
Eric:
Cooking.
Fraser: Did
you invite them?
Eric: They're
my family. I could hardly keep them away.
Fraser: Ah,
Victoria, Albert. It's been quite a long time.
Victoria:
Hello, Fraser. Are you all right?
Fraser: Yes,
I'm quite fine, thank you.
Victoria:
Oh.
Albert: I
brought a TV, I hope you don't mind. We don't want to miss
our programs.
Fraser: No,
please, make yourselves at home.
Albert:
Chicago doesn't seem to have a very good selection.
Fraser: I was
unaware of that.
Victoria:
We're just happy to be here, Fraser.
Fraser: And
why are you here?
Victoria: We
were worried about David, and I've always wondered about
the architecture here.
Fraser:
Ah.
Albert: Have
you found him?
Fraser: No,
but we are looking.
Albert: Well,
you've wasted half the day.
Victoria:
Breakfast?
Fraser: No,
thank you, I'm already quite full.
Eric: Let's
go.
Fraser: Eric, I
have to confess to feeling a little bit of embarrassment,
regarding my incompetence as a host.
[goes into the
closet]
Not to mention some real concerns about
overcrowding.
Eric: I guess
none of us figured on your apartment being so small. Good
thing Sarah and Patty didn't come. Those two girls
couldn't pack light if their house was on fire.
Fraser:
[emerging from
closet]
Right. Well. Let's call Ray.
[knock knock knock; Fraser opens the door]
Sarah: We left
our shoes in the hall.
[there are a LOT of shoes]
[outside; the Riv is waiting]
Eric: I'm sure
they will be fine. Thanks for leaving them the guide
book.
Fraser: Ray,
this is Eric, from the Territories. He's here to help us
look for David and his friend, and he may be able to offer
some assistance in finding the masks.
Ray: Hey,
Eric.
Eric: David
rented a car in Chicago using a stolen credit card.
[hands Vecchio a
paper]
Ray: Oh yeah, I
know where this place is. It's on the south side. Fraser,
there's black smoke coming out of your apartment.
Fraser: Not to
worry. Let's go.
Ray: Not to
worry?
Fraser: It's a
cooking fire, Ray. It's completely harmless. Believe it or
not, there is an entire family of Tsimshian living up
there.
Ray: Yeah
what, are they trying to elect the
pope?
[Riv; Vecchio is driving and looking through a dining guide]
Ray
: Let's see what we've got here… ‘Bellisima's’ …Nah, nah,
too expensive. I don't want her to think I'm trying to
impress her, which I am, but we don't want her to think
that.
Fraser: Ray,
pedestrian.
Ray: Where?
Oh... Thanks.
Fraser: Who is
the ‘she’ you refer to?
Ray: St.
Laurent.
Fraser:
State’s Attorney St. Laurent?
Ray: Yeah-yeah,
I'm taking her out to dinner on Saturday night. Eric,
could you hold the wheel for me? Thanks.
[flips through
guide] Oh,
‘Balardi's.’ [takes
the wheel
back]
Thank you… Nah. I go there too often. If it doesn't work
out, I wont be able to go back there for a couple of
weeks.
Fraser: What
do you mean, if it doesn't work out?
Ray: Oh, you
know it is with women. When they tell you nothing fancy,
pick me up at 8, dress casual, what they
really mean is,
you'd better do it up first class and break the bank at
every turn, or they're going to fit you with goat's horns.
[nudges
Eric] You
know what I'm saying.
Eric: Remind
me to ask you later.
Fraser: I have
no idea what he's talking about.
Ray: Here,
Benny, do me a favor. You pick one out.
[hands him the
guide]
Fraser: ‘Crabs
and Things.’
Ray: Would you
give that to Eric, please?
[Fraser hands him the guide]
Eric: Hey, how
about the ‘Loose Moose’?!
Ray: Give me
that. [grabs
guide] You
guys know nothing about wining and dining women. Eric,
hold the
wheel.
[car rental shop; Vecchio dings the bell loudly, the clerk
puts down his Jughead comic book & comes over; Vecchio
flashes his
badge]
Clerk: Cops.
Cool.
Ray: Look, I
need you to look up a rental that was made using this
credit card number.
Clerk:
[looking on
computer]
Here we go. Oh yeah, I remember this guy. Uh, Indian. Uh,
medium height, dark hair, rented a white mid-size. Very
polite. Canadian driver's license.
Ray: You got a
Chicago address?
Clerk: Uh, the
real one or the one he gave me?
Ray: You want
to expand on that?
Clerk: Well,
I'm pretty sure the one he gave me was made up, but when
he pulled out his credit card there was a receipt from a
rooming house, so I put both the addresses in the
computer.
Ray:
[to
Fraser]
Sneaky. I like that.
Fraser: Excuse
me. If the information he gave you regarding his address
was false, would it not follow that the information he
gave you, vis-a-vis his intention to pay for the car or to
return said vehicle, would also be false?
[clerk stares at him
blankly]
Ray: Give us
the second
address.
[empty lot by the Lake; they approach a stripped
car]
Ray: 8-4-5
Dearness Street. Lying little clerk. Well, your pal
David's probably sitting somewhere laughing at us right
about now. We're never going to find him.
Eric: Let's
have a look.
Ray: It's been
stripped!
Fraser: On the
contrary, Ray. You just have to know what to look for.
Hamburger.
[Dief
woofs]
Fraser: Oh,
all right. [gives
rest of burger to Dief]
Eric: Special
sauce. McDonald’s. His favorite.
Ray: Really,
cause I was hoping this trail of evidence would lead us to
Wendy's!
Eric: Fraser,
look.
Fraser: Ah
yes, excellent preservation.
Ray:
What?
Fraser: You
don't see it?
Ray: No, what?
What is it?
Eric: A
footprint.
Ray: Well, how
do you know it's his?
Eric: Mukluks
leave odd indentations.
Fraser: Not as
odd as a Rez runner, though.
Eric: No,
those are tough. But you know, with a pair of mukluks his
size, his weight, the wear on the soles, his knees are
slightly bowed since birth--
Ray: Oh, come
on, there must be a hundred footprints here! You mean to
tell me there's not one car stripper in this neighborhood
with bowed knees?
Fraser: Ray,
please. The man knows what he’s doing.
[Eric touches the mud, sniffs his
finger]
Eric: Special
sauce.
[Fraser tastes a bit of mud]
Fraser
: It's him.
Ray: I don't
believe this. We're tracking a happy meal!
[Duchamp sits in
car across the street, watching,
smoking]
[street; Eric kneels at the curb]
Ray: Let me
guess. French fries?
Eric:
No.
[Eric continues to walk purposely past the Lexington
Hotel; Fraser stops walking, just looking at
Eric]
Eric: Yes, of
course! I would've missed it. You're still sharp, Fraser.
[goes
inside]
Ray: So what
was it? Apple pie, chicken McNuggets?
Fraser: David
ditched the car, doubled back,
then he went
inside. Eric missed it.
Ray: Why is
this my life? Mounties, wolves,
Tsimshian…
[Lexington Hotel, hallway]
Man: Second on
the right.
Fraser: Thank
you kindly.
Ray: All
right, beat it. [man
leaves] I
hope this doesn't take too long. I've got reservations to
make. [knock knock
knock on room
door]
Police, open up!
[Vecchio sighs & pulls out his
gun]
Eric: Don’t we
need a warrant?
Fraser: I'll
let him explain it to you.
[Vecchio kicks in
the door]
Fraser: You
see? None required.
[they go in, look around; Vecchio finds empty closet; Eric
sniffs the
bedding]
Eric: David was
here.
Ray: Yeah, the
kid travels light.
Fraser: The
second boy from David's village?
Eric: Joshua
Springer?
Fraser: Joshua
Springer. [Fraser
indicates the one plate in the
drainer]
Doesn't eat much, does he?
Eric : Apparently.
[Fraser nods,
suspicious]
[Vecchio in the
bathroom, finds a loose floorboard]
Ray: Hey,
Fraser!
[Vecchio exits, holding the masks]
Ray : Look what I found.
[hands them to Eric]
[street]
Ray
: That was easy.
Fraser: Yes.
Very.
[Duchamp watches them
leave]
[museum]
Robinson: I'm
sure you must feel very conflicted right now. But I want
you to know, because of your efforts, thousands of people
are going to be able to share in the beauty of those
masks. Thank you.
Eric: Will
they pay?
Robinson:
What, admission? Yes, of course, 3.50. Why?
Eric: Oh, just
doing some math.
Kelly: This is
very exciting. I'll call Ottawa.
Thatcher: I've
already taken care of that.
Kelly: The
newspapers should be told.
Thatcher:
Already done.
Duchamp: And
the French government?
Thatcher: I'll
leave that to you.
Duchamp: Thank
you.
[exits]
Ray: How do you
know?
Fraser: I just
know.
Ray: Yes, but
how?
Fraser: Well,
how does anyone know anything, Ray? You just...you
know.
Thatcher: Good
work, Constable.
Fraser: I hope
so, sir. Sir, regarding the masks, is the curator quite
satisfied?
Thatcher:
Yes.
Fraser: And
Mrs. Kelly and Miss Duchamp?
Thatcher:
Absolutely.
Fraser: And
yourself, sir?
Thatcher: I
don't want to hear this, do I?
Ray: No.
Constable Fraser believes it was too easy.
Thatcher: Ah,
he does.
Fraser: Well,
yes, sir. And I believe that if we were to bring in a
native expert, someone who was impartial--
Thatcher:
There are no impartial natives when it comes to these
masks, Fraser. Why don't I suggest a more constructive use
of your time. Sell these.
Fraser:
Tickets?
Thatcher: To
the opening night gala. You have a table to sell. Get
cracking.
[exits]
Fraser: Yes,
sir
Ray: How
much?
Fraser: $100 a
ticket.
Ray:
Wow.
Eric: Party,
huh?
Ray: Yeah,
black tie, a hundred a plate.
Eric: Plus
3.50
admission…
[Riv pulls up to Fraser’s building; white smoke is now
pouring out of the window]
Ray: Well,
looks like we got a pope!
Eric: We're
late. We'd better hurry. There'll be a line up.
Ray: A line
up?
Fraser: Sweat
lodge, Ray.
Ray: There's a
sweat lodge in your apartment?
Fraser:
Yes.
[apartment hallway]
Fraser : Mrs. Garcia. Ms. Krezjapolov.
Ms. Krezjapolov : Don’t think you can cut in line.
[Fraser’s apartment; many people milling around in robes
& towels; a small lodge is occupying most of the
floor]
Albert: Did you
find David?
Eric:
No.
Albert: Did
you find the masks?
Eric:
Yeah.
Fraser:
No.
Albert:
[lifting up the
lodge
door]
Time’s up.
[Fraser extends his
hand to the man coming out]
Mr.
Mustafi
: Hey Fraser! Love your guests. Can I borrow this
later?
Albert: Of
course.
Ray: They
built a sauna in your living room.
Fraser: A
sweat lodge, Ray.
Ray: Like
there's a difference?
Fraser: Oh
yes. A sauna eases tired muscles. The purpose of a sweat
is for spiritual purification.
Ray: Well,
there's no way I'm getting purified. I'm not going to take
my clothes off and sit in 100 degree heat surrounded by
other people sweating!
[Patty approaches him, wearing only a
towel]
Patty: Sarah's
gone with Albert, and I need a partner.
Ray: Okay, so
where do I
change?
[inside the sweat lodge]
Eric: I
remember. You almost fainted the first time I brought you
into one of these.
Fraser: I was
ten.
Eric: You were
scrawny then.
Fraser: I
still am.
Eric: But you
can still move fast.
[Eric pours water on
the rocks; they settle in… Drumming and singing begins,
and so does Fraser’s vision: a man dances with the masks
in front of a bonfire; a Raven caws; Eric is the man; the
mask tumbles through the air & smashes on the rocks;
Raven caws again, and appears, landing on the
rocks]
Ray: You guys
finished? Cause Patty and I are waiting to
sweat.
[Riv]
Ray: You robbed
me of a very important spiritual moment back there,
Fraser.
Fraser: I saw
Eric in a vision, Ray.
Ray: No, what
you saw was a dancing man and a big black bird. Where I
come from this is not called a vision.
Fraser: The
bird is the Raven. The Raven is the Trickster. The
Trickster came to return the masks to the Tsimshian
people.
Ray: Ravens do
not break into museums.
Fraser: No,
they don't, but Eric did, Eric is the Trickster. What he
discovered is that the masks were fake. Now he knew if he
led me to the fakes, I would in turn lead him to the real
ones.
Ray: Oh, so
that's what we're doing?
Fraser: Yes,
it's all part of his game.
Ray: Great.
So, now, we're playing his game and you're tracking by
vision.
Fraser:
Yes.
Ray: Normally,
that would be cause for concern. But seeing that we don't
have any hard evidence or any real clues, dreaming some up
might not be such a bad idea.
Fraser: Well,
we at least have this much, Ray. If the masks he took were
fakes, then someone must have stolen the real ones and
replaced them.
Ray: Well,
that would require a forger.
Fraser: Yes,
it would.
[pause]
Do you know any forgers?
Ray:
Yeah.
[pause]
Fraser: Can we
go and talk to them?
Ray: Sure.
Would you like to do that now?
Fraser:
Preferably.
[hallway]
Fraser: This
was your friend’s only suggestion?
Ray: This is
Chicago, Fraser. Not a lot of call for forgers who carve
in volcanic rock.
Fraser: That
door is ajar.
Ray: Yeah. Not
a good sign.
[Vecchio pulls his gun and enters; they go up the stairs into the studio; there is a man lying dead on the floor… something breaks; Vecchio’s pursuit is blocked; the person escapes to outside… Fraser goes out the open window, Vecchio out the front door; they chase, and Fraser jumps in front of the fleeing person]
Ray
: Freeze!
Fraser: Miss
Duchamp?
Duchamp: I
didn't kill him.
Ray: Tell it
to the judge. Excusez-moi.
[cuffs her hands
behind her
back] You
have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be
used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an
attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be
appointed to you without charge...
[David watches from
behind the
building]
[27th precinct; interrogation room]
Duchamp:
Thousands of dollars of art are stolen every year, and
finds its way into private collections. But for every
dollar stolen, there's ten forgeries hanging in galleries
all over the world. Even experts at the Louvre have
purchased such fakes. Can I smoke?
Ray: No.
Fraser: And
what about the masks?
Duchamp: All I
can tell you is this. When I left Paris, the French half
of the mask was very and definitely real.
Ray: So what's
with all the cloak-and-dagger stuff?
Duchamp: When
I, uh, saw that Constable Fraser was working with the
Tsimshian, I felt it was my government's best interest to
find out were allegiances rested.
Fraser:
Allegiance is based on trust You don't appear to be a very
trusting person, Miss Duchamp.
Duchamp:
Appearances can be deceiving.
Ray: All
right, let's cut through the bull. You killed the
forger.
Duchamp: I did
not. I did not kill him.
Ray: No. You
just dropped by to take his pulse.
Elaine:
[entering]
Vecchio.
[Vecchio takes Duchamp’s cigarette, and goes with Elaine into the hall; Fraser hands Duchamp another cigarette]
Elaine
: Ballistics. The bullet that killed him was a .45, she
had a 9 mil. No match.
Ray: Time of
death?
Elaine:
Between noon and one.
Ray: Thanks.
[she
exits]
Hey, Benny. [Fraser
joins him]
She didn't kill him.
Fraser: I
know. Look out.
[St. Laurent arrives]
St. Laurent:
You have a French citizen with diplomatic immunity in
there being interviewed, and I have a very angry French
official in my office. Now tell me, what do those two
things mean to you?
Ray: Just
another opportunity to see your lovely face, Louise?
[hands her the
file]
She's all yours.
St. Laurent:
Thank you. What's the catch?
Ray: Oh
Louise, I'm hurt.
St. Laurent:
Just wait 'til tomorrow night.
[she enters the interrogation room, and he gets what she
just
said]
Ray: Hey,
Benny! How did you know?
[corridor]
Ray
: Okay, so if it wasn't her, then who was it? No-no-no,
don't tell me… The curator?
Fraser: No. He
may be guilty of forgery, and of switching the masks, but
he's not the killer.
Ray: David.
He's an activist.
Fraser: He's a
thief, not a killer.
Ray: Well…
Eric! No-no,
he was in the sweat lodge with us. There's nobody
else.
Fraser: Well,
actually there
is.
[museum; Mrs. Kelly enters Robinson’s office]
Kelly: Change
of plan. I'm leaving
tonight.
[Riv]
Ray
: The Canadian? The Canadian is the killer? Oh, that is so
unCanadian.
[museum; the masks rest in a foam-lined case]
Kelly: This
time tomorrow we'll be
rich.
[museum parking lot; Kelly & Robinson put the case
into the car trunk, and David appears, holding a gun on
them]
David: You have
something that doesn't belong to you!
[he shoots, hitting the opened trunk lid; Kelly grabs the
case and runs back into the museum; Fraser and Vecchio
arrive as David & Robinson run off]
Ray:
Freeze!
[Robinson
does]
Hands behind your head.
[Kelly runs through the museum, turning off the security system; David follows… she cannot escape, so she hides, gun at the ready; Vecchio runs toward the action; Fraser looks around, hears a Raven caw; a native person takes the masks from the display case & places them into a foam-lined suitcase]
[Kelly fires at David, shattering a display case; Fraser & Vecchio come running; David shoots back, then again; Kelly falls, sending her case shuttling across the floor, into the shadows]
Ray : Police, Freeze!
David : Stop!
Ray
: You don't want to hurt anybody.
Fraser: I
believe she already has, Ray.
Kelly:
Quiet!
Fraser:
Sorry.
Kelly: Get the
case, please. Over there.
Fraser: I'm
afraid those masks don't belong to you. Do they,
Eric?
[Eric comes out of the shadows, holding both
cases]
Eric: I'm glad
you agree.
Ray: What
about the other guy?
Fraser: There
was no other guy. There was no Joshua Springer, was
there?
Eric:
No.
Fraser: No.
There was only you and David.
Eric:
Right.
Kelly: Those
are my masks!
[she turns to point gun at Eric, and Vecchio grabs her; he
stands behind her, and holds his gun at David, who is
still pointing his
gun]
Eric: Maybe you
haven't changed.
Fraser: No, I
haven't.
Eric:
[in Tsimshian,
sounds like “Nee zee grahpola”
subtitled]
“Give me the gun.”
David:
[sounds like
“Zeean!”]
“No.”
Eric:
[sounds like
“Grahpola!”]
“The gun.”
[David throws the gun to Eric; Vecchio shifts his aim to
Eric; Eric points the gun at Fraser]
Fraser: Good.
Now we all know where we stand.
Ray: Drop the
gun, Eric, or I'm going to have to shoot you.
Eric: I think
you've got your hands full, American.
Fraser: Give
me the gun, I'll return the masks, and perhaps the
governments involved won't prosecute.
Eric: I think
that's highly unlikely.
Fraser: All
right, well, let's explore another option. You kill me,
you take the masks, and you escape.
Eric: Now
that's a plan, too.
[cocks
gun] I
shot a caribou once. The next time I looked, he turned
into a man.
Fraser: You
saved my life. I was grateful.
Eric: And
now?
Fraser: And now
you may have to shoot me.
Eric:
[in Tsimshian,
sounds like “wehohwah” ]
“Run.”
[“bengah”]
“Now.”
[David exits]
Eric : You win, Mountie.
[Eric exits, leaving both cases behind]
Ray:
[to
Kelly]
Both hands behind your head.
[Fraser opens the
first case: it has 2 masks; opens the second case: it’s
empty]
[outside; Kelly, then Robinson, carted off in a
cruiser]
Ray: Let me
guess. Eric's disappeared.
Fraser: He
does seem to have a knack for that.
Ray: Yeah, so
I’ve noticed. Well, at least you've got your masks
back.
Fraser: Yes.
It would seem that everything's where it should be.
[Raven
caws]
[consulate; Fraser’s office]
Thatcher: Well,
I'm off.
Fraser: Well,
uh, good. You're off.
Thatcher: Uh,
have you written your report yet?
Fraser: It'll
be on you desk in the morning, sir.
Thatcher:
Thank you. I uh...
Fraser: Yes,
sir?
Thatcher:
Nothing. You won't be mentioning anything outside the
case, will you?
Fraser: Excuse
me?
Thatcher: In
your report. Will anything of a personal nature about
anyone be making it into your report?
Fraser: A
personal nature, sir?
Thatcher:
Don't be coy, Fraser.
Fraser: I'm
not trying to be, sir.
Thatcher: You
know damn well I had...communication with the curator
outside of office hours.
Fraser: Well
no, actually, I-I wasn't aware that... I mean--
Thatcher:
Look, I had--
[knocks a pencil cup
off the desk] --one perfectly innocent lunch with a
criminal. All right. One lunch and one dinner. And a
couple of drinks. I think.
Fraser:
Ah.
Thatcher:
Never mind. Do what you will.
Fraser:
Sir?
Thatcher:
What.
Fraser: Quite
honestly, I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Thatcher: Oh.
Good. Thank you.
Fraser: Yes,
sir. [she
exits]
[Dief
grumbles]
Fraser:
What?
[Dief
grumbles]
Fraser:
Oh, please.
[Fraser’s apartment; sweat
lodge]
St. Laurent:
[voice]
Well, I have
to hand it to you, Ray. You really know how to show a girl
a good time. Different, but good.
Ray:
[voice]
Hey, that's
me. And just wait until you try this.
[hissing, and steam escapes from the lodge
roof]
St. Laurent:
[breathily]
Oh.
Ray...
[outdoors; bonfire; Eric pops a champagne cork, and people
make approving noises; it’s a happy, black tie affair. The
masks are in a place of honor]
Eric: To the
masks.
Albert : To the masks.
Others : To the masks.
<Doo Mah>
End