Red, White, or
Blue
[Flashbacks to summarize All the Queen’s
Horses]
[Cook County Department of Corrections]
[Randall Bolt’s prison cell; he dreams of the
chase]
Randall Bolt:
On, you huskies! No, no... oh, oh, no... ah, ah, AH!
NO!
[he jumps up, now awake]
Prison guard:
You got a visitor.
Randall Bolt:
Well, then, there, now. I’m handling my own defense.
[begins to brush his
teeth] So.
If it’s that no-account lawyer, you can feed him to the
pigs while his bones are still soft.
Prison guard:
It’s your brother.
Randall Bolt:
Different story, Morning Glory.
[kisses at the guard, and breathes on him – minty
fresh]
[visiting room; Randall enters, flashes “Peace” through
glass, and picks up the
phone]
Francis Bolt:
You need a haircut, Randall.
Randall Bolt:
Well, at least I still got most of mine, bro.
Francis: Don’t
start.
Randall: Look,
my hairdo is the least of my problems.
Francis: Don’t
let hygiene take a backseat.
Randall: I’m
incarcerated here, Francis.
Francis: It’s
important, Randall.
Randall: I
could be facing lethal injections, isn’t that right?
Francis: Oh, I
don’t think so.
Randall: You
don’t think so, huh. I’ve got a hanging judge out there.
You
don’t think he’s filling up that big needle right now,
getting ready to send me
off to my final reward?!
Francis: No.
No, I don’t.
Randall: Why is
that, Francis?
Francis:
Because the family would never permit it.
Randall: The
family?
Francis: As you
know, the family is dedicated to your cause. Even now,
we’re preparing a care package for the day of your trial.
Planning for the possibility there might be some waiting
involved.
[a military truck enters into an underground
garage]
Randall: What
about the cousins? Are they still behind me?
Francis: As
they always have been. You recall the games we used to
play in Uncle Jimmy’s mortuary?
Randall: Those
weren’t games, Francis. You pickled my dogs.
Francis: Let
the dogs go, Randall.
Randall: They
weren’t dead.
[cries]
Francis: Let
them go, I say. Think instead of Dracula.
Randall:
Dracula?
Francis:
Exactly.
Randall: You
mean-you mean the time-the time the cousins hid themselves
in the coffin?
[men in fatigues walk by crates labeled ‘explosives,
handle with
care’]
Francis: And
Vernon suffered his first asthma attack.
Randall: How is
his asthma by the way?
Francis: Well,
he still suffers, but he’s discovered the attacks are
bearable if he has a knife in his hand.
[they laugh]
[a knife cuts the bindings of explosives crate, and a man
emerges; he pulls out, then uses, an
inhaler]
Randall: What
about Gabe? Are he and Vern still close?
Francis: Like
peas in a pod.
[another man joins the first, and they grin at each other]
Francis : Course Gabe still has his problems. It seems that on occasion he finds himself incapable of resisting the urge to get loaded, and lately he’s developed the taste for things that are somewhat more *explosive.*
[second man begins to load crates onto a military
truck]
Randall: Well,
uh... This news about the family is, uh, very encouraging,
Francis. Very encouraging. Encouragement is what I need
right now. I mean, cause I have been having a devil of a
time in here. Right, fellas? He he he.
Francis: It’s
interesting that you should mention the devil. Our father
was at the pulpit last Sunday. God decided to show him a
vision. He showed him the face of Satan.
Randall: And
what does Satan look like?
Francis: Well,
the curious thing is, from a theological standpoint, Satan
has two faces.
[holds up photos of Fraser and Vecchio]
Randall: Well.
We all have to reconcile our past, don’t we?
Francis: Prison
has made you something of a philosopher, Randall.
Randall: A man
cannot be free, Francis, until he erases his
mistakes.
[spits at each
photo]
[Canadian consulate; conference
room]
Vivian
Richards: Constable Fraser. You’re on a train loaded
with explosives, full of Royal Canadian Mounted Policemen,
and you’re headed toward a nuclear disaster. And you avert
that disaster. Now how does that make you feel?
Fraser:
Feel?
Vivian:
Feel.
Fraser:
Fine.
Vivian: Cut.
Constable. I’d like you to imagine a spotlight. A big
spotlight. Seventy-two thousand watts of a spotlight. And
it is focused on *you.* You are the center of a media
frenzy which we are trying to capitalize on.
[opens door]
Take a look
at these people.
[press focuses on the Mountie]
Reporter : Constable Fraser--
Vivian
: [closes
door]
You’re already on their television sets, and on the covers
of their magazines, but they want more. They want your
inner soul. So let’s think Roseanne. Show ‘em your
scars.
Fraser: With
respect, ma’am
<ahem> I
thought it was our unstated protocol to avoid the
appearance of currying favor with the media.
Vivian: We
sold out to Disney, Fraser. That is about as curried as it
gets. Now, you’re going to have to trust me on this. I am
an RCMP Media Relations Expert, and I’d like us to focus
on the details. Now I want you to tell us how you got from
the horse car to the engine room.
Fraser: Ah,
well. Um.
<ahem>
[flashback]
Fraser : I followed Inspector Thatcher up the ladder, we then ran along the top of the train. Inspector Thatcher stopped, turned, we engaged in a conversation that lead to us discovering ourselves--
[conference
room]
Thatcher: Uh,
Constable! That was terrific, Constable, marked
improvement, but could I have a quick word with
you?
Fraser
: Excuse me.
Thatcher:
Fraser, our, um... What would be the word for it?
Fraser:
Contact?
Thatcher:
Contact. Yes. That’s a good word. Our
contact, in my
opinion, is not something that is needing to be publicly
aired.
Fraser: Since
it had no bearing on the outcome of the event, I agree.
Furthermore, sir, I followed your instructions and I’ve
tried to, uh, erase the...contact...from my memory.
Thatcher: You
have.
Fraser:
Yes.
Thatcher: And
have you succeeded?
[flashback of the
kiss]
Fraser:
No.
[door opens and Cooper
enters]
Fraser &
Thatcher: Ah.
Thatcher: We
were just--
Cooper: Sorry
to interrupt. But, I have a coffee. I also have the
Java. And--
holy moly, I’ve forgotten the sweetener. If you could give
me a couple ticks, I’ll be right back.
[exits]
Reporter:
Constable, if I could ask you just one question.
Cooper: I’m
sorry. I forgot the sweetener. I have no comment. No
comment at all.
[Cooper rushes past the reporters as Vecchio
enters]
Vecchio: Excuse
me, please. Excuse me.
Reporter: Who
are you with?
Vecchio: Who am
I with? I’m with me, Ray Vecchio, the guy who saved
Illinois. Who are you with?
Reporter: Are
you the detective who was on the train?
Vecchio: I just
wasn’t on the train, baby, I stopped the train.
Reporter: Can
I, please, just a few words?
Vecchio:
Sure.
Reporter: Thank
you. We rolling?
Cameraman:
Rolling.
Reporter: I’m
standing now with someone who was actually on the train.
Detective Vecchio, answer me just one question.
Vecchio: Go
ahead.
Reporter:
What’s the Mountie like?
[Vecchio
just...leaves]
Reporter:
Detective
Vecchio?!
[Riv]
Fraser: You’re
not talking?
Vecchio:
No.
Fraser: You’re
really not talking?
Vecchio: That’s
right, Fraser. I’m really not talking.
Fraser: Just
so I can be really clear in my own mind, Ray, other than
telling me that you’re not talking, you are in fact, not
talking.
Vecchio: That’s
about the size of it.
Fraser: I see.
Is there something I should know?
Vecchio: You
should.
Fraser: Well,
this thing that I should know, do you think you could
perhaps provide me with a hint as to what it might
be?
[Vecchio holds up a magazine featuring Fraser on the
cover]
Fraser: Oh. I
see. Well, um. I suppose I should probably just
uh...
Vecchio: Get
out of my car.
Fraser:
Understood.
[Fraser gets out; Vecchio lowers window & flings the
magazine
out]
Fraser: Ah.
Thanks, Ray.
[Vecchio drives off; Francis Bolt watches from van across
street]
[Fraser’s apartment]
[Dief barks and
groans]
Fraser: What do
you want?
[opens the
fridge]
[Vecchio house]
Vecchio
: [looking in
fridge]
Nothing. Every time I open this box, I’m full of hope and
all I get is a choice between dill pickles and asiago
cheese.
Together
: It’s like having your knees cut out from under
you.
[Fraser’s apartment]
Fraser
: He’s feeling slighted, not without justification. I
mean, after all, if you go to extreme lengths and your
efforts
are--
[Vecchio house]
Vecchio
: --ignored it only makes a guy feel like...
ahhh.
[sits on the
couch]
What do I feel like? Am I angry? Am I depressed? Am I just
jealous?
Together : I’m talking to myself.
[Vecchio house]
Vecchio
: This is
ridiculous.
[Fraser’s apartment]
Fraser
: It’s
ridiculous.
Together
: Nevertheless, we really have to try
and talk this
out.
[Fraser talks to an empty chair set in the middle of the
room; Vecchio talks to the
vacant spot beside him on the
couch]
Vecchio
: We put that guy behind bars. He’s ready to go to trial.
Now I walk into that room today, and this little bouncy
reporter comes up to me and I’m thinking, All right, Ray,
here’s your chance. Here’s a little reward for putting
yourself in harm’s way one more time. And what’s the first
question she asks me? “So what’s the Mountie like?”
[laughs
hollowly]
So what’s the Mountie like. He’s Superman, all right? What
do you expect me to say, he’s a moron? He dresses up in
that damn red suit every single day of his life like a
sign post!
Fraser : Come on, Ray, that’s not fair. I don’t wear it all the time. The truth is there are times I wish I didn’t have to wear it. I mean, the thing itches. It itches 365 days of the year. Unless, of course, it’s a leap year in which case it itches for 366 days. But the point is, I don’t wear it intentionally. It’s part of my obligations.
Vecchio
: We are not talking about clothes here, Fraser, okay? We
are talking about you, the most irritating man in the
world!
Fraser : Ray, I know I irritate you, but you have to believe me, I’m not trying to irritate you. It’s not part of some sort of master plan! You know, the fact of the matter is, I often try to imagine how you would handle a given situation. Just the other day, for instance. I saw this woman who was in a wheelchair and she was having difficulty with a set of doors. And so I was just about to help her, when all of a sudden I have your voice in my head. [imitates Vecchio] “Hey, Fraser, what the hell’s wrong with you? You gotta help every cripple in the greater Chicago area? I mean, what the hell you think they have those handicap buttons for?”
Vecchio : So they can feel good about themselves. So they can do something on their own without some do-gooder’s help. But, no, what do you do? You help her through anyway. You wheel her out and you help her into a cab.
Fraser
: Which promptly ran over my foot. But the point of the
anecdote is this: that while I was helping her, I knew
that you would be irritated with me. And I’m sorry, but I
seem-I seem to be powerless to prevent that. I don’t know.
I don’t know if it’s some sort of flaw in my upbringing,
or some genetic abnormality, or perhaps it’s just some
aberrant property
in the Tuktoyaktuk water system.
Vecchio
: Don’t put this on the water, Fraser. This is a conscious
thing that you do, okay? You cover everything up. You
squash it down. It’s like that time with Frobisher, when
that guy, Counter, he stabbed you in the
shoulder--
Fraser
: Geiger.
Vecchio
: What?
Fraser
: The man’s name was
Geiger.
Vecchio
: His name is Geiger
Counter?
Fraser
: No, just Geiger, no Counter. And he stabbed me in the
leg.
Vecchio
: Leg, shoulder, what difference does it
make?
Fraser
: Well, Ray, when you’re the one being stabbed, the
difference is
remarkable.
Vecchio
: The point is, Fraser, he stabbed you. And were you
angry?
Fraser
: I was in
pain.
Vecchio
: We are talking about anger here, Fraser, a human
emotion. Are you human? Because if you are, human beings
feel things, okay? They feel anger, they feel love, they
feel lust and fear. And sometimes, and I know you don’t
want to hear this, sometimes they even
cry.
[Fraser hears knock at door; Vecchio goes to answer
doorbell]
[Fraser’s apartment]
Fraser
: Ray!
[Vecchio house]
Vecchio
: Fraser?
[Fraser hits Vecchio; Vecchio hits Fraser... they pull off
masks – it’s Vernon and
Gabe]
[Francis Bolt’s hideout; Fraser is unconscious, tied to a
chair; Dief is unconscious on the floor; Francis completes
a crossword puzzle (in ink), then dumps a bucket of water
over Fraser’s
head]
Fraser:
Arghhh!
Francis: That’s
a fine animal you have. Fifty percent wolf, if I’m not
mistaken.
Fraser: What
have you done to him?
Francis: He’s
all right. He’ll wake up soon. Please, answer the
question.
[silence]
Perhaps you’re missing a full
appreciation of your situation. You’re tied up.
[cocks
gun] This
is a gun. Ergo, you are my prisoner. So if I ask a
question I expect an answer without hesitation. Now, where
did you get the animal?
Fraser: It’s
rather a long story.
Francis: I have
time.
Fraser: I’ve
forgotten most of it.
Francis: Well,
that’s unfortunate. It’s an interesting story and bears
repeating. Mid-May, 212 miles northwest of White Horse in
the Yukon Territories. Is-- wait, is that territories or
territory?
Fraser
: Territory.
Francis: Thank
you. I crave accuracy. So, you’d been dispatched to track
down big game poachers that were coming across the border
from Alaska. Despite your training, you could not have
foreseen that the poachers would convert a mine shaft into
a bear trap. [Fraser
falls down
shaft] You
have no idea how long you lay there. When you came to, you
discovered you were not alone.
[puppy Dief licks
Fraser
awake]
Your first thought was to save the animal. That’s
admirable. [Fraser
tosses puppy Dief up]
But not
without certain drawbacks.
[rock falls on
Fraser’s head, knocking him
out] When
you came to, you were alone without any visible means of
escape. So you sat down to collect your thoughts. But how
could you have thought that the animal would be so
grateful as to come back and try and repay the favor?
[puppy Dief looks
down from above, whines; a board falls onto Fraser’s
head] You
were knocked out for a third time, but despite the gaffe,
a bond was formed and you’ve been together ever since.
[puppy Dief leaps
down onto Fraser and
waits]
You’re wondering, of course, how I know the details of
this story. Suffice to say, I know many things, and it’s
no accident that you were on board that train. Can you
guess who I am now?
Fraser: Yes, I
think I can. Your name would be Francis Bolt. You were
born in Oregon in 1949--
Francis:
1950.
Fraser: 1950.
You are a theoretical mathematician by training, and a
recluse by choice. You have a younger brother named
Randall--
Francis: Who
you arrested. That was a mistake.
Fraser: He
broke the law. I would arrest him again in a
heartbeat.
Francis: You
would? Well, let’s see what your friend has to say about
that. Shall we?
[kicks rolled-up
rug and Vecchio emerges]
Francis
: Detective Vecchio. I’d like it if you could talk your
friend over there into apologizing.
[removes Vecchio’s
gag]
Ray: Well,
you’re out of luck, pal, cause I’m not talking to
him.
Francis: My
brother’s problem is the same problem that plagues all
geniuses.
[Randall Bolt’s cell; Randall ponders cops’ photos, and
‘crushes their
heads’]
Ray: Can’t get
a date?
Francis: You
are a wiseacre, Detective. Whereas I am a mathematician. I
look for symmetry, for order within chaos. Let us take the
charter train coded 56023 for example. You are here to
account for your part in thwarting my plan.
[flashback to
train]
Vecchio: Hit
the brakes!
[hideout]
Francis: A plan
rigorous in its detail. And as a wise man once said, God
is in the details. So. It is to God that you both now will
answer. Oh, by the way, have either of you ever worn a
Mexican
poncho?
[courtroom]
Bailiff: In the
matter of the State of Illinois versus Randall K. Bolt,
the accused is herein charged with two counts of murder in
the first degree; one count of attempted murder; one count
of possession of a controlled or illegal
substance...
[hallway outside courtroom; Thatcher
waits]
Security Guard:
Thank you. Would you raise your arm, please?
Assistant State’s
Attorney: Where is he?
Thatcher: I
don’t know.
Assistant States
Attorney: We are getting down to the wire here,
Inspector.
[security guard turns around – it’s
Gabe]
[courtroom]
Bailiff: ...one
count of possession and transportation of explosives with
intent to commit a felony; one count of grand
theft...
[hallway; Vern passes through security with a large bag;
Thatcher uses
payphone]
Thatcher: No,
Mr. Mustafi, it’s not dangerous. I just want you to knock
on Constable Fraser’s
door.
[courtroom]
Bailiff: ...one
count of hijacking; 32 counts of assault; and one count of
advocacy of the overthrow of the government of the United
States of America by force or violence.
Judge Brock: Do
you understand these charges?
Randall: Could
you, uh, could you, like, repeat those just so they’re
real clear in my
head?
[hallway]
Assistant State’s
Attorney: We’re in the middle of openings, for God’s
sake.
Thatcher:
[into
phone] All
right, Lieutenant, I appreciate it.
[hangs
up]
[they go into the courtroom, and Francis Bolt passes by
unnoticed]
[courtroom]
Judge: Let it
be duly noted that the defense waves its right to an
opening statement. The State will call its first witness,
please.
[Randall draws on his legal pad: “Bolt” and
“Boom!”
Sheldrake:
Thank you, Your Honor. The State calls Constable Benton
Fraser.
[ASA enters
courtroom]
Assistant States
Attorney: Your Honor.
[whispers to
Sheldrake]
The-the thing, the-the phone, we-we-we’ve tried,
ultimately we-we-we couldn’t get a hold of--
Judge: Is
there a problem, Miss Sheldrake?
Sheldrake: It
would appear, Your Honor, that Constable Fraser has been
delayed. Perhaps I could, maybe--
Judge: Perhaps
you could what? We barely got our toes in the pond and
you’ve lost your first witness? This does not inspire
confidence on the bench, counselor.
Sheldrake: I
understand that, Your Honor. However, I had anticipated
that this witness’s testimony would cover the bulk of
today’s--
Judge: You
should invest in a calendar, counselor. You’d be surprised
how much time you’ve had to prepare for this case.
Sheldrake: I’m
aware of the time I’ve had to prepare--
Judge: If your
witness does not appear--
[loud noise as the
courtroom door opens; Vecchio and Fraser shuffle in,
wearing a poncho modified for two heads]
Sheldrake: My
witness is here, Your Honor.
Judge: So glad
you could join us, Constable Fraser. This trial was about
to go south. Would you mind taking the stand?
Fraser: Not at
all, Your Honor, but I’m not sure it would benefit the
court. [tilts head
to the side]
Judge: Are you
pleading the fifth, son? Is that what you’re doing?
Fraser: No,
Your Honor, but I don’t think that my taking the stand
would benefit this trial.
[head
tilt]
Ray: I think
what he’s trying to say, Your Honor, is that now might be
a good time for a short recess.
Judge: Who the
hell are you?
Ray: Detective
Ray Vecchio, Chicago PD.
[jerks head to the
side]
Judge: Are you
two joined at the hip?
Ray: In a
manner of speaking, yes.
Fraser: I think
what the detective is suggesting, Your Honor, is that
perhaps now is a... well, perhaps Your Honor would feel
the urge to say, I don’t know, uh, *step out*
[both tilt heads to the
side]
Judge: Are you
telling me I have to go to the bathroom?!
Fraser: Well,
that’s an idea. Perhaps, uh, the members of the jury would
feel the need to r-relieve themselves.
[juror raises hand]
Ray : As a matter of fact, one does now.
[both tilt heads to the
side]
Judge: Do you
two suffer from Tourette’s?
Ray &
Fraser: Uh, not that we’re aware of.
Judge: Then
what’s with the ticks?! Now unless you want to get hit
with a contempt charge, you’d better have a good reason
why you’re not sitting in that box right now.
Francis: Excuse
me, but uh, he does have a reason, Your Honor.
[he’s dressed in
security guard uniform]
Judge: Who the
hell are you?
Francis: A
friend of justice.
Judge: What the
hell is going on here?!
Francis: May I
remove this poncho?
[he does, revealing the bombs Fraser and Vecchio carry;
the gallery begins to panic; Gabe bursts in the other door
along with others dressed as security, and Francis gives
Randall a
pistol]
Randall:
Different story, Morning Glory.
Francis: This
courtroom is ours!
Randall: Bang,
bang, Your
Honor.
[Field Command of the FBI (office building across the
street)]
Ford:
Anything?
Agent 1: No,
nothing.
Ford: What’s
the count?
Agent Shorren:
We have twenty in the building.
Ford:
Communications?
Agent 3: Still
nothing. The hard lines have been severed.
Ford: Where are
the response teams?
Deeter: They’ll
be here in five.
Ford: All
right, till they get here, we’re gonna--
[phone
rings]
Ford:
Ford.
Randall:
[voice]
Good morning, glory. I need you to bring
something to
me.
[courtroom]
Randall: Yes,
and that something would be a helicopter. Do you-do you
happen to have a Bell Star?
[to
juror]
That would be nice, wouldn’t it? A Bell Star?
*thip-thip-thip-thip*
[laughs]
I mean, after all, I’ve been kind enough to
clear out most of this building for you so the least you
can do for me, I think, is get that chopper on the roof
within 45 minutes! And if you’re wondering about my
destination, it’s none of your beeswax, Nosy
Parkers.
[field command]
Deeter: What’s
a Nosy
Parker?
[courtroom]
Randall Bolt:
Oh, by the way, I am sending you a liaison in the person
of Inspector Thatcher, of the
RCMP.
[field
command]
Agent Shorren:
We have another one!
[Thatcher crosses the street]
Ford
: Get the woman up here. What’s the count?
Agent 1:
Nineteen inside, that includes Judge Brock, the twelve
jurors, Detective Vecchio, and the
Mountie.
[courtroom]
Randall: Before
we proceed, are there any final instructions from the
bench?
[laughs]
What do you know? The bench isn’t talking
[laughs, and turns
the bound judge’s head for him]
Francis:
Randall! Fifteen minutes, Randall.
Randall: I’ll
be there.
Francis:
Randall, we leave in fifteen minutes. End of
sentence.
Randall:
Francis! I am standing here in front of a jury of my
peers, for God’s sake. When you use that tone of voice, I
hear Mom, and when I hear Mom, I feel humiliated.
Francis: This
is not a point for debate, Randall. I will not have you
ruin this plan the way you ruined my plan for the train!
Now you can have all the spotlight your ego
demands...
Fraser:
[aside to
Vecchio] I
realize you’re not talking to me, but I thought I’d take
the liberty of posing a question anyway. Why would you
order a helicopter to arrive in 45 minutes if you intend
to depart in 15?
Francis:
...with or without you. End of discussion.
[exits; Randall
sniffs and hmms, then with remote, trains closed-circuit
camera on himself]
Randall: Wake
up, America. The enemy is among us! Two men stand before
you, accused of treason. Their co-conspirator is no less
than the American so-called government...
[the TV signal
travels via satellite for all to see] ...which daily
denies our rights enshrined in the Constitution. Fathers
of Confederation sound the alarm! The same alarm sounded
on April 18th 1775, by a simple silversmith
named Paul Revere.
[television
screen]
Tracy Wightman:
[reporting]
This live feed is coming to you from the
state courthouse in the heart of Chicago, where the
standoff...
Ford:
[voice]
Change it.
Lester Holt:
[ch2 anchorman
reporting] ...continues where he left off, Randall
Bolt on trial for acts of terrorism and murder...
Ford:
[voice]
Change it.
Heather Park:
[reporting for
ch8] Again
we have no idea at this time what his demands are...
Ford:
[voice]
Change it back.
Randall:
[voice]
Saddle up, with one thought in
mind...
Ford: Where the
hell is that signal coming from?
Deeter: I don’t
know. Must be Court TV.
Ford: Well, cut
the signal. We’ll go to full blackout on this one. What
kind of weaponry have they got?
Thatcher:
Semi-automatics, assault rifles, handguns.
Deeter: How’d
they get it through?
Thatcher: They
put one of their own on security.
Agent 3:
Circuit box is in the building.
Ford: Well, cut
the cable, blow the dish, I don’t care what you do, stop
the signal! [snaps
finger at
Thatcher]
C’mere. Okay, darling, the bomb. Is it real?
Thatcher: Did
you just call me darling?
Ford: I have no
idea. Is the bomb real?
Thatcher: Can
we afford to assume otherwise?
Ford: Smart
girl. Okay! Bring in the team.
Deeter : [pokes his head out the door] Let’s go, men.
[SWAT team enters, carrying
weapons]
[courtroom]
Randall:
...until he finally reached Concord, where he sounded his
alarm. The British are coming.
Fraser:
Objection. If I may. Your tract contains certain
inaccuracies. Revere was unquestioningly a patriot, but he
did not make that ride alone, nor did he reach
Concord.
Randall: Oh, he
didn’t, did he, smarty pants.
Fraser: No, he
didn’t. Revere, a doctor named Prescott, and a man named
Dawes set out together from Lexington. On route, Dawes and
Revere were detained by the British.
Randall: So who
did get to Concord?
Fraser: Dr.
Prescott. Who’s been largely ignored by history, in part
because of the distortions in Longfellow’s poems.
Distortions, I might add, that you are perpetuating in
this courtroom.
Randall:
Objection!
Ray: Fraser, if
you want to get us killed, why don’t you just use the
bombs.
Fraser
: I’m glad to see you’re talking to me again, Ray.
Randall: Does
the bench sustain?
[nods the judge’s
head] Yes,
it does.
Fraser: And
furthermore, your assertion that he was a ‘simple’
silversmith--
Francis:
Randall, fifteen minutes.
Randall: Ha!
[waves a gun at
jury] The
jury will now retire to deliberate the verdict! On, you
huskies! [jurors
file out
quickly]
And the judge will be put out into the street with the
rest of the trash.
[pushes judge &
chair away]
Francis: The
heart monitors I’ve attached to your chests are now
active. [pushes
button on a
remote] If
your combined heart rate exceeds 200, it’s bye-bye, boys.
[exits]
[combined heart rate:
162]
Fraser: Oh,
dear.
[field command]
Ford
: We have 19 inside. Twelve of them non-combatants. Now
they are requesting helicopter dust off. Let’s take a look
at the big board.
Thatcher:
[to
agent] Can
you get me a list of all the trials that were on the slate
today?
[Justice Building; Vernon wheezes as he safe-cracks;
Francis Bolt paces & hums
nearby]
[courtroom; now empty, except for Vecchio &
Fraser]
Fraser: Calm?
[Vecchio
shrugs]
Good. All right. Now, three wires. Red. White. Blue. Now
if I remember correctly, it was the Continental Congress
of 1872 that spelled out the meaning of the colors and the
seal. Red was meant to stand for hardiness and courage.
White was meant to stand for purity and innocence. And
blue was meant to stand for vigilance and justice, all of
which no terrorist would object to. So, where does that
leave us?
Ray:
[through gritted
teeth] In
the middle of a courtroom, strapped to a bomb, waiting to
blow up. Where do you think it leaves us?
[heart rate:
91]
Fraser:
Ray-Ray, don’t get excited.
Ray: Look, we
are going to die. You want me to pretend that I’m happy
about it?!
Fraser: Ray, if
you’re bitten by a rattlesnake, the safest course of
action is to lower your metabolic rate.
Ray: This is
not a rattlesnake. This is plastic explosives.
Fraser: But the
same principle should apply.
Ray: You should
listen to yourself sometime. You sound like a robot.
Fraser: Ray,
just calm down.
Ray: Don’t tell
me to calm down, okay? I’m looking at judgment day, here,
all right? Don’t tell me to calm down!
[hr
climbs]
Fraser: Ray, if
we just work together--
Ray: Can you
honestly say that you are calm right now?
Fraser: No-no.
I’m-I’m, uh--
Ray:
What?
Fraser: Well,
I’m concerned.
Ray: Concerned?
That’s it? You don’t feel anger? You’re not angry?
Fraser: No. Not
exactly, no.
Ray: Will you
just admit that you’re a human being?
[hr climbs
higher]
Just once in
your life, can you admit that you’re a human being?
[combined hr climbs to
199]
Fraser:
Please-please-please--
[drops
head]
*Mmmmm-mmmmm*
Ray: What are
you doing?
Fraser: I’m
dropping my heart rate. *Mmmmmmm*
[hr falling past
57]
Ray: In the
middle of an argument?!
Fraser: Don’t
let me stop you. *Mmmmmmmm*
Ray: I’m gonna
kill you!
Fraser: That’s
very possible. *Mmmmmm*
[combined hr hovers at 164]
Fraser
: I’ve never hated you, Ray. I’ve envied you, maybe.
Ray: Envied
me?
Fraser:
[nods]
I’m not proud of it but you have a kind
of freedom I wish I had. A sort of existential
honesty.
Ray: Oh, you
saying I’m honest?
Fraser: In your
heart, yes.
[field
command]
Agent:
Courtroom one, ongoing manslaughter. Two, fraud, first
day. Three, a series of misdemeanors--
Thatcher: Hold
it. What’s the fraud?
Ford:
[to command
team]
Rooftop ETA is 13:05. Blue Team will be in readiness
in staging area A. White Team will be in like readiness at
staging area C. On my go, we move. Any questions?
Thatcher: Yes.
Excuse me. Can I see you?
[aside]
I know this man. He won’t leave
anything to chance. He’ll have anticipated this. If you
send--
Ford: Yeah, I
appreciate your thoughts, darling, I really do, but let’s
get something straight. This isn’t a train. You’re on my
turf now.
Thatcher: He
called me darling
again.
[Justice Building; Vernon continues to safe-crack,
wheezing; Francis Bolt continues to pace &
hum]
Francis: The
clock is ticking, Vern. Time is
money.
[courtroom]
Ray: Fraser,
wake up.
Fraser: Are you
calm?
Ray: Yes, I’m
calm.
Fraser: Are you
sure you’re calm?
Ray: I
said
I’m calm.
Fraser : All right.
Ray : Now don’t get me aggravated!
Fraser : All right, all right.
Ray
: What was blue again?
Fraser: Blue
stood for vigilance and justice.
Ray:
Justice.
Fraser:
Mm-hmm.
Ray: We’re in
the Justice Building.
Fraser: That’s
it!
Ray: Benny,
calm down.
Fraser. No, no!
You got it!
Ray: I said
calm down!
[heart rate
skyrockets]
Fraser: No,
Ray, you got it!
Ray: Calm
down!!
Together:
*Mmmmm-mmmmm*
Ray: Are you
calm?
Fraser: Yes.
So, it’s blue.
Ray: Yeah,
blue, maybe.
Fraser: Okay,
well, let’s go with blue.
Ray: No, you go
with blue.
Fraser: Why
don’t you go with blue?
Ray: Because
you’re better at this.
Fraser: Well,
maybe we should both go with blue.
Ray:
Okay.
Fraser:
Okay.
Ray: All right.
One. Two. Three.
[simultaneously they
pull out blue cord from bombs... they did
it!]
[field
command]
Ford: All
right, let’s make ready.
[teams move
out]
[hallway of Justice Building; a juror stands blindfolded,
holding a set of scales, wired with a
bomb]
Fraser: Ma’am,
just try to remain calm.
Ray:
Fraser!
[they see the elevator panel is wired]
Fraser : The roof. [to juror] We’ll be right back. Don’t move!
[they go up the stairs, and Fraser carries their bomb in a
bag; on the next floor, another juror is wired, and
another, and
another...]
Ray: Twelve
floors in the building, twelve members on the jury.
Fraser: They
stationed one on every floor, and are linked to the same
detonator frequency.
Ray: So when
they blow, the whole building goes. What’s our
time?
[field command]
Ford: Where the
hell is it?
Agent 3:
Chopper’s in the air.
Ford: All
right, gentlemen. Showtime.
[phone
rings]
Randall:
Inspector Thatcher. Before your colleagues see fit to send
in the response team, which they have no doubt been
readying, why don’t you take a gander at the front
door.
[they run to the
window]
Randall: I have
it on good authority that our judge is an avid fan of the
death penalty, so I think he should lead by example. Don’t
you?
[Randall spins the judge (bound to his chair & wired) in the revolving door, then stops the door, and the judge goes sailing into the street]
Randall
: Oh, it was a sad day when Illinois opted for that lethal
injection. You know, I mean, call me old-fashioned, but
uh, I think, there’s something, I don’t know, elegant
about the electric chair.
[laughs]
Look closely and you will see that our man
is wired for sound.
Deeter: He’s
for real.
Randall: You
have 14 minutes to get me that chopper.
Ford: Response
teams stand down.
Randall: If you
fail, first I’ll do the judge, then I’ll do the
jury.
[rooftop]
Ray: Where the
hell are they? They should be here.
Fraser: Unless
the helicopter was a diversion.
[field
command]
Agent Shorren:
We have movement on the roof.
Thatcher:
Fraser. [runs to
stand in the window]
[rooftop]
Fraser: Hold
this, will ya?
[tosses Vecchio the
bag]
Ray: Why are we
carrying around our own bomb with us?
Fraser: It
might come in handy.
[Fraser climbs onto the ledge and starts waving his arms purposely]
[field
command]
Ford: What the
hell is he doing?
Thatcher:
Semaphore.
[rooftop]
Ray: Hey,
Fraser, if you’re gonna jump, jump. Just don’t stand there
waving your arms around.
Fraser: No, I’m
not going to jump, Ray, it’s semaphore. In the absence of
a phone, it’s the best we can do.
Fraser:
[in semaphore,
captioned]
“What is the status of the response team?”
Thatcher:
[in semaphore,
captioned]
“Standing down.”
Fraser: “Do not
activate. The jury is gang linked to explosives.”
Thatcher:
“Where are the terrorists?”
Fraser: “I have
no idea. Do you?”
Thatcher: “I’m
not the one who’s in the building. Moron.”
Ray: What did
she say?
Fraser: She
called me a moron.
Ray: She’s a
very perceptive woman.
Fraser:
[in semaphore,
captioned]
“Could you have someone retrieve Diefenbaker?”
Thatcher:
[in semaphore,
captioned]
“Ask Vecchio about the...”
Ford: What are
you saying?
Thatcher:
[in semaphore,
captioned]
“Ask Vecchio about the...”
Ford: What are
you telling him? Hey! Darling! Talk to me!
[Thatcher’s semaphore movement *smacks* him in the nose]
Ford
: Ow!!
Fraser:
[in semaphore,
captioned]
“Ask Vecchio about green cheese?”
Thatcher:
“Spelling mistake. Ask Vecchio about Gambello case. And
pick up coffee on return to Consulate.”
Fraser:
“Understood. End
communication.”
[Justice Building,
stairwell]
Fraser: Ray,
tell me about the Gambello case.
Ray: Big scale
fraud. Thirty million dollars in US bearer bonds, like
cash in hand.
Fraser: Those
bonds are in this building; they’re evidence as part of
that trial.
Ray: So the
helicopter was a diversion? They’ll grab the bonds and
head out where?
Fraser: Well,
the sewers probably, and then they’ll detonate from a safe
distance.
[Vernon succeeds in opening
safe]
Francis: Thank
you, cousin. Your reward is
nigh.
[Fraser’s apartment; Diefenbaker is chained to the
footlocker; Cooper enters]
Cooper:
Diefenbaker. Hello, you don’t know me. My name’s Cooper.
I’m a friend of Benton’s. Benton is in trouble. He
specifically asked for you, Diefenbaker. Do you
understand? [puts
Dief on leash, Dief takes off]
Cooper : Whoa!!!!!
[Dief drags Cooper down the hallway...]
Cooper : Easy, easy!
[...and down the stairs]
Cooper
:
Whoa!!!!!
[Justice Building; elevators don’t
work]
Ray: They must
have jammed them. Now what?
Fraser: I have
an idea but you’re not going to like
it.
[they look down the long elevator
shaft]
Ray: You gotta
be kiddin’ me.
Fraser: I told
you wouldn’t like
it.
[street; police
barricade]
Cooper: Pardon
me, ma’am. Whoa!!
[Dief pulls Cooper, breaking through barrier &
spinning the bound judge as they pass]
Cooper
: Excuse me, sir.
[field command]
Ford : [holding hankie to his bloody nose] Who the hell is that?
[Thatcher shrugs]
[Dief runs underneath a partition door that Cooper runs into]
[elevator shaft; Fraser holds onto the cable as they slide
down]
Fraser
: Uh-oh.
[his glove begins to smoke]
Ray
: What?
Fraser: Oh,
it’s nothing. It’s just a little friction.
[glove bursts into flames]
Fraser: Oh,
dear.
Ray:
What?!
Fraser: Well,
it would appear... Yep, I’m on fire, Ray.
Ray: Oh, well.
At least the whole day isn’t a total write-off.
[they descend quickly now, Fraser’s arm and shoulder
burning brightly, and land at the bottom, where the fire
is extinguished]
Ray
: Well, that was lucky.
Fraser: Well,
not luck exactly, Ray. There’s usually a puddle at the
bottom of an elevator shaft.
Ray: No, there
isn’t.
Fraser: Well,
as a rule, yes, actually there is, see the
condensation--
Ray: Shut
up.
[field
command]
Ford: Where’s
the chopper?
Deeter: At the
boundary marker, three miles out.
Ford: Shorren,
get the teams back to full readiness.
Agent Shorren:
Sir!!
[Justice Building; Bolt brothers tie up Vern and
Gabe]
Francis: Sorry
about that, cousins, but it makes the math easier.
Randall: Yep.
No long division.
[they leave with bonds in a
satchel]
[Fraser and Vecchio hide in wait for the Bolts (Fraser’s
right sleeve is but a
memory)]
Fraser:
[to
Dief]
Go.
[Dief snatches the satchel and
runs]
Francis:
Hey!
[Fraser grabs the bag & they run; the Bolts chase
after them... they round a corner & Fraser searches
the bag, coming up with a gun; Vecchio takes
it]
Ray: This will
come in handy.
Randall: No
happy ending to this story, Morning Glory!
[Vecchio fires and the Bolts hide]
Ray
: Just in case he’s right, I just want you to know
[shoots]
I mean, I know what you are and you can’t
help that.
[shoots]
But it’s really hard to have a saint for a
friend. Go!
Fraser:
Dief!
[they go through door; Bolts fire after them]
Fraser
: I’m not a saint, Ray.
Ray: Well, I
know that you’re not a saint saint, like when you’ve got
your own day. I mean a saint in the sense of a...
Fraser: What,
like a metaphor?
Ray: Yeah,
yeah! Like a metaphor.
Fraser: Yeah,
but Ray, don’t you see, you are as well. I mean, we all
are, even them. Do you know what I mean?
Ray: Well,
that’s what scares me. I think that I do.
Fraser: Yeah,
well that’s probably why you and I have been such
close--
Ray: All right,
all right. Don’t get all mushy on me.
Randall:
Gentlemen! You have one choice! You can give us what we
want or we blow the building!
Ray: You are
not going to blow the building. You are not a martyr.
You’re just a self-centered little creep who wants to get
his face in the paper.
Fraser: Are you
talking about me, Ray?
Ray:
Indirectly.
Fraser
: Ah.
Randall: You
are wrong about that! I am on a midnight ride for America!
I am the modern version of -- what was that guy’s name
again?
Fraser: Dr.
Prescott.
Randall: That’s
right. I’m a modern version of Dr. Prescott!
Francis: No,
you’re not. You’re not, Randall, and neither am I.
Randall: What
are you saying?
Francis: See
the world for what it is, Randall, we are not patriots.
We’re thieves. Uncommon, but thieves nonetheless. And once
again, you’re on the verge of ruining a perfect
plan.
Fraser: We seem
to have hit a nerve, Ray.
Francis:
Detective, there are 12 innocent people in jeopardy. Is it
worth the risk? All we want are the bonds.
Randall: That’s
right!
Ray: Are you
kiddin’ me? That’s all that they wanted? Why didn’t they
say so in the first place? Take ‘em!
[tosses
satchel]
Fraser: For
God’s sakes, what are you doing? That’s not ours.
Ray: I know,
it’s theirs.
[the Bolts grab the bag and
flee]
Fraser: It is
not theirs. That money belongs to someone else.
Ray: Oh, did
they say ‘bonds’? I thought they said ‘bombs.’
Fraser: Oh,
that’s very clever, Ray.
[Bolts prepare to escape down into a
shaft]
Francis: Wait,
wait. Open the bag.
[Randall opens it, finding only wires]
Francis : They switched bags.
Randall : Where’s our money?
[the Bolts run back upstairs, and see Dief holding a bag
in his mouth; they
follow...]
Francis: Nice
doggy, want a bone? Nice bone for you, right here. Come
on. Where’d he go?
Randall:
Francis! Look!
[the elevator door is open onto the shaft, and the satchel
hangs from the
cable]
Francis: Grab
the bag.
Randall: Why
don’t you grab it?
Francis: Don’t
you trust me, Randall?
Randall: You
trust me?
Randall &
Francis: Let’s both grab the bag.
[they reach for it together... Fraser snatches the radio detonator from Francis & the Bolts fall to the bottom]
Randall &
Francis
: Whoaaaaa! Oof! Oh!!
Ray: You guys
still wanna blow the building?
Fraser:
[to
Dief] Does
this kinda remind you of a bear trap?
[Dief
groans]
Randall: Can we
go now?
Francis: Oh,
shut up,
Randall.
[street; jurors rescued, judge taken away on a stretcher,
Dief being *interviewed* by the
press]
[rooftop]
Ray: Press
hound.
Fraser: Who
needs it?
Ray: Not
us.
Fraser: Nope,
not us.
Ray: Nope. God,
I love this city. You know sometimes you have to be a
conduit and let the world come to you, you know what I’m
saying?
Fraser:
Okay.
Thatcher:
[in semaphore,
captioned]
“You have duties, Constable.”
Fraser:
[in semaphore,
captioned]
“Understood. Red suits you.”
Ray: What was
that about?
Fraser: What?
Oh, that?
Ray: Yes,
that.
Fraser:
Nothing.
Ray: Nothing?
You’re standing there flailing your arms around like
you’re Daffy? What, do you think I just got off the
boat?
Fraser: Which
boat?
Ray: Don’t try
to deflect this.
Fraser: Deflect
what?
Ray: You know
what I’m talking about.
Fraser: Well,
no, Ray, actually, I don’t know what you’re talking
about.
Ray: After all
that we’ve been through, haven’t you learned
anything?
Fraser: In what
sense?
Ray: Oh, you’re
the most irritating man in the world.
Fraser: Define
irritating.
Ray: Oh, no,
you look it up, Mr. Encyclopedia.
Fraser: Well, I
think you mean Mr. Dictionary, don’t
you?
End