Easy Money
<Doo Mah>
[power building,
Chicago]
[Fraser & Tom Quinn are in the foyer, looking at a
large photo of Canadian mountains]
Fraser: No,
I’m-I’m quite certain.
Quinn: Oh, I
don’t think so.
Fraser: No,
I’m certain.
Quinn: Look at
that rock.
Fraser: Which,
the one shaped like a wolverine?
Quinn: It’s
not a wolverine, it’s a...otter.
Fraser: Oh. So
it is. Well, nevertheless it is here
[points]
that we saw the three-legged
cougar.
Quinn: No.
It’s here
[points]
we saw the cougar. Here
[points]
is where Liprus Mulcahy got his mouth frozen
to the side of the portable toilet.
Fraser: So it
is.
[laughs]
Been a while.
Quinn: Yeah.
Good times. Ha. And that’s...
[points]
Fraser: That’s
where my father’s body was found.
Quinn: He was
killed for a dam, Ben. They killed so they would drown our
homes, flood our forests, keep the lights burning all
night in the empty buildings of the cities. But not this
time.
[a man
enters]
Goody: Hey,
gentlemen. Jack Goody. Everything okay? We, uh, looking
after you all right?
Fraser: We’re
fine, thank you.
Goody: Great.
Has someone offered you a coffee?
Quinn: No, I
uh--
Goody
: A cappuccino? Espresso. Latté. Regular and decaf, don’t
say no. [presses
button; bell rings and woman
appears]
Hey honey, uh, two lattés, a half-caf decaf for me and,
uh, bring some of those
biscotti
. Thanks, sweetheart.
Woman: Thank
you, sir.
Quinn: I’m Tom
Quinn. I’ve come to see Mr. Carothers.
Goody: Oh,
well I’m Mr. Carothers personal assistant. Now, I’m not
quite up to speed. Do you know Mr. Carothers?
Quinn: I spoke
to him when he came to our town. He said if I was ever in
Chicago to stop in and see him. I’m in Chicago.
Goody: I see.
The thing is, Mr. Carothers is extremely busy right now.
So if you could leave me your number, I might be able to
get you five minutes in about three weeks.
Quinn: Three
weeks? My home will be under one hundred feet of
water.
Goody. Oh that
town. It’s always difficult, I know. But you should find
some consolation in knowing you’ll be providing power for
millions of people. Now, my advice to you, sir? You should
go home. And move. You can’t stop this, it’s been
approved. We put it to bed, it creased the sheets. We’ve
spent millions.
The people have been talked to.
Quinn: What
about the caribou, the elk, the beaver. Did you talk to
them? Cause they, too, can talk.
Goody: You
know, when I was a kid, I used to think cows talked. But
when I grew up I realized all they said is
‘moo’!
[woman enters carrying a tray]
Goody : Hey, there she is! Listen fellas, uh, I gotta fly. Thanks for dropping by and, um, leave me that number, okay? Ciao . [exits]
[Quinn starts to walk after him]
Fraser:
Quinn.
[Quinn stops and takes a handful of biscotti from the tray]
Fraser
: “The caribou, the elk, the beaver, they too can
talk”?
Quinn: I’ve
been getting into this native roots thing and it seems to
work. Besides, I thought the Tonto act might impress that
little
jackass.
[alarm bell sounds... jewelry store is being
robbed]
Tim Kelly:
[to
bystander]
Hey, get down, get down. I said get down!
[Jeff Story smashes
glass displays & steals the jewelry; alarm bell blares
as customers run & scream]
Kelly: Five
seconds. All right, go, go, go, go,
go! 10
seconds... get the
pearls! 15
seconds. Go, go, go, go. 20 seconds! Move, move, move,
move! 25,
let’s go, come on!!
[grabs
Story]
Enough, come on, let’s go! Enough, let’s go! Come on,
let’s go, come on!!
[robbers run up the escalator, see Fraser and Quinn, then
run off in different directions – Quinn follows Story;
Kelly goes down the stairs again, turns & shoots at
Fraser with an Uzi]
Kelly: Move,
move, move, move, move, move, move!
[shoots]
[Meanwhile, Story
runs into an elevator & the doors shut; Quinn presses
a button and the elevator stays put]
[Kelly runs up the service stairs, shooting at Fraser below him]
[elevator: the doors open and Story cautiously steps
out... Quinn grabs him and throws him against the
wall]
Jeff Story:
Ohhh! My neck!
[Fraser chases Kelly
to the roof; Kelly pushes Fraser over the edge... Fraser
hangs on with both hands]
Kelly: Hey!
How ya doing? Huh? Hi!
[stands on Fraser’s
(left)
hand]
Dilemma!
[Fraser lets that
hand go]
Quinn: Hey!
Get away from him!
[Kelly tries to
shoot, but gun jams; he runs away]
Quinn: Ben!
[grabs Fraser’s
right arm]
Get you a foothold.
[flash: a forest
somewhere in Canada... young Fraser is in a similar
situation on the side of a cliff... younger Quinn tries to
help him]
Young Fraser:
I can’t get it!
Young Quinn:
Yes, you
can.
[rooftop: Fraser fights to hang on]
[cliff]
Young Fraser:
There’s no--there’s no
way!
[roof]
Quinn: Easy,
find your
legs.
[Fraser/Young Fraser is struggling]
[cliff]
Young Quinn:
Take my hand, boy!
Young Fraser:
I-I can’t.
[Fraser/Young Fraser lunges upward... Quinn grabs on, & finally pulls him up]
[roof]
Quinn: I’ve got
you.
[cliff]
Young Quinn:
There you go.
[roof; Fraser stands
beside Quinn]
Quinn: That’s
a long way down.
Fraser: True
enough.
[cliff
top]
Young Fraser:
Thank you, mister.
Young Quinn:
Quinn. Who are you?
Young Fraser:
Benton Fraser.
Young Quinn:
Benton? That’s kinda long, isn’t it? Why don’t we just go
with Ben. You’re a long ways from town. Young to be
hunting alone.
Young Fraser:
My friend Innussiq killed a caribou last year, all by
himself.
Young Quinn:
Your grandparents are worried.
[Young Fraser looks surprised]
Young
Quinn
: Everyone knows Martha and George Fraser. And everyone
knows that their grandson ran away from home two days
ago.
Young Fraser:
I told you. I’m hunting caribou.
Young Quinn:
Sure you don’t need help?
[power building
foyer; lobby stairs]
Fraser: Thank
you kindly for your help. That’s the second time you’ve
saved my life.
Quinn: We all
have our bad habits.
[Fraser
laughs]
[woman passes them
& walks up the stairs]
Woman: Still
waiting?
[Quinn nods]
Fraser
: Sorry for the way things worked out today.
Quinn: Doesn’t
matter. They won’t succeed.
[applies salve to
Fraser’s (right) hand]
Fraser: You
know, it’s going to be very difficult to even see this
man, let alone convince him to give up something that’s
already ‘creased the sheets.’
Quinn: I can
talk anybody out of anything. You know that.
Fraser: Quinn.
The rest of the town has already moved. They’ve given
up.
Quinn: Sure,
because it’s easy. It’s just rocks and trees and dirt, I
know that. Places I stood with my father, trails he showed
me, rocks we sheltered under. My whole life will be
underwater.
Fraser: You
know, you may not stand much of a chance against these
people. You’re an honest man, Quinn, like my father, and
he wasn’t equipped.
Quinn: Then
I’ll get equipped.
Ray: You
okay?
Fraser: Yeah,
I’m fine.
Ray: You want
someone to take a look at that?
Fraser: No,
no, uh, Quinn had some powdered horn. Thank you.
Ray: That’s
good, I left my powdered horn in my other jacket.
[to
Quinn] So,
how’d it go today?
Quinn: Not
well.
Ray: Well, I
coulda told you that, these big companies only believe in
one thing: money.
Quinn:
Money.
Ray: Yeah, it
buys lawyers, politicians, access, that’s the way it
works.
Quinn: Thank
you.
Ray: Uh, this
guy’ll take your statement.
[Duck Boys walk down the stairs]
Huey:
Vecchio!
Ray: Anything
on the other guy?
Huey: He went
out back. Ran through a crowded restaurant wearing a mask
*and* carrying a machine gun.
Dewey:
Surprise surprise, nobody saw him.
Ray: Perfect.
[to
Fraser]
Sure you’re all right?
Fraser: Yeah.
I’m fine.
Huey:
[to
Story]
Let’s go, buddy.
Story:
Sh...Owowowowowow!
Huey: All
right, take it easy.
Story: I’m
hurt here!
Huey: I’m
sorry.
Story:
[to
Quinn]
You! I’m gonna sue you. Get me a lawyer!
Huey: All
right, all right.
Story
: [to
Quinn] You
ain’t even a cop!
Dewey: Hey, I’m
a cop. Would you rather I come and get you?
Ray: Come on,
let’s move this downtown. Move the circus downtown.
Fraser:
[to
Quinn] I
have to go back to the consulate.
[wilderness]
Young Quinn: I
could wait with you, or you could come home with me... Or
I could walk with you.
Young Fraser:
I didn’t run away. W-well technically I didn’t. All right,
I ran away. But they wouldn’t let me hunt. I’m a
12-year-old boy and every other boy my age gets to
hunt.
Young Quinn:
Won’t find caribou walking that way.
[Young Fraser runs to follow Young Quinn]
[27th
precinct]
Welsh: These
guys have pulled off five high-profile jewelry robberies
in the last three weeks. Now the media’s getting all
excited. These dopes wanna give ‘em cute names, they wanna
make ‘em famous, we gotta nail it, fast. What have we
got?
Ray: His
name’s Jeff Story. He’s got a short sheet, nothing too
serious. He was not the shooter.
Welsh: All
right. Find out what he’s got.
Francesca:
Sir!
[she motions Welsh to the front desk; cameras &
reporters fill the lobby]
Reporter:
Lieutenant, do you believe the man you’re holding is one
of the Laughing Bandits who’ve been terrorizing the
downtown area for the last month?
Welsh: We are
attempting to establish that now. The one thing I can say
is that they’re not laughing anymore and neither are the
victims. In fact there’s nothing funny about this whole
situation.
Reporter: Do
you have any leads on the robbery?
Francesca: Oh
the, the lab boys are working on that report...
[Welsh gives her a
look]
right now... Why don’t you field this one, Harding?
[Kelly’s
apartment]
Welsh on TV:
We’ll be issuing you a statement at the appropriate
time.
Reporter on
TV: Did you recover the jewels?
Francesca on
TV: Pfff! Oh God no! The other guy left with the
jewels.
[Welsh gives her another
look]
[Kelly
laughs]
Welsh on TV:
Thank you, Miss Vecchio. As I’ve already said, we’ll be
issuing a statement when we get more information. That’s
it for now.
[27th
precinct; interrogation room]
Ray: Look, you
are not doing yourself any favors here. Got you cold. A
felony, two priors. This could be strike three.
Story: Oh come
on man, those other beefs? They ain’t nothing, man.
They’re jokes.
Ray: I don’t
think the judge is gonna be laughing because what I see
here is a pattern of, uh--
[wipes smudge off of
two-way mirror] --escalation, uh, they’re gonna wannna
put you away for a lo-long time for the, uh, good of
society, that kinda thing. Look, come on. Cough up some of
that dirty
cheese! Look,
you’re doing 18-to-life, and your buddy’s whooping it up
in Monte Carlo or something? You wanna be the fall guy?
Wanna be the fall guy? Come on, give us a name. You give
us a name, you’ll get 6 months, tops.
[knock knock
knock]
Huey: His
lawyer’s here.
Ray: Hey.
Think about what I just said. Talk it over with your
lawyer. Six months.
[exits]
[Kelly enters, wearing a suit & carrying a
briefcase]
Story: Tim,
what’re you doing--
Kelly
: Shut up! We’re stuffed.
Story:
[whispers]
(What do you mean?)
Kelly: (Shh!
They said on the news you didn’t have it on you. Huh? Did
they offer you the deal right? You for me, right? Huh?
Huh?)
Story: (Oh,
come on, man, I didn’t say nothing.)
Kelly: (You
can’t trust cops. You give ‘em the jewels, you give ‘em
me, they’ll crucify both of us anyway. Now, you tell me
where the stuff is and then we’ll get you the best defense
in the country. All right?)
Story:
(Yeah?)
Kelly:
(Yeah.)
Story: (And
what if I don’t?)
[Kelly grabs him by
his neck brace]
Kelly : (I’ll kill you. If you’re in jail, or I’m in jail, or we both are. I will find you, I will reach you, and I will kill you. Understand?)
[corridor]
Fraser: Hi,
Ray.
Ray: Where’s,
uh, Quinn?
Fraser: He’s
at the power company.
Ray: Oh. I
don’t get him. He’s like, uh, talking to a tree.
Fraser: Well,
you know this is the first time Quinn has been south, and
I imagine he’s feeling a little humbled. You see in the
North he’s a... he’s a living legend. He’s a brilliant
man, he’s very articulate. He’s forceful. Not to mention
positively a genius in the identification of scat.
Ray: Huh.
Let’s get a coffee. Uh, scat, you mean like, uh, jazz
singing, that kinda--
Fraser:
No-no-no, scat as in droppings.
Ray:
Oh.
[into break
room]
Fraser Well,
it’s a very useful attribute, Ray, particularly if it’s 40
degrees below zero and you need to find the nearest beaver
lodge.
Ray: That
doesn’t come up that much in Chicago, Fraser.
Fraser: Well,
no, and I fear that’s a part of Quinn’s problem. You see,
very few of his considerable skills are of any use to him
here.
Ray: Well why
is he your responsibility?
Fraser: Well,
because he’s...my mentor, he’s a-a guide. I’ve known him
all my life.
[Dief stands up beside
Kowalski]
Ray:
[to
Dief] You
wanna coffee? Hmm?
[Dief whines]
Ray
: Uh, well I’ve known a lot of people all my life, it
doesn’t mean I, um, gotta look out for ‘em.
Fraser: What
about your family?
Ray: Um...
Well there’s my mum, I guess, uh... Heh, she’s a
responsibility.
Fraser: And
your father?
Ray: Uh, my
dad was a great guy, did all the, you know, great dad
things, uh, took me to ball games, uh you know, showed me
around a card table, uh you know, taught me how to you
know, build an engine. You know, we’d tear down engines,
uh, build ‘em back up again. Last car we worked on was
this, uh, GTO. Worked on it day, night. Um... Painted it
black. Jet black. Six coats. Loved that car.
Fraser: You
don’t feel he was a mentor?
Ray: Um... My
dad slaved away at this, uh, meat-packing plant and,
um.... He wanted me to go to college, he said, uh, you
know, he didn’t want me to have the stink of dead animals
all over me. And I dropped out, I uh, went off to the
academy. Day I graduated almost killed him. He said, uh,
you’re gonna have a stink on you, all the same, bad
people. What kinda life is that? And he moved off to
Arizona and, uh, I haven’t, um... Well, I talk to him. No,
I uh...
Huey:
[clears throat from
doorway]
Story’s done with his lawyer.
Ray: Okay.
Good, rou-round two.
[Kowalski enters interrogation room]
Ray: So we
gonna talk or tell stories, Story?
[Fraser notices lawyer leaving: recognizes him as
Kelly]
Fraser:
Ray!
[outside; a speeding
car almost runs Fraser down... Dief runs off after
it]
Fraser
: Dief!
Bystander:
Idiot!!
Ray
: Fraser, what’s with you?
Fraser: That
lawyer was no lawyer, it was Story’s partner.
Ray: And he
shows up here? The guy’s got--
Fraser: What
he doesn’t have is the jewels. If he had the jewels he’d
be long gone. He--
[starts to run
after Dief & Kelly]
Ray: Fraser,
car!
Fraser: Ah,
right.
[they get into
Kowalski’s car]
Ray: So he
must have hid them in the power building.
Fraser: The
question is, did he tell his partner?
Ray: So what’s
with Dief?
Fraser: Well,
as you know, he’s very sensitive, and the other day I
suggested he was getting soft, so I think he’s trying to
prove himself.
[Dief follows the speeding car, taking shortcuts & running down alleys]
[power
building]
[Quinn walks into the elevator... Kelly looks on; Quinn
lifts the service hatch in the roof and pulls down a small
pouch; he looks inside, then pockets, the
pouch]
[outside power building; Dief is waiting at the
entrance]
Ray: How’d he
beat us?
Fraser: Well,
he must have taken a shortcut.
Ray: He knows
shortcuts?
Fraser: Well,
he does study maps.
Ray: What kind
of maps?
Fraser: Road
maps, street maps, topographic
maps.
[elevator; Fraser opens the service hatch & hauls
himself up, sees nothing, and lowers self down]
Ray:
Anything?
Fraser:
Nothing.
Ray: He must
have got here before us.
[Fraser picks up a
beaded leather fringe from the floor]
Fraser : Somebody did.
[street; Quinn
stops to give a beggar some money...Kelly is
watching]
[outside the power
building]
Ray:
[on cell
phone] Put
somebody in the lobby. If he shows his face we’ll nail
him....No I do not have a picture....Well get a
composite!
[hangs
up] These
people, they think I’m a magician. Fraser. Hey.
Fraz-ur.
Fraser: Oh.
Sorry. You know, this makes no sense.
Ray: You’re
telling me. You okay?
Fraser: Yeah,
I’m fine.
Ray: Look, I
gotta go back to the station.
Fraser: Okay,
I think I’ll uh....
[points to building,
then walks off in opposite direction]
[street; Fraser
talks to the same beggar, gives the guy money from his
Stetson, and walks on]
[27th
precinct]
Welsh: Known
felon walks into
my police
station, walks into
my interrogation
room and starts talking shop with one of
my prisoners!
What the hell is this, a drop-in center?!
Ray: No,
sir.
Welsh:
[shouts at
Francesca]
Get the desk sergeant in here right now!!
[Frannie rubs her ear]
[interrogation
room]
Welsh:
Hello!
Lawyer: What
the hell is going on here?
Welsh: Can it,
can it. Let me see some ID. ID, right now.
Ray:
[to
Story]
Hey, you think this is funny? You sit in a hole for the
next 20 years and your partner’s in Vegas with 2 million
bucks?
Lawyer:
Hey!
Ray:
[to
Story]
That’s funny to you?
Lawyer: This
is my client. I’m entitled--
Welsh
: Hey, hey, keep your pants on, counsel. Okay, move ‘em to
room 2. Okay? And get our friends some coffee, come on. I
want prints in here, I want the whole thing dusted.
FRANCESCA!! [she is
just walking by]
Francesca:
O-Okay, I’m right here.
Welsh: Look.
Find me a judge. I want a warrant for this guy Story’s
apartment, his car, his locker at the Y. And I wanna know
as soon as Perry Mason’s finished with him.
Francesca.:
Okay.
[mutters]
Oh God, I’m buying earplugs for this
place.
[park; Fraser stops
to look at a footprint in the mud and
remembers...]
[woods]
Young Fraser:
Caribou tracks. They’re headed that way. Why are you
helping me?
Young Quinn:
That’s what I do. I’m a tracker and a guide.
[picks something up
from the ground and tastes
it] Came
through yesterday. We have to move fast.
Young Fraser:
How can you do that?
Young Quinn:
It’s part of their story.
Young Fraser:
What story?
Young Quinn:
Everything here has a story to tell. What’s passed by,
when, how. But you have to be open to hear it.
Young
Fraser
: Yeah, but tasting things off the ground. Isn’t that kind
of...disgusting?
Young Quinn:
Not for a good tracker.
[Young Fraser picks
something up, bites into it, and chews; he spits it
out]
Young Fraser:
What’s it supposed to taste like?
Young Quinn:
Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t put that in *my* mouth.
[laughs]
[Young Fraser spits & wipes out his mouth; Young Quinn
walks on]
Young Fraser:
The tracks are going this way.
Young Quinn:
When you’re tracking, it’s more important to know where
the game is going than where it’s been.
[sidewalk; Fraser
is prone, sniffing the pavement]
[Dief groans and
yawns broadly]
Fraser: Oh
don’t be so silly. I’m not embarrassed or bored when you
sniff things.
[street; Kelly
follows Quinn... they move faster & faster, until
Quinn gets into a cab; Kelly flags down his own cab and
rides away... Quinn stands up from hiding place behind
newsstand]
[sidewalk; Fraser
crouches down to investigate... and gets soaked by a
passing street cleaner; Dief grumbles]
[27th
precinct; Frannie’s desk]
Francesca: Tim
Kelly. Ho-hoh.
Ray: Just save
the dramatics and...
Francesca:
Okay, relax. May I register my disgust? Timothy Nicholas
Kelly, three convictions...
Ray &
Francesca: ...for aggravated assault, three arrests
for ext--
[Francesca pauses
and Kowalski shuts up]
Francesca:
Extortion, no convictions. Assault with a vehicle,
suspected in three, possibly four homicides, currently
wanted in 34 states.
Ray: And
unwanted in 16.
[Frannie prints out Kelly’s
sheet]
Welsh: We got
something?
Ray: Uh, yes,
sir. We got an ID on that, uh, fingerprint from the
interrogation room.
[Welsh snatches the
paper from Francesca]
Francesca:
‘May I look at that, Miss
Vecchio?’
‘Why, of course, Lieutenant, here you
go.’ ‘Thank
you, Miss Vecchio.’
Welsh: I want
this guy! I don’t care if he’s on a beach in Mexico or a
deli in Queens. Ray?
Ray:
Yeah?
Welsh: Check
the airports, travel agents, bus stations. Huey?
Huey: Yes,
sir?
Welsh: All
known acquaintances, check ‘em. He might be holed up
someplace here in town. Everybody gets a copy of his
picture.
Huey: Right,
sir, we got it.
Dewey: Hey,
Ray!
Ray:
What?
Dewey:
[holds out
phone]
It’s your mom and dad.
Ray: What
about ‘em?
Dewey: On the
phone.
Ray: What do
you mean they’re on the phone?
Dewey: They’re
at a truck stop on the I-90. They’re heading into
town.
Ray: You’re a
funny guy. [replaces
the
handset]
Very funny guy. That’s rich, that...
[walks
off]
[outside the power
building]
Fraser: It’s
more important to know where the game is going than where
it’s been.
Quinn: You
hunting me, Ben?
[they enter the
building]
Quinn: You
want my help?
Fraser: Yes.
To track the man who took the jewels.
Quinn: Can’t
track a man in a city.
Fraser: You
told me it was possible to track anything.
Quinn: I told
you it was possible to track anything you
understood.
Fraser: I
understand this man.
Quinn:
How?
Fraser: I know
that he’s a criminal. I know he tried to kill me, I’ve
seen him. Assuming of course that the other thief is the
one who took the jewels.
Quinn:
Assuming.
[into the elevator;
Quinn lifts up the service hatch]
Quinn:
Someone’s been up here. You could have seen that yourself,
Ben. Someone tall, about my height.
Fraser: How do
you know?
Quinn:
Couldn’t have reached far enough up unless he was. Didn’t
stand on anything. I’d have seen it if he did.
[he closes the hatch, and they exit]
Fraser: And now
which way did he go?
Quinn: I don’t
have time for this, Ben. I came here to do a job.
Fraser: They
won’t see you, what more can you do?
Quinn: I can
get help. Hire lawyers maybe, I don’t know.
Fraser:
Lawyers require money. You have money?
Quinn: I can
get it. I have to do this, Ben.
Fraser: Well,
that’s exactly the way I felt about the caribou, you
remember?
Quinn: This is
more important than a boy killing a caribou.
Fraser: Yes.
But maybe not to that boy. At the time I think the boy
felt...
[wilderness]
Young Fraser:
This is very important to me. About growing up. You don’t
think I should be doing this, do you?
Young Quinn:
To kill something without need is wrong.
Young Fraser:
But you’re a guide. You guide people from the city when
they hunt here. They don’t need what they kill.
Young Quinn:
You live here, Ben, you’re a part of it. All of it.
Young Fraser:
So you won’t help me.
Young Quinn:
No, I’ll help you.
Young Fraser:
If you don’t think I should do it then why are you helping
me? It doesn’t seem very logical.
Young Quinn:
I’ll help you so you can decide for yourself. If you can’t
find a caribou, you can’t know if you’ll kill them.
Young Fraser:
I could find them.
Young Quinn:
Not before they die of old age!
[laughs]
[street]
Fraser: He came
this way?
Quinn:
Yes.
Fraser: Is
there a sign?
Quinn: I know
he did.
Fraser: Is he
the thief?
Quinn:
No.
Fraser: Then
why did he take the jewels?
Quinn: Why did
Stinky Masterson steal Jimmy Longbow’s snowmobile?
Fraser: That’s
not the same thing at all. Stinky’s sled dogs had eaten
poisoned tallow and he needed transport.
Quinn: Because
he needed it.
Fraser: No,
no, no, no. Because he wanted it. There’s a
difference.
Quinn: The men
I’m fighting are just like the men who killed your father.
Greedy, corrupt, evil men.
Fraser:
Nothing good can come from a bad act, Quinn. You taught me
that.
Quinn: Who
said I was always right?
Fraser: Maybe
we are going about this the wrong way. The man has the
jewels. He’ll need to sell them to use the money. Now that
means he’ll have to go to a dealer in stolen goods,
otherwise known as a fence. Now my friend Ray has, uh, on
occasion pointed some out to me. Perhaps we should visit a
couple?
Quinn: And
you’ll be my guide?
Fraser: I will
be your guide.
[27th
precinct; Welsh’s office]
[Francesca enters
& hands him a file... then clears her
throat]
Welsh:
Yes?
Francesca:
Yeah, um...Diane Bowen from WOTX-TV called and, uh, she
wants to interview me. Kind of a human interest story, you
know, ‘Tough Women on Crime.’
[Welsh just looks at her]
Francesca
: I-I-I wouldn’t talk about the specific cases, sir.
Welsh: Miss
Vecchio, do the words ‘over my dead body’ have any meaning
to you? I don’t want the press within 10 miles of this
place ‘til we get Kelly, all right? After that, you can do
as you please.
Francesca:
Really?! Okay, thanks!
[exits,
thrilled]
[Frannie’s desk]
Ray: Tickets to
Acapulco? Shouldn’t I be going with you? I’m your
brother.
Francesca:
[laughs
indulgently]
Oh, Ray. You know that I would
*much* rather
spend the weekend alone with you in a hotel room.
(!!)
[phone rings,
Francesca answers]
Francesca:
Squad room....Really?
[to
Kowalski]
It’s your parents? They’re calling from a payphone on the
interstate?
[Kowalski hangs up
the phone]
Ray: So you’re
in on it, too. That’s uh, that’s very amusing. That’s an
amusing little prank, and I’m laughing...on the inside.
But how about we get back to some police work. Look, we
got nothing on Kelly, we got no address, he’s got no
friends--
Francesca: Oh,
he’s got a friend and uh, he’s in the interrogation room.
Why don’t you go in and swat his cubes until he
talks?
Ray: ‘Swat his
cubes’? Don’t you mean ‘break his--’
Francesca:
Okay, you know, I-I mean swat his cubes. I’m saying swat
his cubes, that’s what I mean, okay?
Ray: Okay. Why
this sudden interest in, uh, Kelly?
Francesca: I
care about law enforcement. It’s my
life.
[woods]
Young Quinn:
They’re just over that hill. You know how to use that
thing? [the
rifle]
Young Fraser:
Yes, sir.
Young Quinn:
Kill anything big before?
Young Fraser:
Lots of times. Well, almost once. No, sir.
Young Quinn:
Ah.
Young Fraser:
But I understand muzzle velocity and windage, and I’m
quite clear on rifling. I’m sure I’ll know what to
do.
Young Quinn:
It’s not too late to turn back.
Young Fraser:
Yes, it is.
Young Quinn:
Okay.
[Young Fraser
prepares for the
kill]
[street]
Fraser: This is
the fence.
Quinn: You
gonna come in with me?
Fraser: I
can’t do that.
[Quinn goes in,
Fraser waits outside... Quinn comes back]
Quinn: I
suppose you want them back?
Fraser: I
think that would be a good idea.
Quinn: I don’t
have them with me.
Fraser: I
thought not. Where are they?
Quinn: Took
‘em back to the consulate. Gave them to Turnbull for
safe-keeping. I’ve failed.
Fraser: No,
Quinn, you haven’t.
[consulate: knock
knock knock]
Turnbull: Oh
for the love of Pete, I’m coming.
[distractedly opens
door]
Sorry I locked the door, I’ve been cooking. Uh, one onion
diced, celery, carrots, oh! mushrooms sliced,
fresh--
Fraser:
Turnbull?
Turnbull:
Sir?
Fraser: What
are you blithering on about?
Turnbull: Oh,
the ingredients for the dish I’m preparing. You blend them
all together and,
voila!
Fraser: Voila
what?
Turnbull:
Ratatouille.
Quinn:
Everything I hate in one bowl.
Turnbull: Mr.
Quinn. With all due respect, sir, let me nip off to the
kitchen and get you a sample. I’m pretty darn confidant
it’ll change your mind.
[doorbell
rings]
Turnbull:
Oh-oh. Would you be a peach and get that for me? Come on,
Dief.
[exits]
[Quinn opens the door... Kelly runs in, brandishing a
gun]
Kelly: Don’t
move or I’ll kill him. Don’t move! Where are they? Where
are they?!
Quinn: Do you
think I’d be stupid enough to carry them?
Kelly: Turn
‘em over right now or I’ll blow you away!
Fraser: Not
very logical. You kill him, he can’t tell you where they
are.
Kelly:
[points gun at
Fraser]
Doesn’t stop me from killing you.
Quinn: You
shoot a Mountie, they’ll hunt you forever.
Kelly: All
right, all right. Let’s go. Both of you, come on! Let’s
go!
[Turnbull enters
carrying a plate of ratatouille]
Turnbull: Oh,
company! GUN!!!
[Turnbull turns and runs into the wall, covering himself
with ratatouille and knocking himself out; Dief licks the
plate while Kelly escapes with Fraser and
Quinn]
[27th precinct; Kowalski’s phone
rings]
Ray:
[answers]
Vecchio.
Turnbull: Oh,
Detective Vecchio, there’s been a kidnapping.
Ray:
What?
Turnbull:
A-a-a-an abduction, a-a-a-an absconding, a-a-a-a seizure,
a capture!
Ray: Turnbull,
I know what it means. I need to know who, when and
where.
Turnbull: Uh,
the-the, the who
is Constable Fraser and Mr. Quinn. Um, the
when is-is just
recently. And-and the
where is at the
consulate.
Ray: What did
he look like?
Turnbull: Uh,
now let’s see, now uh, Constable Fraser--
Ray
: NOT Fraser. The kidnapper.
Turnbull:
Oh-uh-oh-oh-Okay. I-I-I managed to uh, uh, make a quick
sketch, a little something in charcoal. You see I-I left
my pastels at home, but maybe I could work it up for you
later. I’m doing some lovely work in oils--
Ray:
Turnbull!
Turnbull: Yes,
sir?
Ray: Fax
it.
[fax comes
through]
Ray: Who’s
that, Keith Carradine?
Francesca:
It’s Kelly.
Ray: He’s got
Fraser.
[interrogation
room]
Story: Oh,
great.
Ray: You know
what I got here?
Story:
What?
Ray: It’s a
ticket. Airline ticket, Kelly booked it yesterday.
Acapulco. He’s gonna be lying out in the sun, while you
sweat it out, while you get kicked around, screwed around
Joliet. He’s covering his ass. And man-to-man I suggest
you start covering yours.
Story: He’ll
kill me.
Ray: Wrong!
He’ll be in jail.
Story: Doesn’t
matter.
Ray: Look,
who’s he gonna call? Hits ‘R Us? He’s small-time muscle.
Once he’s in the joint he’s nothing. All you gotta do is
tell me where he is.
[Story scoffs]
Ray
: Look, I was trying to help you. Kelly’s laughing at you.
He’s laughing his head right off his skinny little neck.
[opens the
door]
Story:
Wait-wait-wait, wait-wait! He’s in a closed-up shop on
Cardero.
Ray: Closed-up
shop on
Cardero.
Story: Yeah,
1-36. I get a deal, right?
[Kowalski
exits]
Hey, I get a deal!
[corridor]
Ray:
[to uniformed
cop] Put
him back in his cell.
Huey: Hey,
Ray! Your parents are on the phone.
Ray: Look, put
it to rest, Jack!
Huey: I’m
serious, they’re just outside the city limits.
Ray: Look,
it’s not funny.
Huey: All
right.
Ray: It’s not
funny!
Huey:
Okay.
Ray: Shut
up!
[Huey
laughs]
[darkened shop; Fraser & Quinn are standing, tied to a
pole]
Kelly: Okay,
we’re gonna make this real simple. You tell me where the
jewels are and I won’t kill your Mountie friend.
Fraser: Don’t
listen to him, Quinn.
Kelly:
[hits
Fraser]
Shut up!
Fraser: He’ll
kill us as soon as he has the jewels.
Kelly: Oh!
Well, maybe one in the kneecap just to get the ball
rolling, huh?
Quinn: I’ll
take you to them.
Fraser
Quinn.
Quinn
: It’s okay, Ben.
Kelly. All
right. [to
Quinn]
Good boy! [to
Fraser]
Bad boy! Good boy! Bad boy! Good boy. Bad boy.
[outside the shop;
the police arrive]
Huey: Nothing
opens onto the alley.
Welsh: Back
entrance?
Dewey:
Nothing.
Huey: So the
front’s the only way out.
Welsh. All
right, could be nobody’s home, could be we got a fruitcake
with two hostages. We’ll take it real slow.
Ray: I think I
can get up to that window.
[door opens; Kelly
appears holding Quinn at gunpoint]
Ray:
Kelly!
Kelly: I’ve
got two hostages!
Ray: Come on,
we’ve all seen the movie. Forget about it.
Kelly: I’ll do
it. I swear to God I’ll do it! Now move back!
Ray: You put
the gun down, we can all go home. Nobody has to die
here.
Kelly: One of
‘em’s a cop.
Ray: Right.
Just buys you trouble.
Kelly: It buys
me a way outta here. You got a cell phone?
[Kowalski nods]
Kelly
: Use it! 555-0165.
[goes back inside
with Quinn]
Ray:
555-0...You get the rest of that?
Dewey & Huey
& Welsh: Yeah.
Welsh: All
right, I want the SWAT team, hostage negotiators, the
whole magilla.
Ray: Look, you
get the SWAT team in here, we’re not in charge
anymore.
Welsh: It’s
procedure, Detective.
Ray: Yeah, but
that is Fraser in there. I don’t wanna see some black-vest
hot-shot come in here and screw up our deal.
Huey: Relax.
It’s what they’re trained for.
Ray: I know
that’s what they’re trained for! Come on, let me talk to
him at least until they get here. At least until they get
here!
[inside; Kelly ties
Quinn back up]
Fraser:
[whispers]
(How are your ropes?)
Quinn: (Tight.
Losing circulation in my fingers. Can you move your
hands?)
Fraser: (I
think so.)
Quinn: (There.
Untie mine.)
Kelly: Come
on. Come on! Use the damn phone! Come on!
[looks through the
window, watches Kowalski taking out his phone]
[Fraser slowly unties the knots; Kelly gets suspicious and
starts to walk over to them... his cell phone
rings]
Kelly: We gonna
deal?
Ray: What do
you want?
Kelly: What, I
thought you saw
this movie!
Ray: Refresh
my memory.
Kelly: Okay.
Listen. Carefully. You got one minute to put a car outside
the door and clear out.
Ray: Wait a
minute, that wasn’t in the script.
Kelly: In the
script? Forget the...script! I’m not waiting for the SWAT
team and the hostage guys. Now you do it right now or I
shoot the Indian!
Ray: Look. You
shoot anybody, it’s all over. You shoot anybody, I’ll kill
you myself.
Kelly: One
minute. And don’t forget, I got two in here and one’s
expendable. All right?
[outside]
Ray: Look, we
got to do something or he’s going to shoot somebody.
Welsh: Do
something and maybe we’ll make him shoot somebody, you
ever think of that? What do you wanna do?
Ray: Pull
back. Bring my car up here, leave it. Maybe I can get
close enough to make something happen.
Welsh: No, I
don’t like it.
Ray: Look, I
don’t care if you like it! He’s gonna pull the trigger.
He’s crazy, trust me on this. Trust me on this.
[inside]
Quinn: One
knot at a time, Ben. One knot at a time.
Concentrate.
[woods; Young Fraser is taking aim]
Young Quinn:
Try and feel it. Feel where it’s moving. Feel when he
turns towards
you.
[inside the shop]
Quinn: Feel it,
Ben.
Kelly:
[mutters]
Where’s that car? I need that car. I
can’t believe this. Stalling! The bastards are
stalling!
[Quinn is freed,
then runs... Kelly shoots]
[outside]
Ray: Gunshot!
[runs to a police
motorcycle & starts it
up]
[inside]
Kelly:
[to
Fraser]
Don’t you move!
Fraser: Now
you’ve lost a hostage. If I know Quinn, you’ll probably
never find him. What do you propose to do?
Kelly: I’ll
kill you!
Fraser: Well,
I would have thought keeping me alive would improve your
bargaining position.
Kelly: Screw
it! [cocks gun &
points it at Fraser’s back]
Quinn:
Hey!
[Kelly spins &
shoots at Quinn; Fraser frees himself; Kelly points the
gun at Fraser... Kowalski crashes through the window on
the motorcycle, knocking Kelly over; Kelly stands &
points the gun at Kowalski... Fraser kicks the gun out of
Kelly’s hand and knocks him over]
Ray : Don’t move! Don’t move! Hand away from the gun! Away from the gun! Hands behind your back. Behind your back!
[27th
precinct; Francesca is being interviewed for TV]
Francesca:
Getting the property back into the hands of the rightful
owners is what it’s all about.
Diane Bowen:
Thank you, Miss Vecchio. For women tough on crime, I’m
Diane Bowen.
Man:
And...cut! Good, we got
it.
[corridor]
Welsh: I’ve got
to admit it was a creative use of a motorcycle, but I
wonder what would have happened if you fell on Quinn and
Fraser.
Ray: I never
thought of that, but I got great cop, umm...
Fraser:
Instincts?
Ray:
Yeah.
Welsh: Cop
instincts.
Ray:
Yeah.
Huey: Hey,
Ray!
Ray:
What?
Huey: They’re
here.
Ray:
Who?
Huey: Your
parents.
Ray: All
right, all right, all right, all right. Look, quit kidding
around. First time’s kinda funny, second time sorta funny,
now--
Huey
: No, no.
Ray:
What?
Huey: It’s not
a joke. They’re set up outside.
Ray: Set up?
Where?
Huey: In the
parking
lot.
[Kowalski, Fraser & Quinn walk outside; Kowalski’s
parents are sitting in deck chairs on some fake grass with
a tiny white picket fence surrounding it, next to a
trailer]
Dad (Damien):
[to
Mom] Here
comes your son.
Mom: Stanley!
Oh Stanley, look at you!
[embraces
Kowalski]
You haven’t changed a stick! Your father and I fought from
the moment we left the trailer park in Arizona, fought
right across the country. ‘He’ll have changed’ your father
said, ‘changed
utterly.’
‘Damien,’ I said, ‘that’s impossible. He’s our
son!’
[lets him
go] Look
at you! You’re exactly the same as the moment you came
into this world. You’re hungry, aren’t you?
Ray: No, no,
I’m not--
Mom: I knew
it! [goes inside
the trailer]
[pause]
Damien
: Son.
Ray: Uh,
Dad.
[long
pause]
Damien : I brought along a-a little something of yours.
[they walk to the rear of the trailer, and Damien unveils
the
GTO]
Ray: Wow! She
still runs?
Damien: I’ve
kept her going. Regular work. Tell you something, son.
There’s nothing like a long Arizona highway to keep an
engine running clean.
Ray: Thanks,
Dad.
[Kowalski & Damien shake hands]
Damien: Your
hair looks good.
[Fraser & Quinn
look on]
Quinn: I’ve
failed.
Fraser: How do
you see that?
Quinn: It’s
hard to think of my land being under a hundred feet of
water and not see it as a failure.
Fraser: You
know there’s a...a short entry in one of my father’s
journals that reads, ‘My adversaries appear ready to
listen. I’m nearing victory.’ And that entry was written
the day before he was shot.
Quinn: Your
father acted heroically.
Fraser: Yes.
But he’s not here. At least uh...
[looks
around] He
doesn’t appear to be.
Quinn: I wanna
thank you, Ben.
Fraser: For
the jewels? You would have returned them anyway.
Quinn: How do
you know that?
Fraser: I know
you.
Quinn: You do,
don’t you.
Fraser: Yes, I
do. You let me make one of the biggest mistakes of my
life.
[woods; Young Fraser
is poised to shoot; the caribou turns towards him &
pauses; Young Fraser shoots, and the animal lows in
pain... the elation on Young Fraser’s face fades as he
realizes what he’s
done]
End