Free Willie

 

[high floor of skyscraper (One LaSalle Street Building): Lloyd & Little Brokerage]

[three people wearing ski masks and sunglasses step out of the elevator, brandishing weapons]

Robbers: Good afternoon. [woman screams]  Get down on the floor! On the floor now! Get down now! Nobody move. [more screams; robber shoots the security guard]  On the ground!  Keep your head down. Get down. [everyone is hitting the deck]  Get down there. Get on the floor. Get down. Stay on the floor. Shut up! Get out of my way.  [they locate the manager and he opens the vault at gunpoint; robber takes a manila envelope and puts it in a leather bag]  Here it is. Let’s go. Move. Move. Move. Come on. Nobody move. Get back down. On the floor. On the floor. Get back down.  [they exit via elevator; they change clothes and split up outside, leaving nonchalantly]

 

 

<Doo Mah>

 

[in Buick Riviera]

Ray: Fraser, you do not want to live in this neighborhood. Cops do not live in areas like this. Most people we bust won’t even live here.

Fraser: Why? It’s central, convenient. I can walk to work in seven minutes.

Ray: Not without backup.

Fraser: 231. It’s just up on the right.

Ray: Do me a favor. Let’s just turn around. I’ll take you back to your hotel.

Fraser: Oh I can’t. I checked out. The windows wouldn’t open.

Ray: Fraser, this is Chicago. The only reason to open a window is to get a better aim.

 

[inside (run-down) apartment building]

Ray: Oh, yeah. I can see what draws you to this place. Decorative graffiti motif. The clever use of plumbing to create the waterfall effect. And the ease and convenience of being able to dump your garbage right into the hall.

Fraser: I forgot to ask if they take pets. Diefenbaker!

Ray: Oh yeah, A dog could easily throw off the delicately balanced ecosystem. Don’t worry big fella, you’ll have plenty to hunt in here.

Fraser: [to man sleeping on stairwell]  Pardon us.

Dennis: Yo. I found the key.

Fraser: I’ll be right up, sir. [aside]  Ray. Ray. Ray.

Ray: What?

Fraser: Is my lanyard straight?

Ray: [loudly]  He’s a slumlord!

Dennis: Up here on the terrace level is where you get your great view. Of course it costs a little extra, but it’s worth every penny.

Ray: Is there a terrace?

Dennis: No.

Fraser: Would you like to see my references now?

Dennis: References?

Ray: It’s like a rap sheet.

Dennis: No, that’s okay.

Fraser: Mrs. Garcia, Mr. Campbell. Hello Mr. Mustafi! [slam]

Ray: You know these people?

Fraser: No, I memorized their names from the mailboxes. Good morning Mrs. Krezjapolov. [slam]   It only takes a little extra effort to be a good neighbor, Ray.

[Dennis opens the door]

Dennis: This is the place. The furniture, appliances, and all of this great stuff is included.  [light bulb bursts] Utilities are extra. On a good date, you can see Canada just across the lake.

Fraser: Canada’s 480 miles due north.

Dennis: You have to really squint.

[woman screams; in the street a person runs off, purse in hand]

Woman: Get him!  He’s got my bag!

Fraser: Excuse me. I’ll be back. Dief, go!

[Dief runs out the door, and Fraser jumps out the window; Vecchio & Dennis watch astonished as Fraser climbs the fire escape to the roof]

Dennis: He’s not some kind of nut, is he?

Ray: He’s a Mountie. It’s something they do.

[Vecchio sticks his leg out the window]

Ray: Hey Benny, you wanna hold up there?

Dennis: [yelling out the window]  Hey, you taking the place or what?

Fraser: I’ll be right back with the deposit.

Dennis: Well, you better. This place is in high demand.

[Vecchio drops carefully to the landing]

[Dief leaps through doorway flanked by two out-of-it vagrants]

Street person1: Looked like a wolf.

Street person2: Yep.

[purse-snatcher (Willie) runs along the sidewalk, followed by Dief; Fraser follows on rooftops, leaping over an alley, and landing into the midst of a work site]

Fraser: Morning.

Rooftop Worker: [stunned]  Morning.

[Vecchio comes to the gap, and pauses…]

Ray: Well, come on! You gonna help me or what?

Rooftop Worker: [eating banana]  I’m on lunch.

[Willie runs down another alley]

Fraser: This-- [leaps, barely catching building across the alley] --was a mistake.

[Vecchio climbs very carefully across his alley on a metal ladder]

Ray: Okay, this is good. This is fine. [slips]  Whoa! Don’t shake it!

[pursuit continues through backyards, Fraser & Dief following; Vecchio tumbles over an edge, and nearly falls to the ground; he goes back to the work site and takes the ladder]

Rooftop Worker: Hey, I’m working here!

Ray: So sue me.

[Willie climbs over a fence, and Dief does, too; Fraser shimmies down a drainpipe that starts to come away from the wall…]

Fraser: Oh.

[…and lands on his feet directly in front of Willie]

Fraser: That’s far enough, son.

Willie: What are you, a flying boy scout or something?

Fraser: Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police. [Dief growls menacingly]  You’ve broken the law, son. That carries a heavy penalty, perhaps you didn’t think that through.

Willie: Man, back off, okay, just back off!

Fraser: Well, I’m afraid I can’t do that. Now if you’ll hand me that purse--

Willie: I said, BACK OFF!  [pulls gun]

Fraser: Diefenbaker. No. [Dief stops growling]

Willie: Yeah, you better keep that dog off me, or else I’m gonna pop him, too!

Fraser: No, you won’t. You’re gonna hand me that gun, you’re gonna return that purse, and you’re gonna apologize to that lady.

Willie: Why? I got the gun.

Fraser: Because you don’t want to hurt anyone. And because if you don’t, you might end up hurting yourself.

[pause, then Willie hands Fraser the gun]

Willie: Well, you know, you lucky, cop. I coulda shot you right through the heart.

Fraser: I don’t think so, because that would require knowing how to take off the safety.

Ray: Aaaaaaah!  *thump*  [as Vecchio falls off the roof]

 

[street]

Mrs. Dogwood: Apartment 4D. Six o’clock.

Fraser: Well thank you Mrs. Dogwood, I look forward to it.

Mrs. Dogwood: Please, call me Enid.  [exits]

Ray: Hey! Hey!! What’s going on?

Fraser: I’ve just been invited to dinner.

Ray: No, where is he?

Fraser: Who?

Ray: The kid! The purse snatcher. Where is he? I wanna book him.

Fraser: Oh, I let him go.

Ray: You let him go?

Fraser: Well, he apologized and promised never to steal again.

Ray: You just let him go?!

Fraser: Not without a stern warning. Also, he gave me this.  [hands Vecchio the gun]

[they get into the Riv]

Ray: Does the word ‘incarcerate’ mean anything to you?!?

Fraser: Well, it’s from the medieval Latin, incarceratus,’ to imprison--

Ray: Medieval Latin? You let a perp go and you’re giving me medieval Latin?

Fraser: Actually, perpetrator is also Latin, from perpetrare--

Ray: Shut up, okay? Just shut up.

 

[consulate; Fraser is motionless doing guard duty]

Marauding Cleaner Salesman: [polishing Fraser’s boot]  Now, you strike me as a man with who has only one thing on his mind. You’re saying to yourself, ‘Why do I need another all-purpose cleanser?’  Now, Dandy Cleanser isn’t just any cleaning product. It removes rust, stains, mildew, and always leaves a dandy shine. Hey, look! You can see your face in it.

Ray: No kidding, can you see my badge in it?

Marauding Cleaner Salesman: In fact I can. [exits]

Ray: [sighs]  Okay. I know you’re acting as Canada’s last line of defense here, guarding your consulate against marauding cleanser salesmen, but we’ve got a problem. You know that gun you took off that purse snatcher this morning? I ran it through ballistics, guess what it spit out?  Go ahead, guess. [scoffs]  You need a clue? It rhymes with ‘the kid shot somebody.’  [pause]  All right, not interested? I’ll catch you later. [walks away]

[bell tolls]

Fraser: Ray.

Ray: Ah, sure.  Now you want to talk.

Fraser: Shift just ended. What do you mean he shot somebody?

Ray: A bullet from the kid’s gun matches one that they dug out of a guy’s arm yesterday. Robbery at a brokerage firm.

Fraser: Diefenbaker. [to Vecchio]  He didn’t do it you know. The kid.

Ray: And if he did, I’m sure he apologized.

 

[27th precinct; interrogation room A; Fraser & Vecchio watch through 2-way mirror]

Huey: Okay, Mr. Hamlin.  As we play the tape I want you to talk us through it, all right?

Hamlin: Okay.

Huey: Okay.

Gardino: Play the tape?

Huey: Go ahead.

Ray: Security camera runs twenty four hours in the place. They come in at 4:38, they’re gone by 4:41. Three minutes.

Fraser: Indicating someone with a lot of experience.

Ray: Or somebody quick on their feet.

Hamlin: There they are. There they are. Three of them. Two were maybe six foot, the other one was maybe five three or four. The little one just stuck a gun in my ribs. He just shot someone, I thought.

Gardino: Yeah, I’m sure he did. Did the guy say anything?

Hamlin: Just "open the vault."  I did.

Huey: Looks like they knew what they were after. They didn’t touch any of the other stuff.

Hamlin: Just the bearer bonds.

Huey: The little one, you said he was five three or four. Could it have been a kid? You know, a teenager.

Hamlin: I’m not sure, uh, yeah, I suppose, yes.

Ray: Not a betting man, are you, Benny? [exits]

 

[interrogation room B]

Ray: Lambert, William. Age 13. Quite a little record here, Willie. Seven arrests. First at age ten. Petty theft. Theft. More theft.

Willie: I have to support my mother.

Ray: You don’t have a mother, kid.

Public Defender (Caroline Wilson): He also has no convictions so you shouldn’t even have that list.

Ray: We don’t need it. We checked your fingerprints against the gun. The only ones that come up are yours. You’re going down for this one, Willie.

Willie: I told you, I found it somewhere.

Caroline Wilson: You don’t have to tell them anything. Okay?

Fraser: Well that’s true, but I’d suggest it’s in Willie’s best interest to talk to us. If you are innocent, son, the police have no reason to incarcerate you.

Caroline Wilson: You’re not from around here are you?

Willie: Huh. I’m suppose to trust you?

Fraser: Well, I think you know you can.

Willie: Look. All I know about cops is, all they want to do is just put you away.

Fraser: All right. Ray, I think we’ve done all we can here.

Ray: Yeah, the kid’s born mean.

Willie: Hey-hey-hey, wait a minute. You’re not going to offer me some kind of deal or something?

Fraser: No. All I can give you is my word that I’ll do my best for you.

Caroline Wilson: Not good enough.

Willie: She said it.

Fraser: I understand. Ray?

Ray: Too bad, kid.

 

[corridor]

Ray: Good, let him sweat. Punk’ll crack in twenty minutes.

Fraser: He’s scared, but he’s a pretty tough kid. I don’t think he’ll respond to threats.

Huey: Nice job, Vecchio.

Ray: Is that a compliment, Jack, or do my ears deceive me?

Gardino: Oh don’t be so hard on yourself, Ray. Sooner or later you have to solve one case. Did your Mountie friend help you?

Fraser: Benton Fraser, Deputy Liaison Officer.

Gardino: Jack Huey, Louis Gardino, Actual detectives.

Ray: Or as we call them, Huey and Louie.

Gardino: It’s Louis, Vecchio, and I don’t like your mouth.

Ray: Touchy, Louie!

Gardino: You want to see touchy?

Ray: Yeah, I do.

Huey: Easy fellas. If you’ll excuse us Detective Gardino and I have a suspect to interrogate. Thank you. [takes the file]

Ray: Hey Jack, that’s my pinch. You talk to that kid without me, I’m taking this to the Lieutenant.

Huey: Sure, Ray, if you think your record will support that. Go ahead.

Ray: Are you maligning my record, Jack?

Fraser: Ray, we’re all on the same team. These men are highly skilled investigators. I’m sure if they need our help, they’ll ask.

Gardino: Oh, absolutely.

Huey: Absolutely.

[Huey & Gardino go into interrogation room B]

Ray: How could you do that? How could you turn my arrest over to them?

Fraser: The lunchroom is this way?

Ray: Do you know how many times an offender falls right into your lap? How many times do you think that happens, huh, Fraser? How many?!

 

[break room; Vecchio gets a vending machine sandwich]

Ray: You know what your problem is? You think if you’re nice to people, people are gonna be nice to you.  [spits out sandwich]  Did you make this, or scrape it off the street?

Vending Guy: Salmon, right? [hands Fraser a sandwich]

Fraser: Thank you, Hugo.

Ray: You know, maybe up in the Arctic Circle you cooperate with your cop buddies.  I mean, who’s going to fight over ice, right?

Fraser: Well, actually there was an incident once--

Ray: I don’t want to hear it. The point is, down here you make your own cases or they turn you into a bicycle cop. And how do you know his name?

Fraser: It’s written on his shirt.

Ray: This is what’s wrong with you! You don’t know what’s important and what’s not! The name of the vending machine guy, this is not important. This is a detail you do not need to record. You want to record a detail? Try this. That was my case!!

[Huey & Gardino exit the interrogation room]

Huey: Okay. The kid says he’ll only talk to the guy in the hat.

Fraser: Could you? [Gardino opens the door]  Thank you kindly.

Ray: I’m with the guy in the hat, fellas. [takes the file]  You’re not.

 

[interrogation room B]

Willie: I told you, I didn’t shoot nobody. I never even saw the gun before yesterday.

Fraser: Where did you see it?

Willie: Someplace.

Ray: Like in your pocket?

Caroline Wilson: Interview is over.

Fraser: I’m sorry. May I? Why don’t you tell us *how* you found it, Willie?

Willie: I was on my way home from school. [Vecchio clears throat]  Okay, the track. And I see this lady come out of this building on Michigan Avenue.

Ray: You got a number on that building?

Willie: Oh yeah, right. I wrote it down in my laptop. Well anyway, she goes down this alley, and there’s no one around, and her bag is just hanging there, so I grabbed it and took off. I get away, find the gun in the bag, end of story.

Ray: ‘Fraid not, Tolstoy. You see, you happened to steal a bag which happened to have a gun in it, which happened to be used in commission of a major robbery.

Willie: So I had a bad day.

Ray: Tell me something I don’t know.

Fraser: This woman. Can you describe her?

Willie: Depends. Can you get me out of here? Right-right I know, you’ll do your best.

 

[Lieutenant Welsh’s office]

Huey: No way. No way is that kid going to walk!

Gardino: Lieutenant, we got his prints on the gun, and it was in his possession.

Ray: The kid’s a pickpocket. He could have gotten the gun anywhere. Your own eyewitness can’t even place him at the scene, Louie.

Gardino: One of the offenders matches his height and frame, Ray.

Ray: Oh yeah, you’re right.  Why try to find who did it when you can blame the nearest twelve-year-old?  I know a toddler who you can arrest for assault.

Gardino: That’s enough. You and me on the roof.

Welsh: Ho-ho-ho-o, easy now. Detective Vecchio, I could have sworn I specifically assigned this case to Detective Huey and Detective Gardino.

Gardino: That’s right Lieutenant. Our case, our call.

Welsh: Shut up, Louie.

Gardino: It’s Louis, sir.

Ray: Lieutenant, can I help it if the kid’ll only talk to a Mountie?

Welsh: Ah, yes. The Mountie. I thought they sent you back up to the Yukon.

Fraser: Well they did, sir. And then they sent me back here again. I’m afraid I’m not all that well-liked up there, sir.

Welsh: By up there you mean...

Fraser: Pretty much all of Canada, sir.

[Huey & Gardino chuckle]

Welsh: The wolf isn’t involved in this, is it?

Ray: Only peripherally, sir.

Fraser: Permission to speak freely, sir?

Welsh: This I like. ‘Permission to speak freely.’ Go ahead, young man.

Fraser: Leftenant, Willie Lambert is a petty thief. If he’d stolen a million dollars in bearer bonds, he’d hardly be on the street the next morning stealing purses.

Welsh: Good reason. Louie?

Gardino: Maybe some of the bigger kids took it away from him. How do I know?

Fraser: He says he found the gun in a briefcase he stole, and he can identify its owner.

Ray: We’ve got him out there right now, sir, putting together a composite.

Huey: Lieutenant, you let that kid walk out of here, you’ll never see him again.

Welsh: Are you willing to take responsibility for him?

Ray: Personally? You see, that’s a problem, sir, in that, you know, I date a lot, and--

Welsh: Yeah. Huey and Louie get him.

Gardino: Good call, Lieutenant.

Fraser: I’ll take responsibility, sir.

Welsh: You want him.

Ray: It’s a Mountie thing, sir. Two more points and he gets to go camping.

Welsh: All right. You got him.

Huey: Wait a minute, Lieutenant. You gotta--

Gardino: Come on--

Welsh: Ah-ah.

Fraser: Thank you, sir.

Welsh: Oh, one more thing. If you lose him, Vecchio loses his shield.

Fraser: It’s perfectly reasonable, sir.

 

[Elaine’s desk; composite sketch on the monitor]

Ray: Do you know who this is? This is Heather Locklear. This kid is yanking our chain.

Willie: Hey-hey, wait a minute. I saw her for two seconds. You try to draw one of these things.

Elaine: I’ll run it through VI-CAP, see if I can find a match.

Fraser: Thanks, Elaine.

Elaine: Want me to call you at home?

Ray: My case, Elaine, me, Detective Vecchio, police officer. You talk directly to me, okay?

Elaine: But I should probably have the number just in case.

Fraser: Oh, uh, [clears throat] I’m afraid I don’t have--

Ray: He uses smoke signals. We’ll call in. Willie? Come on, mush.

[they walk through bullpen]

Ray: What, they don’t have women in the Yukon?

Fraser: Certainly. It’s just they’re not quite so, uh ...

Female Cop: Like your dog.

Fraser: He’s white.

Ray: Oh, very smooth.

Female Cop: Call me.

Ray: Get out. [to Willie]  And you? Get out. ‘Call me’? You throw out a lame line like that and she says, ‘Call me’?!

 

[outside the station; as soon as Willie clears the doors he takes off running]

Ray: Oh, yeah this is going to be fun. [chases] Stop that kid!

[Willie runs to bus & gets on; so does Dief… the bus pulls away]

Ray: We lost the little creep! We lost him!

Fraser: He’ll be back.

[bus screeches to a halt in the middle of the street, and Dief & Willie get off]

Willie: Can I just say I really appreciate the trust you placed in me?

Ray: Yeah, right.

Willie: My sister was on that bus. I just wanted to tell her that I wouldn’t be in school for a while.

Ray: You got one more chance kid. One.

Willie: Okay-okay. You want evidence, I’ll show you lots of evidence. Jeez.

 

[vacant lot]

Ray: [knocks over a trash barrel]  So where is it?!

Willie: It should be here. I dropped it around here somewhere.

Fraser: Nothing fits the description, Willie.

Willie: Man, maybe it was stolen or something.

Ray: Oh, yeah, right, again?!

Willie: Maybe you noticed this isn’t the best neighborhood, cop.

Ray: This kid is making me very angry.

[Dief noses around overturned barrel]

Fraser: What have you got?

[Dief takes off after a scent]

Ray: Why does this have to be my life? Mounties, dogs.

Fraser: Come on, Ray.

Ray: We’re coming, we’re coming. You hook up the sled.

Lady (Celeste): [muttering, petting Dief, holding the leather bag]  Say ah. Yeah, yeah. Is your dog?

Fraser: Yes, ma’am.

Celeste: Oh, nice dog. Good listener. Heh heh heh.

Fraser: Actually he’s deaf.

Celeste: [loudly] Oh, nice doggie.

Ray: Okay-okay, so what have we got?

Willie: There it is.

Fraser: Uh, Ray, this is uh--

Celeste: Celeste.

Ray: Enough with the names. Police. Give me the bag. [grabs for it]

Celeste: Oh come on!

Ray: Gimme the bag!

Lady: Help!

Fraser: Ray-Ray-Ray. Please. Excuse me, ma’am. That briefcase is needed in a criminal investigation, and we’d be most appreciative of your cooperation.

Celeste: Huh. Fifty bucks.

Fraser: Ray?

Ray: I’m not giving her fifty bucks!

Fraser: Well, I’m afraid all I can give you is five.

Celeste: Why this money is blue?

Fraser: It’s Canadian.

Celeste: I’m not.

Ray: All right. All right. Give me the bag.

[she grabs the bill, he grabs the bag]

Fraser: Thank you, ma’am.

[opens the bag, pulls out manila envelope…to find only blank papers]

Ray: Don’t look like bonds to me.

Willie: What?

 

[alley; watching Vecchio, Fraser, and Willie]

Morgan: [on cell phone] I found the kid…No, I don’t think you want me to do that right now…He’s with some cops, and they found your phony bonds…Hey, quit whining, I’m the one he can identify! I said I’d take care of him and I will. Just you make sure my share doesn’t disappear or I’ll take care of you. Understood?

 

[Willie’s apartment; Vecchio searches the place]

Ray: I’m warning you, Willie, I’m not taking any more from you. If I find a bond in here kid, you’re going away for this.

Willie: I didn’t take no stupid bonds! I don’t even know what a bond is.

Fraser: There wasn’t anything else inside the bag? Certificates with seals on them?

Willie: On my sister’s life. And I do have a sister.

Ray: Oh yeah, so where is she?

Willie: Around.

Fraser: [sniffs rotten milk]  Is she the one who does the shopping?

Willie: She’s been busy, okay? So you two go home, get some rest, and we’ll start fresh in the morning, okay?

Fraser: He can’t stay here.

Ray: Well he’s not staying at my place.

Fraser: Can you make a bed?

Willie: You mean out of twigs?

 

[Fraser’s apartment; Willie bounces quarter on freshly-made bed]

Willie: Satisfied?

Fraser: Couldn’t have done better myself.

Willie: So, I took out the trash, washed the walls, and made the bed eight thousand times. What’s next, maneuvers?

Fraser: Here. [gives money]

Willie: For what?

Fraser: You earned it.

Willie: Yeah?

Fraser: Yeah. [unrolls bedroll on the other side of the room]  Goodnight, Diefenbaker.

[Dief grumbles from his place underneath the table]

Willie: Fraser?

Fraser: Mm-hmm?

Willie: You know crack dealers are even afraid to come into this neighborhood?

Fraser: Goodnight, Willie.

Willie: Fraser?

Fraser: Uh-huh?

Willie: Why is this money pink?

Fraser: Goodnight, Willie.

Willie: Goodnight.

 

[Riv]

Elaine: [voice]  Her name’s Carol Morgan, alias Morgan Thomas, alias--

Ray: Whoa-whoa-whoa, Elaine. Is that a definite make?

Elaine: [voice] According to the FBI. Is Fraser with you?

Ray: Fraser doesn’t work there, Elaine, I do. Now about the suspect?

Elaine: [voice] Armed robbery, three arrests, one conviction, all in Florida.

Ray: Long way to come to steal blank paper.

Fraser: Indeed.

Elaine: [voice] Fraser, is that you?

 

[One LaSalle Street Building]

Fraser: You’d better stay here, son.

Ray: You can’t leave him in the car.

Fraser: He’ll be fine.

Willie: Absolutely.

Fraser: Dief. Dief. Stay.

Willie: Damn.

[Vecchio goes through the revolving door; Fraser stands holding other door open]

Fraser: After you, sir. After you.

Ray: Do all Canadians grow up longing to be doormen, because this does explain the uniform.

Fraser: Why five o’clock? [still holding the door as people go in & out]

Ray: Sorry?

Fraser: Why pick the busiest time of the day to stage a robbery?

Ray: So you can disappear into the crowd.

Fraser: Still, you’d think with all the potential witnesses, of the difficulty of making a getaway. I mean--

Ray: Can we talk about this inside?

Fraser: Oh, certainly.

[Vecchio holds door for Fraser, then steps aside for another person]

Ray: Oh, why not? After you. Oh, please, after you. Anybody else?

 

[Lloyd & Little Brokerage; Hamlin’s office; Hamlin holds the manila envelope]

Ray: Do you recognize this, Mr. Hamlin?

Hamlin: This could be it, but it’s hard to say. Every financial firm in this city uses these.

[Fraser enters the open vault, ducking under the crime scene tape]

Ray: Could you have made a mistake, handed the thief the wrong portfolio?

Hamlin: Huh, don’t I wish. But the auditors have combed this place from top to bottom. If the bonds were still here, they’d have found them. Is he…?

[Fraser licks his finger & points it up]

Ray: Observing. He’s very thorough.

Hamlin: So I see.

 

[Riv]

Willie: Now, I’m just going to go for a little walk. [Dief barks & growls] Okay-okay. Jeez.

 

[Lloyd & Little Brokerage]

Hamlin: Well, perhaps the thief handed the bonds off to an accomplice. Or maybe the bag you found wasn’t even hers.

Fraser: It’s a possibility. Thanks for your help.

Hamlin: Anything I can do.

[ushers them out of the office]

Ray: He is in on it.

Fraser: Yes.

Ray: Don’t ask me how I know, but I know... How do you know?

Fraser: Same way you do.

Ray: I guessed.

Fraser: Oh.

Ray: What do you mean, Oh? How do you know? You stick a wet finger in the air and you figured out he was a thief?

Fraser: No-no. From, that all I can tell is they have a malfunction in the ventilating system. [to repairman]  Pardon me, you have a broken cooling vent in suite B. It’s of no importance, Ray.

Ray: [laughs]  So?

Fraser: He told us. He referred to the thief as ‘her.’

Ray: And before he said they were all men, as did the other witnesses.  So the only way he could know is if he was in on it.

Fraser: Exactly.

Ray: Well, exactly.

 

[Riv]

Willie: See? We could take a ride through the park. I mean, it’s a beautiful day. [Dief barks]  Oh, man you’re a real pain, you know that?

Robber: Hey. [tries to stick his hand in the open window, Willie rolls it up on him]  Come on. Come on. Come on, open the door!

[Robber smashes the window & tries to get in, while Willie gets into the front seat; he sees Morgan watching…]

 

[elevator]

Ray: So the robbery had to be a cover. The thieves never had the bonds. Hamlin stole ‘em.

Fraser: My question is: How did Hamlin get the bonds out of the office, and where are they? Per the accountant, the bonds were still in the vault at 4:08 p.m.

Ray: And we know this because?

Fraser: Because he signed the log in the vault, and Hamlin never left the office all day.

Ray: So the accountant took them.

Fraser: No. Everyone is checked by security upon leaving.

Ray: Huh. So the question is: How did Hamlin get the bonds out, and where are they?

Fraser: Uh-huh.

 

[Riv]

[Robber smashes another window, as Dief barks rabidly]

Robber: Come on, come on. Get the stupid dog!. Come on, shoot the dog, shoot the dog.

[Willie hotwires the car, and it lurches as one guy shoots the car]

Fraser: Ray!

[the Riv screeches backwards fast; Robbers get into their car and follow; Vecchio runs after the robbers; Fraser runs the other way]

Ray: Fraser?!

Fraser: Be right there.

Ray: Hey!

 

[car chase; Vecchio huffing & puffing after them when Fraser pulls beside him driving horse & buggy.  Music: ‘It’s All Over’ by The Headstones.]

Fraser: Hop up.

Ray: What the--? [he gets on] Go-go-go! Good to see you, Benny.

Fraser: Good to see you, Ray. Hyah!

[through the alleys, very fast; Vecchio is having a good time]

Ray: Woo-hoo-hoo! 

Fraser: Hyah!

[now onto city streets]

Fraser: Hyah! Hyah!

Ray: Through the park.

Fraser: You got it, Ray. Hyah!

[hansom cab almost runs down rollerbladers]

Ray: Police! Police! Get out of the way. Get out of the way.

Fraser: Sorry. Hyah!

[through the park]

Ray: Coming through, coming through! Look out, look out!

Fraser: Hyah!

[through a picnic]

Fraser: Sorry!

Ray: Sorry, sorry.

Fraser: Hyah!

[car]

Robber: Go-go!

[hansom cab; Fraser tips hat at stunned pedestrians]

Fraser: Excuse me. Hyah!

Ray: Whoa!

Fraser: Hyah!

Ray: Whoa!

Fraser: Hyah!

Ray: Whoa!

Fraser: Hyah!

[Willie turns a corner & stalls the car; Fraser pulls in front of the Riv; Morgan is forced to turn; before Vecchio can aim his gun, robbers have sped away…and Willie has escaped]

Ray: Damn!

 

[27th precinct; Welsh’s office]

Ray: So he yanks on the reins, the horses rear up, the car swerves, it takes off.  It really was amazing, sir.

Welsh: Sounds it. And how ‘bout our witness?

Ray: Oh, uh, yes, he uh, what he did was, he--

Fraser: He ran away.

Ray: More or less, yes.

Welsh: Mmm, what a shame.

Ray: No one is more chagrinned then myself, sir.

[enter Huey & Gardino]

Huey: We got there too late. Hamlin is gone.

Welsh: One disappointment after another.  Perhaps if you had thought to call in before you went cantering through the park.  But these judgement calls are so difficult to make.

Ray: Ah yes, that’s true, sir. You really had to be there.

Welsh: Would five o’clock be enough time to clear out your desk? I mean I don’t want to rush you but, uh, we could use that space for actual police work.

Ray: Five o’clock would be--

Fraser: Rush hour.

Ray: Uh, he’s just now picking these things up, sir.

Fraser: It has nothing to do with rush hour.

Ray: No, it just gives me enough time to pack.

Fraser: Permission to leave, sir.

Welsh: Oh, yes. [Fraser exits]

Ray: I better look after him, sir. [exits]

 

[interrogation room; watching the brokerage surveillance tape]

Fraser: Hamlin couldn’t have taken the bonds out himself, and he couldn’t risk the bonds being missed. So they had to remain in the vault until just before the robbery.

Ray: But if he was in on it, why didn’t he let the robbers take the bonds?

Fraser: You know, Ray, when I was a young man, my father told me one thing to always remember about thieves… Well, actually he told me two things, but I’ve forgotten the other one. Anyway, the important one is that, despite the adage, you will rarely find honor among thieves.

Ray: You can’t remember the other one?

Fraser: It was something about tying a wallet to your underwear… I was very young at the time. Anyway, the point is, if they took the money during the robbery, then Hamlin would have to trust them to give him his share.

Ray: And they don’t look like trustworthy types.

Fraser: Indeed, so he had to get the money out just before the robbery, but do it without drawing attention to himself. It would have to be a normal occurrence. Something that happened everyday just before five o’clock.

Ray: The courier! That is so stupid!

Fraser: It’s simple.

 

[Riv]

Ray: So he sent them to himself.

Fraser: No, too easy to trace.

Ray: To the woman.

Fraser: Doesn’t trust her.

Ray: To who then?

Fraser: Maybe no one. A fake name, a fake address, no way to trace it.

Ray: Which means the package would end up back at--

Fraser: The depot.

Ray: Exactly.

Fraser: Which means--

Ray: I’m going--

Fraser: --the wrong way.

Ray: Hang on.

[Vecchio does a squealing 180° turn]

Driver: Hey! Watch it, bozo!

 

[packaging office, lobby; Hamlin arrives and gets in line, waiting impatiently]

 

[Vecchio tears through traffic, siren wailing]

 

[packaging office, lobby; Morgan appears behind Hamlin]

Morgan: My cut, remember? [pokes him with her gun, as the other two robbers appear behind her] Split that up right here.

 

[Vecchio tears through an intersection]

Driver: Hey, watch it, bonehead!

 

[packaging office, lobby]

Clerk: It’s your package.

Customer: This isn’t butcher’s paper. My sister always uses butcher’s paper.

Clerk: It’s your package.

Customer: Are you sure this is the right package? I don’t think it’s my package.

Morgan: Take the package, lady. [she does, and exits]

Clerk: How can I help you?

 

[Vecchio tears through alley]

 

[packaging office, lobby]

Clerk: Sign, please.

[she does & gets the package; Hamlin pushes her with a grunt, knocking her into the other robbers, and climbs over the counter; the robbers follow; Vecchio, Fraser, & Dief burst in]

Ray: Which way? Which way?

 

[Robbers bust into the back room]

Morgan: Find him!

 

[Vecchio hops over the counter; Fraser pauses…]

Fraser: Uh, I’m here on an unofficial capacity. Do you mind if I--?

Clerk: Not at all.

Fraser: Thank you.

[…and over the counter he goes, followed by Dief]

 

[packaging office, back room]

[Morgan chases Hamlin…Fraser chases robber, tackling him into a stack of boxes…Morgan overtakes Hamlin, and grabs the bonds; she runs up a stepladder, and knocks boxes onto him]

[Fraser ties up tackled robber with a rope]

Fraser: Watch this guy, Dief. Stay.

[other robber tackles Vecchio onto a conveyor; Fraser charges up & pulls the robber off, but Vecchio’s momentum caries him onto a cart, which carries him straight into Hamlin, who falls onto the cart, too]

[Morgan runs through the shelving; she trips over the packages, and the bonds go fluttering to the floor; Vecchio finds them, kneels down to pick one up…he hears a gun cock…]

Morgan: Lose it! 

[Vecchio sets down his gun carefully; she pulls him up, gun to his neck, and Fraser rounds the corner]

Morgan: Don’t move, boy scout. Back right off.

Fraser: You all right, Ray?

Ray: I’m well, Fraser. And you?

Morgan: Dead in your tracks right there! Take out the gun and drop it on the floor.

Ray: Don’t do it, Fraser. Take the shot.

Fraser: I’m afraid I’m not carrying a gun.

Morgan: Drop the gun.

Fraser: I honestly don’t have one.

Ray: Sharpshooter first class, can take the head off a pin.

Fraser: He’s right about that.

Ray: Drop it or he takes you out.

Fraser: I would if I had a gun, Ray.

Morgan: Show me the gun!!

Fraser: Well, we’d have to go back to my office. I do have this knife.

Ray: Oh, that’s good, Benny. Threaten her with your camping utensils.

Fraser: Can’t afford to bluff, Ray. She’s already shot one person.

Morgan: Drop it on the floor, drop the belt, too.

Fraser: Are you sure you’ve thought this through, ma’am?

Morgan: Move over here slow. And pick up the bonds.

Fraser: I don’t think you want me to do that.

Morgan: Pick them up!

Fraser: All right. [drops his belt]  But it’s a mistake. [kneels]  You see, a bond is more than just a bankable note. It’s an instrument of trust between two people, indicating a promise that must be honored. Much like the promise I made to uphold the law. So you see the problem is, now that I have the bonds in my hands, I’m honor bound not to give them to you.

Ray: Give her the bonds, Fraser.

Fraser: I can’t do that, Ray.

Morgan: You got three seconds and I shoot him! One.

Fraser: I’m sorry, Ray.

Ray: What do you mean sorry?

Morgan: Two!

Ray: Give her the damn bonds!

Fraser: Can’t do it. I’m walking out of here with them.

Morgan: That’s it. He’s dead.

Fraser: Sorry to hear that. [walks away]

Ray: Fraser!

Morgan: Three!

[shoots after Fraser; she & Vecchio struggle; Vecchio pushes her to the ground; Fraser jumps down from a top shelf; she shoots…Fraser falls to the floor, and Vecchio wrestles her & cuffs her behind her back…he pulls boxes off of Fraser]

Fraser: She shot my hat, Ray.

Ray: She shot you in the hat?

Fraser: I can feel air coming in through the hole.

Ray: She shot you in the hat, all right.

Fraser: How does it look?

Ray: Doesn’t look good.

Fraser: We’ll have to go home and get my other one.

Ray: We can do that, Fraser.

Fraser: Thanks, Ray.

 

[later; cops taking the handcuffed criminals away]

Ray: All I’m saying is, is in the future it’s a good idea not to suggest someone shoot me.

Fraser: Well, I didn’t want to, Ray, but it was necessary in order to enrage her.

Ray: You wanted to enrage the person that had a gun to my neck?  That was your strategy?

Fraser: I knew that if I kept at it, eventually I’d draw her fire, and you’d get your shot. And I knew you’d trust me.

Ray: But I didn’t.

Fraser: Yes, you did.

Ray: No, I didn’t.

Fraser: Yes, you did.

Ray: No. I didn’t.

Fraser: Well, of course you did. Maybe you just weren’t fully aware of it.

Ray: I was very aware of my feelings toward you, Fraser.

Fraser: Well, if you didn’t know what I was planning, then why’d you play along?

Ray: I wasn’t playing along. I was begging for my life!

Fraser: Oh! Oh, well, uh. My mistake.

Ray: Mistake? You could’ve gotten me killed.

Fraser: Oh no, I’d never allow that. You’re my friend. You’re my best friend I’d have to say.

Ray: I am? Hey, exactly how many best friends have you had?

 

[27th precinct]

Ray: Elaine, you should have seen me. So I land on the conveyor belt, and this guy he jumps on my back, and then suddenly--

Elaine: Fraser saves you.

Ray: No, no, I flip the guy off. But then he grabs a crowbar, right? And he swings it at my head--

Elaine: Fraser grabs it.

Ray: No, I duck. And then out of nowhere--

Elaine: Fraser appears.

Ray: Did you know that he pins his wallet to his underwear?

Elaine: Cool.

[Vecchio sighs & stalks off]

Fraser: Well, actually, I was very young and the underwear was rather long and I… Ray?

Elaine: Okay.

[Welsh is sitting at Vecchio’s desk]

Ray: Lieutenant, you see I was gonna clean that out but --Willie!

[he & Welsh are playing cards]

Welsh: He said you told him that if he gets lost he should come here.

Ray: Anybody can get lost, right, Lieutenant?

Welsh: Yeah. You win, kid. [gets up] Oh, Vecchio. Good work. [exits]

Ray: He came back!

Willie: If I didn’t you would’ve got in trouble, right?

Ray: Right.

Willie: I figure that’s worth a twenty.

Ray: [laughs]  No question about it. [reaches into wallet & hands him a bill]

 

[street outside Fraser’s apartment building]

Fraser: All right, you come over, feed and walk him twice a day, and I’ll take him out again when I get home at night. Deal?

Willie: Deal.

Fraser: It’s twenty-five dollars a week as long as you stay in school. [hands him cash]

Willie: Wait a minute, that’s uh--

Fraser: I know, I know, I’m sorry. Ray, would you mind?

Ray: Here, take the wallet. Just give me an allowance. [throws it at him]

[Fraser digs out a bill & hands it to Willie]

Fraser: There you go.

Willie: Come on, Dief. Come. [enters Fraser’s building]

Ray: You can’t keep doing this you know.

Fraser: What’s that?

Ray: Romping through the streets of Chicago rescuing widows and orphans as you may.

Fraser: It’s just one kid, Ray.

Ray: You’re not in a small town anymore. You can’t rescue everyone you meet.

Fraser: No, I understand.

Street Person: Hey, Fraser! Thanks for the boots!

Fraser: Glad they fit, Gerome.

 

 

End

 

 

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