[the
Riv]
Ray: I give you
that shot a hundred times, you’ll never make it again.
Looked like something you’d do on ice skates. This ain’t
hockey, Fraser, okay? This is basketball. A good American
game.
Fraser: Well
perhaps it has become Americanized, Ray, but, like many
things Americans lay claim to, it originated
elsewhere.
Ray: Get out of
here.
Fraser: No,
it’s a fact. Basketball was invented by a Canadian.
Ray: Look, just
because some fisherman once slam-dunked a halibut into a
net--
Fraser:
Actually, it was a minister who used a soccer ball, and he
nailed peach baskets to either end of the gym.
Ray: Oh this is
very sad, Fraser.
Fraser: Of
course, Reverend Naismith
eventually immigrated to the United States. As a matter of
fact, he was working at a YMCA in Springfield,
Massachusetts, of all places, when he-- Stop the
car.
Ray:
What?
Fraser:
Someone’s parked in a fire zone.
Ray: So?
Fraser: Well,
for one thing it’s dangerous, and for another it’s
disrespectful of the law.
Ray: Fraser,
parking illegally in this town is a sport.
Fraser: All
right, I’ll catch up.
[goes to jump out of
the moving car]
Ray: Hey, hey!
You’re gonna drive my insurance rates through the
roof!
[they stop, and
Fraser confronts the driver]
Fraser: Excuse
me, sir. Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
Perhaps you didn’t notice that sign when you parked your
car, but you’re in a fire zone.
Bodine: Oh, is
that so?
Fraser: Yes,
and the problem is, you see, if the trucks were to come
they wouldn’t have a source for their fire hoses.
Bodine: You do
know what you can do with your fire hoses?
Fraser: Ah,
well, yes, if I was unable to circumvent your vehicle, I’d
pull up that sign, drive it through the side windows, and
run my hoses in between. But that’s just me.
Bodine: Hah.
Leave me alone, jocko.
Ray: Hey, hey.
License and registration, pal.
Bodine:
Register this.
[pulls gun on
them]
Tough guys. [drives
away]
[Vecchio fires twice, and Dief gives
chase]
Ray: I think I
hit a tire.
[Fraser chases after
Dief]
[Vecchio goes to get
into the Riv, and a car almost runs him over... he jumps
out of the way]
[Bodine’s tire is flat, and he crashes into a parked car; he gets out & takes off]
[back at the Riv, a woman (Suzanne) is giving Vecchio
mouth-to-mouth; he
wakes]
Suzanne: You
all right? We better get you out of the street.
[she drags him to the curb, then props him up against a telephone pole]
Suzanne
: You’ll be okay here. I gotta go.
Ray: Who are
you?
Suzanne: Long
story.
Ray:
Stay.
Suzanne: I’d
like to. Bye.
[exits]
Ray: God,
you’re beautiful.
[street; Vecchio is
being treated by an EMT]
Ray
: There was this woman.
Paramedic:
Uh-huh.
Ray: I just
opened my eyes and there she was. The most beautiful woman
I ever saw!
Paramedic:
Uh-huh. [to
Fraser]
How long was he unconscious?
Fraser: Four,
maybe five minutes.
Ray: She pulled
me to safety, and then she kissed me.
Paramedic:
Uh-huh.
Fraser: She
kissed you?
Ray: On the
lips.
Paramedic: Head
injury. It happens.
Fraser: Did she
speak to you?
Ray: She wanted
to stay. I know she did. Then she was gone. She wants me
to find her, Fraser.
Paramedic:
Uh-huh.
Ray: You want
to stop with the
uh-huh-ing?
Fraser: Do you
remember what she looked like?
Ray: She looked
exquisite.
Fraser &
Paramedic: Uh-huh.
Officer 1:
Definite hit-and-run. Skid marks everywhere. Nobody saw
the driver.
Fraser: She
must have gone that way.
Ray: What do
you mean she?
Fraser: Well,
there was no one else on the street, Ray.
Ray: You think
it was her? She saved my life!
Fraser: Well
yes, she did. After she hit you.
Officer 2:
There’s something you have to see.
Ray: I’m
telling you it was an accident. She was driving at night
in a strange neighborhood with bad street lighting.
[street lights are
fully
functional]
Okay, okay, so maybe she was nearsighted.
[Fraser
nods]
Officer 2: He
actually stopped a guy on the south side to lecture him on
fire safety?
Ray: Well, it’s
Saturday night, and he’s Canadian.
[she opens trunk
with many weapons in it]
Officer
2
: Good
call.
[27th
precinct]
Elaine: Okay,
so I ran the plate on that car you brought in last night.
Vehicle’s registered to Frank Bodine. 1177 West
Flournoy, apartment 12. He’s
got 1450 unpaid parking tickets and an expired
registration.
Ray: Any
priors?
Elaine: That’s
a different program. This is just vehicular. So Fraser,
how’s the apartment furnishing coming along?
Fraser: Very
well, thank you, Elaine. As a matter of fact, I recently
purchased a lamp.
Elaine: Really?
A lamp.
Fraser: Very
good for reading.
Elaine: Is that
what you do at night?
Ray: Elaine,
we got work to do here.
Elaine: So what
are you reading with this new lamp?
Fraser: Well,
I’ve been reading a book about currency watermarks.
Elaine: Alone?
Here we go. Bodine, Frank, aka
Frank Bimington. Aug. ‘89,
breaking and entering. One year, suspended. March ‘90,
receiving stolen property, got 18 months in Joliet. Did
eight. November ‘94, possession of illegal weapons, case
pending. 250,000 bail posted.
Ray: No wonder
he didn’t want us running his license. What about the
woman?
Elaine: You
know, funny thing, I’m having a hard time matching the
word ‘exquisite’ to a lot of mug
shots.
[corridor; Welsh is eating a
sandwich]
Welsh: You want
me to authorize a stakeout for a weapons violation?
Ray: Assault
weapons, sir. A whole trunk full of them. We can put out a
APB on this guy, but he’s one nasty piece of work, and I
don’t think he’s just coming in for anybody, so naturally
I’m thinking stakeout.
Welsh: Right. I
can’t blame you, Vecchio. Stakeout is such a romantic
notion. In fact, I’m still tingling from the last one you
asked me to authorize.
Fraser: Oh, the
hotel scam, sir? Well, that wasn’t your average stakeout,
sir.
Welsh: Oh, it
certainly was not. I remember the hotel bill as if it were
yesterday. Poolside cabana suites, aquatic aerobic
lessons.
Ray: The
suspect liked to swim, sir.
Welsh: The
thrill of toting up that four thousand dollar mini-bar
tab.
Ray: Aw, it’s
the honey-roasted peanuts, sir. One bag and they got
you.
[Dief growls after
the sandwich]
Welsh
: Do you ever feed this wolf?
Fraser: I’m so
terribly sorry, sir, but I think it’s the urban influence.
He seems to have developed a real taste for fast
food.
Welsh: All
right, two teams, two spotters, one apartment, no
mini-bar.
Ray : Thanks, Lieutenant.
Welsh
: You don’t get him by Friday, that’s it.
Ray: Right.
[exits]
Welsh
: If I give him some, will he stop?
Fraser: Not a
chance, sir. [Welsh
gives Dief the
sandwich]
Thank you kindly,
Leftenant.
[empty apartment; Fraser & Vecchio set up equipment for stakeout, cameras, etc.; undercover guy’s on the street; team placing phone taps on suspect’s line. Music: ‘No Time In This Town’ by Jay Semko, Jack Lenz, and the DS Trio]
[Vecchio/Fraser shift; Dief steals pizza, Fraser stands on head]
[Huey/Gardino shift; Gardino watching cartoons & smoking]
[Vecchio/Fraser shift; Dief eating out of chips bag as Fraser shakes his head]
[Huey/Gardino shift; talking at
table]
Huey: So how
are things at work?
Gardino: I
don’t want to talk about it.
Huey: We’ll
talk about it.
Gardino: We
won’t talk about it.
[enter Vecchio &
Fraser]
Huey: It’s
about time, Vecchio.
Ray: Ah come
on. I’m only
five minutes late.
Huey: Five
minutes too late, thank you.
Gardino: Hey,
Dief, how you doing?
Ray: You guys
play any cards while we were away?
Gardino: We
were messing around a
little.
[playing
poker]
Huey: So how
many do you want?
Fraser: Uh,
none, thank you.
Gardino : None?
Huey
: How many?
Fraser:
None.
Ray: Gimme
three. It’s all about signs.
Gardino: Two.
What do you mean signs?
Ray: Women give
you signs to let you know that they’re the right woman for
you.
Gardino: She
hit you with her car. You call that a sign?
Fraser: You
know, when the French fall in love, they say that they’ve
been hit by a coup
de foudre.
Gardino:
Huh?
Ray: Huh?
Huey:
What?
Fraser: A bolt
of lightning. Love is a very disorienting emotion. As a
matter of fact they’ve done experiments that demonstrate
that hamsters, when they’re mating, secrete a hormone that
makes them behave irresponsibly.
Ray: Do you
know how my father knew that my mother was the right woman
for him?
Fraser : Three.
Ray
: Cheesecake.
Huey: Look, I
hate to interrupt, but are we playing cards here or are we
talking about cheesecake?
Ray: All right,
all right. I’m in.
Huey: Thank
you.
Ray: He was at
his brother Angelo’s wedding, in Gary. And everyone was
having a great time. They were
drinkin’ wine,
makin’ toasts, and
eatin’. And all of a sudden,
he looks across the room, and he sees this woman
sittin’ there all by herself,
eatin’ a piece of cheesecake
with a knife and fork. I mean, come on, how often do you
see a person eatin’ a piece of
cheesecake with a knife and fork? They either eat it with
their fingers or just a fork.
Gardino: It
that why he married her? Because she was eating a piece of
cheesecake with a knife and a fork?
Ray: No,
Gardino, it was a sign! That’s how he knew she was the
right woman for him. She was a lady.
Huey: You
gonna call or what?
Gardino : I don’t know.
Huey
: Come on, Louis, it’s only matchsticks!
Gardino: I
don’t know! Look, I can’t see why we don’t play for real
money. I mean,
we’re cops. What are we gonna do, arrest ourselves?
Ray: No, but he
will.
Fraser: I’m
sorry, I would feel honor-bound.
Huey: Great...I
think there’s two million women on this planet you could
be happy with. I mean you meet one and you got to ask
yourself, is this number one, number two million, or
number six hundred and seventeen. It’s a crap shoot, you
know? You could settle for six hundred and seventeen and
tomorrow meet number eleven. I raise.
Gardino: Okay.
Then Phyllis was number two million and one. She drove me
crazy. She had a voice like a parakeet. Never shut up.
Then there was Vanessa. She was number two million and
two. She came from a family of meat packers. You visit
your in-laws on a Sunday and come home smelling like a
pork roast!
Huey: You gonna
raise, Fraser?
Fraser: Well,
I’m just wondering if I should. Perhaps you could refresh
my memory. Does a straight beat when they are all the same
kind?
Huey: Not even
in Canada.
[Fraser
folds]
Gardino: I got
trips.
[laughs]
You know the only sign I ever got was
from Janice, and that took five years.
Fraser: What
was it?
Gardino: From
her lawyer. Came in the
mail.
[later]
Ray: So there
we were, parked in the
Rivera. It’s
two o’clock in the morning, and she asks me where do I
think this relationship is going.
Huey:
Look--call or fold!
Ray:
[folds]
I mean, come
on! What kind
of question is that to ask somebody at two o’clock in the
morning?
Fraser: Perhaps
she was just being prudent.
Huey: Are you
in?
Ray: Fraser,
nobody who’s prudent has any business being in love. I’m
telling you, man. It was a beautiful summer night and
there was a soft breeze coming in off the lake. This is no
time to sit and talk about the future.
Huey: The
future is, it’s gonna be noon before we finish this
game.
Gardino: See,
talk is bad. You talk, and before you know it, it’s all
over,
<
ppt> you’re married.
Ray: Right! And
then what? What about love? What about that moment when
you know that this is the woman you want to spend every
waking hour with for the rest of your life?
Huey: Okay, my
turn. I call. Look at this, I’m playing poker with
myself.
Ray: I’m
telling you, you gotta have that moment in your life where
you know you’ll never ever be the same again.
Fraser: When it
happens, how do you know?
Ray: You just
know. You just know. And that’s what happen to me on
Saturday night. I got the sign.
Gardino: Now
all you got to do is find her.
Ray: Hey, I’ll
find her. I’ll find her.
Gardino: I got
a flush.
Fraser: Well,
I’m sorry, Louis, but it would appear that I have a Royal
House.
Huey: A what?
That’s a
full
house, Fraser.
Fraser: Oh, so
it is. I’m terribly sorry.
Huey: Look at
this! A Mountie sand-bagging. Who ever heard of a Mountie
sand-bagging?
Ray: You only
meet the woman of your dreams once in a lifetime. I’ll
find her. You watch.
Huey:
Meanwhile, you want to deal?
Fraser:
Huh?
Huey:
Deal!
Ray: Oh
yeah.
[later;
night]
Fraser: You
know, there was a woman once, Ray. We were, uh... I don’t
know what we were. In the end, I tracked her up above the
62nd parallel into a place called Fortitude
Pass. A storm had been blowing for days; the whole world
was white. By the time I found her I had lost
everything--my packs, my supplies, my...everything. She
was huddled in the lee side of a mountain crag. She was
almost frozen, very near death. So I staked a lean-to and
draped my coat across it, drew her inside, and covered her
body with mine and I just held her...while the storm
closed around us like a blanket, until all I could hear
was the sound of her heartbeat, weakening... I forced her
to speak to me...just talk to me... say anything to keep
the cold from taking her... And it snowed for a day, and a
night, and a day. I was delirious; I almost gave up. The
only thing I had to hold onto was the sound of her voice,
which never wavered. She recited a poem. You know, funny
thing...I must have heard that poem a thousand times that
night. I never heard the words. It ended... badly. She had
a... She had a darkness inside her... and the most
beautiful voice. The most beautiful voice you ever
heard.
[Vecchio is
asleep]
[day]
Undercover Cop:
I’ve got somebody entering the building.
Ray:
[into
CB] Copy.
[to
Fraser]
Someone’s coming in.
Fraser:
[looking through
camera & snapping
pics]
She’s in the apartment...She’s gone to the
wardrobe...She’s taking his clothes.
[they switch
positions]
Ray: Fraser,
it’s her.
Fraser
: [into
CB] Now
she’s coming outside. Stop
her. Dief!
[he’s nosing
another bag of
chips] Oh,
that is it. You’re cut off,
bucko.
[street]
Undercover Cop : Police, hold it!
[Suzanne brains him with her suitcase]
Woman : Hey!
[Suzanne hits her & rushes to her
Firebird]
Ray: There she
goes, Fraser. The woman of my
dreams.
[Riv is following the
Firebird]
Ray: That
wasn’t a sign, Fraser, it was an omen. Why didn’t I see
it?
Fraser: Well,
anyone can have a lapse in judgement, Ray.
Ray: Nah, this
is not a lapse, this is my life, Fraser. You know every
time I think I’ve found the right woman, she turns out to
be the wrong one. The one I thought was wrong, we’d make a
date and I never show up. Six months later I’m sitting in
some pew and I’m watching her walk down the aisle with
some goomba and I’m thinking
‘that’s her, that’s the one. How did I let her slip
through my fingers?’
Fraser: Uh,
Ray.
[Vecchio steers around an
obstacle]
Ray: This one.
This one I would have bet my soul on. Here she is working
for Frank Bodine.
[Vecchio runs a red
light]
Fraser: Ray,
slow down.
Ray: No, no,
no, we’ll lose her.
Fraser: No,
watch. You slow down, she’ll slow down.
[they do, and she does]
Fraser
: She has no intention of losing you, Ray.
Ray: You mean
she’s a decoy? She tricked us? God, why do I love
that?
Fraser: The
apartment.
Ray: Hang
on.
[Vecchio does a
u-turn and speeds the other way]
Suzanne
: [on cell
phone]
They made me, Frank, get out of
there.
[Bodine’s apartment]
Ray
: He’s gone. We missed him.
Fraser: The
wardrobe is closed. She’d left it open. What did he need
so badly to go to all that trouble to get?
Ray: She was in
and out of here in thirty seconds. She knew exactly where
everything was.
Fraser: We’ve
been staring at this apartment for three days. Now, what
do we know about this man?
Ray: You think
she’s been living here with him?
Fraser: We know
he’s nearsighted. The TV is too close to the easy chair.
And when we met him he wasn’t wearing glasses. Maybe
contact lenses?
Ray: Ah, just
because she’s doing his dirty work doesn’t mean that
she’s--
Fraser: He went
to the wardrobe. Now, what is in here?
Ray: Well, I
don’t know Fraser. Some of her stuff, some of his stuff.
How am I supposed to know?
Fraser: These
sheets have hospital corners.
Ray: Oh thank
god they’re not floral. Only a woman buys floral.
Fraser: That’s
something you learn in the army, Ray.
Ray: Not with a
rap sheet like his.
Fraser: What if
he were in the National Guard?
Ray: Well, that
would give him access to weapons.
Fraser: It’s
missing.
Ray:
What?
Fraser: What’s
the one thing a guardsman is never suppose to be
without? His
uniform. That’s what he came back for, Ray. His
uniform.
Ray: What
for?
[down apartment stairs]
Elaine
:
[voice]
He was a sergeant in the National Guard,
‘85 through ‘88.
Ray: Still
active?
Elaine:
[voice]
With his record?
Ray: Check
anyway, and get me the name and location of every unit
he’s been a member of.
[armory]
[Suzanne & Bodine in military vehicle; Bodine slips guard a wad of cash, hidden in papers on a clipboard]
[street]
Elaine:
[voice]
67th Regiment Armory,
57th & Wabash.
Ray:
[to
Fraser]
Got ‘em.
Fraser: Thank
you kindly,
Elaine.
[armory; soldiers load gun boxes into the back of the military truck]
[Riv]
Ray: Why can’t
I meet some nice young thing who’s crazy about me? You
know, someone who wears shorty
pajamas and knits me mufflers at Christmastime. Is that
too much to ask for?
Fraser: What
exactly are shorty
pajamas?
Ray: Oh, don’t
ask, you’re better off. Me, I gotta fall for some
hit-and-run driver who works for a stolen weapons dealer.
Go figure.
Fraser: Go
figure what?
Ray: It’s an
American expression, Fraser. Don’t you think it’s about
time you picked up the
lingo?
[armory; Suzanne pulling out just as Fraser & Vecchio
arrive]
Bodine: It’s
the cop! Come
on, baby, take out the cop. Take him out.
[she points gun & shoots... Fraser tackles Vecchio...
truck keeps
going]
[27th precinct; break room]
Ray
: She had the perfect shot, Fraser. She almost killed
me.
Fraser: No, she
didn’t, Ray. She missed you by seventeen
centimeters.
Ray:
What?
Fraser: She was
firing a Barretta 9mm, the
light was at her back. The truck was barely moving. I
pulled this out of the wall from behind you.
Ray: What are
you saying, that she missed me on purpose?
Fraser: Her
trajectory was offline by almost eight degrees which is
impossible to do unless you’re trying.
Ray: Why?
Fraser: I don’t
know.
Ray: But maybe
I do. Maybe I saw it in her eyes.
Fraser: Ray,
you’ve only known this woman for a few seconds while you
had a concussion.
Ray: Yeah,
well, it doesn’t matter, Fraser. I mean, 10 seconds, 10
years - chemistry is chemistry. I figure
Bodine’s got something on her.
Maybe she did something foolish when she was young, and
Bodine is blackmailing her into helping him.
Fraser: Well,
I-I suppose it’s a theory, but--
Ray: She really
wants to get out. That’s why she’s sending me signals,
Fraser. She wants me to rescue her!
Fraser: Ray,
Ray. Maybe you shouldn’t think about this right now.
Ray: No, I
mean, come on.
How often in a lifetime does this type of thing
happen? I
mean, has it ever happened to you?
Fraser: Well
I-I, uh--
Ray: Of course
not, you’re a Mountie. What does a Mountie know about
women? I think I’m in love with her, Fraser.
[farmhouse]
Bodine
: It’s freezing in here. When’s the coffee going to be
ready?
Suzanne: Soon
as you make it.
Bodine: Oh
great.
[he makes coffee while she strips & cleans her weapon]
Bodine
: Why don’t they call, huh? Sitting on a half a million
bucks worth of weapons, and I gotta deal with flakes? Is
the phone turned on? Leave it on the table. You know, I
still don’t know how you missed that cop.
Suzanne:
Neither do I. Off day I guess.
Bodine: Well, I
don’t like that cop or his fruitcake Mountie friend. We
should take ‘em both out.
Suzanne: Never
learned how to relax, Frank. How are you ever going to
enjoy that half million if you can’t relax?
Bodine: He’s a
Mountie. These Mounties, they catch you sooner or later. I
hate that.
Suzanne: That’s
not real life, Frank. That’s Rocky and Bullwinkle. Call me
when the coffee’s
ready.
[27th
precinct]
Suzanne:
[voice on
tape] They made me, Frank, get out of there.
Fraser: Is that
her voice?
Ray: She’s
doing it under duress.
Gardino: Right.
She shot at you under duress, too.
Huey: Was that
the only call in or out?
Elaine: There
was one wrong number and someone trying to sell life
insurance.
Huey: What the
hell were you doing following her?
Ray: She took
some clothes out of Bodine’s
apartment.
Gardino: Hey!
You don’t quit a stakeout!
Ray: Oh, is
that so?
Gardino: Yeah.
Well, unless you’ve got a little thing for that babe who’s
decoying you.
Ray: Did I ask
your opinion? Did anybody in this room ask for Detective
Gardino’s opinion?
Fraser: Can you
give me the number she was calling from?
Elaine: Sure,
but she called from her car. It was a cell phone.
Huey: No,
you’ve never gonna track a cell. It’s a nightmare.
Fraser: Not
really. Not if you’ve tracked caribou.
Ray: Fraser?
Let’s try this one more time, okay? We’re in Chicago. We
are not tracking caribou, we’re tracking gun
runners.
Fraser: No, no,
I understand, Ray, but I think we can catch them the same
way. What we need is a map of the company’s antenna
locations.
[farmhouse]
Bodine: What
time is it?
Suzanne:
2:20.
Bodine: They
said two o’clock.
Suzanne: I
know
Bodine: I
should have got half the money up
front. That
way they couldn’t stiff me. Why didn’t you think of
that?
Suzanne: I did.
But what do I
know?
[27th
precinct]
Ray: So what’s
it called again?
Fraser: It’s
called triangulation, Ray. It’s the same technique that
game wardens use to track caribou herds.
Ray: Well,
that’s fascinating, Fraser, but the last caribou spotted
in Chicago was over three hundred years ago.
Elaine: That
was the cell phone company. They found her number and
picked up the signal. Here, near Carpentersville. It’s
farmland mostly. Not too many folks with mobile phones in
those parts.
Fraser: Does
the phone have to be in use to pick up the signal?
Elaine: No, it
just has to be on to receive calls. It emits a signal
unless the power’s off. That’s the good news.
Ray: Elaine, we
are attempting to track criminals as though they were
fur-bearing animals. What news could be bad?
Elaine: The
grid covers an area of over twenty square
miles. Unless
you plan to go door to door...
Ray: Okay,
Fraser. How do
we find the
herd?
[Riv; Fraser holds maps & electronic
equipment]
Fraser: The
cellular phone company sends a signal from their antenna
to the phone. The phone then sends a signal back. We draw
a line on the map from that location to the signal, then
we move to another location, trip the signal again and
draw another line. That’s our triangulation. Wherever
those lines meet on the map that’s where we’ll find
Bodine.
Ray: If I find
her, I have to arrest her, too. End of story.
Fraser: Well,
yes.
Ray:
Yeah.
[farmhouse; cell phone
rings]
Bodine:
Yeah....Uh-huh...Where?...All right, we’ll meet you there
in an hour. [hangs
up] Pack
your bikini,
baby!
[Riv]
Fraser: We’re
getting something. There.
[Bodine checks weapons; Suzanne waits in kitchen, and sees
Vecchio’s Riv stop in front of the house. Music: ‘Why’d
You Lie’ by Colin
James.]
Ray: You take
the barn. I’ll take the house.
Fraser:
Diefenbaker. [Dief
is chewing on candy
bar] Oh
never
mind.
[inside farmhouse; Vecchio enters, and he & Suzanne
pull guns on each other...then they kiss...]
Suzanne: I’m
sorry.
[,,,then she hits him & lowers him to the floor, and
escapes]
[outside; Bodine shoots a machine gun at Fraser... Fraser
hides; Suzanne gets into military truck &
shouts...]
Suzanne:
Frank!
[meanwhile, Dief gets out of the Riv and leaps into the back of the truck... Bodine climbs into the front, still shooting at Fraser]
[farmhouse; Vecchio is just getting
up]
Fraser: You all
right?
Ray: She kissed
me.
Fraser: After
she hit you?
Ray: I’m gonna
see her in jail, Fraser, if it’s the last thing I
do.
[Fraser pats him on the back, and he
winces]
Fraser:
Sorry.
[Riv]
Fraser: This
road intersects with the main highway in five point four
kilometers.
Ray: I want
her, Fraser.
Fraser: If we
can stop them from getting to the highway--
Ray: I’m gonna
put this chick away for a long time. She’ll be 90 before
they let her out.
Fraser:
Perhaps you should radio for backup.
Ray: She won’t
be able to do this to me anymore.
Fraser: Ray,
backup.
Ray: Huh?
Fraser: It
might be a good idea to radio the sheriff’s station and
request backup.
Ray: Right.
[on
CB] Patch
me through to the Kane County Sheriff’s
Station.
[truck]
Bodine: How
long before we hit the highway?
Suzanne
: A few more
minutes.
[Riv]
Ray: Armed
robbery, attempted murder. Assault and battery on a police
officer. What do you figure? Forty to life?
Fraser: I don’t
know, Ray.
Ray: Hard time
in Joliet.
Fraser: Slow
down.
Ray:
What?
Fraser:
There’s a road up on the right.
[they
turn]
Ray: There they
are!
[truck]
Bodine: Damn
it, it’s them. Floor it, baby. Go, go!
[they swerve back
and forth, trying to prevent the Riv from passing
them]
Bodine:
Go-go-go! Go-go-go! Cut em off! Cut em off. The other way.
Go-go-go back! Go-go-go! Come on! Damn!
[Riv passes &
speeds away... down the road Vecchio screeches to a halt,
landing the Riv sideways across the road... Vecchio &
Fraser get out & hide behind the car... Vecchio aims
his gun]
Fraser: You’re
sure this is a good idea?
Ray: Yes,
Fraser.
Fraser: You’re
quite sure?
Ray: Yes.
[truck]
Suzanne: Now
what?
Bodine: Go
around it.
Suzanne:
There’s no road.
Bodine: What’s
the matter with you? Then go through
it!
[Riv]
Fraser: Ray, I
don’t mean to press the point, but we’re standing behind a
1971 Buick Riviera. They, on the other hand, are hurtling
down a hill at roughly 47 miles an hour in a 6-ton,
steel-plated military weapons carrier.
Ray: Works for
me.
Fraser: Very
good.
[truck]
Bodine: Go
through it. [steps
on her foot on the accelerator]
Suzanne:
No!
[Dief barks &
emerges from the back; they swerve & run off the road,
tumbling down the steep embankment]
[Bodine is unconscious & bleeding in the truck; Dief
is sitting calmly in the
grass]
Fraser: Oh,
there you are. Out of donuts, are we?
[Suzanne is lying
facedown beside the wreckage; Vecchio rushes to
her]
Ray: Are you
all right?
Suzanne: What
happened?
Ray: It’s a
long story. You need an ambulance.
Suzanne: No.
Stay. Stay.
Ray: I’d like
to. Are you okay to walk?
Suzanne: I
think so.
Ray: Good.
Good. Come on. Come on. Get up.
Suzanne: Oh,
oh.
Ray: Get out of
here!
Suzanne:
What?
Ray: Get out of
here! You can cut through the woods. You gotta get to the
highway!
Suzanne: You’re
letting me go? I tried to kill you three times.
Ray: What, are
you deaf? Get the hell out of here!
Suzanne:
Special Agent Suzanne Chapin. Alcohol, Tobacco and
Firearms. You just screwed up five months of work,
Detective.
[roadside]
Ray: They’re
gonna ask for my shield, Fraser. Nine years on the force,
down the drain.
Fraser: There
were mitigating circumstances, Ray.
Ray: She’s a
Fed, Fraser. I offered to let her go. She’s gonna put that
in her report and three minutes later, Welsh is gonna call
me into his office and ask for my shield. And he’ll be
right. I would have bet my soul on her, Fraser.
Stupid.
[27th
precinct]
Huey: Well, if
you ask me, he woulda been
better off if she’d just hit him and left him dead on the
pavement.
Gardino: See?
That is the trouble with signs. You get the right sign
from the wrong woman, you end up paying for it for the
rest of your life. Better he never saw that sign. Better
it never happened.
Elaine: Then
how would you know?
Gardino: How
would I know what?
Elaine: If you
never saw the sign, how would you know if you were wrong
or right?
Gardino: You
don’t know. You just go on taking chances. Like every
other dumb schmo. See, that is
the great thing about love. It evens the odds. Anyone can
be completely humiliated.
Elaine: Well,
if there was a sign, and I could tell by the way he blew
his nose or tipped his hat, I’d want to know.
Gardino: Women
don’t have signs. Men have signs. Women have biological
imperatives.
[Elaine gives him a
look] It’s
true. I read it.
Elaine: Jeez,
Gardino, it’s no wonder your wife left you for a pork
roast.
Huey : [laughs] What?
[Vecchio
enters]
Huey:
Lieutenant wants to see you, Vecchio.
Gardino: Yeah,
and bring your
playbook.
[Welsh’s office; Vecchio
knocks]
Welsh: Come in.
Yeah, sit down, Vecchio.
Ray: Oh, I’d
rather stand, sir.
Welsh: Suit
yourself. I have Special Agent Chapin’s report on the
Bodine arrest here. Would you like me to read the relevant
passage?
Ray: Yeah,
sure. Why not?
Welsh: "We were
able to seize 850 assault weapons and put Frank Bodine in
custody. This arrest could not have been accomplished
without the assistance of Detective Ray Vecchio, who was
instrumental in bringing this operation to a satisfactory
conclusion. His hard work and courage in the face of
danger were
exemplary."
Congratulations, Detective.
Ray: I’m sorry,
sir?
Welsh: I said
‘Congratulations.’
Ray: Yeah, yes.
Thank you, sir.
[rushes out the
door]
Ray: I gotta
find her, Fraser.
Fraser: I took
the liberty. Regent’s Park Hotel.
Ray: Thanks.
[quickly runs
off]
[outside
hotel]
Suzanne: You
want something, Detective?
Ray: That kiss
meant something.
Suzanne: Yeah,
it meant ‘step closer so I can hit you.’
Ray: You must
be really good at your job.
Suzanne:
Apparently.
Ray: What do
you take me for, some kind of jerk? What do you think, you
can walk away and not spend the rest of your life wishing
you had the guts to say it?
Suzanne: It was
a job.
Ray: Then why
didn’t you report me?
Suzanne: Come
on, who needs the paperwork?
Ray: Go
home.
[he walks away, she goes to get into her car, he comes back, and...they kiss again...then she gets into her car and it drives away]
[voiceover, as Vecchio walks alone down the
street]
Ray: That’s it,
Fraser, that’s the sign.
Fraser: What
is, Ray?
Ray: The look.
She left me, but she left me for the right reason. She
loves me.
Fraser: But
she’s gone.
Ray: Well,
that’s what’s right for us. Maybe someday it won’t be, but
now it is.
Fraser: But you
might never see each other again.
Ray: Exactly.
That’s what we need - ridiculous odds and just a speck of
hope that someday we’ll beat ‘em.
Fraser: I can’t
say I understand that, Ray.
Ray: Well, of
course you don’t. You aren’t too swift at this stuff, are
you, Fraser?
[Fraser’s apartment; Fraser is gazing at a picture of a
woman, tears in his
eyes]
End