[A heart-shaped
locket dangles]
[evening; two college girls are walking & talking
through campus...a flash and we see Fraser reaching his
hand down...the girls part ways; we follow girl who wears
the locket...flash again to Fraser reaching down...girl
ducks into parking area...flash to Fraser reaching, dirt
falling in...girl drops books, bends to pick them up,
notices someone approaching her, she stands, he grabs her;
her necklace comes off in the struggle and drops to the
ground; car trunk opens...flash to Fraser reaching...girl
is thrown into trunk...flash to Fraser, dirt begins to
cascade down, covering the camera]
[Man (Garret), wakes with a gasp; he opens his hand to see
he’s holding the
locket]
Garret: Not
again. Not
again.
<Doo Mah>
[27th precinct; break
room]
Ray: Look, I
don’t care what you have to confess, I don’t want to hear
it.
Fraser: I’m
sorry, Ray, I realize this may not be the best venue nor
the most appropriate moment, but it’s--
Ray: I am
working on a big missing persons case. I haven’t slept.
This is the first chance I’ve gotten away from my desk in
72 hours and I am
trying to get
some food.
[machine has eaten
his money]
So can we do this some other time?
Fraser: I’m
disturbing you.
Ray: Yes, you
are.
Fraser: I
should leave?
Ray : Yes, you should.
Fraser
: Oh, Ray...
Ray: But you
won’t.
Fraser: Well,
I’m sorry, but there’s just a certain matter that I’ve
withheld from you for some time now, and I feel if I don’t
clear my conscience soon--
Ray: Okay,
okay, clear.
Fraser: Well,
it appears that there’s a situation that I have
unwittingly encouraged, and it’s taken a turn that I
perhaps foolishly had not anticipated, or was even aware
of as a remote possibility, but insofar as it is a matter
of the heart and directly affects someone who is close to
both of us--
Ray: Fraser,
you got from here to my desk. Make it count.
Fraser:
Saturday last, your sister came to my apartment in the
middle of the night, dressed in what can only be described
as less than requisite attire, and offered herself to
me.
Ray: Okay,
great. Now beat it.
[Fraser turns and
heads off as fast as he can as it dawns on Vecchio what he
just said]
My sister?
Fraser:
Yes.
Ray: You slept
with my sister?
Fraser: Did
she say that?
Ray: No, she
did not say that. She is my sister. I do not discuss sex
with my sister.
Fraser: So,
she didn’t say...?
Ray: No.
Fraser: Oh
well. Very well. Forget that I mentioned it.
[runs]
Ray: Hey,
Fraser!
Cop: Ho,
Detective Vecchio, I got another one for you.
Ray: Uh, yeah,
okay, great, get a statement.
Cop: Uh-uh,
he’ll only talk to you.
Ray: All right
uh... Bring him up to my desk. I’ll be right up. Hey,
Benny!
[Vecchio hides when
he sees his sister and overhears...]
Francesca:
[to
Elaine]
Okay, I’m standing at his door. I drop my coat, I look at
him, and he looks at me... You know how a squirrel looks
just before you hit
him?
[corridor]
Fraser: Ah yes,
it’s just up the stairs, down the hallway--
Ray: Will you
excuse us?
Woman:
Sure.
[into the supply
closet]
Ray: Okay, the
way I see it--
[Dief grumbles and Vecchio lets him out]
Ray
: Okay, the way I see it, you have two options: you can
tell me exactly what happened with my kid sister that
night in your apartment, or one of us isn’t leaving this
closet alive.
Fraser: You’re
upset.
Ray: That would
be correct.
Fraser: Ray, I
had no choice. The door just opened, she was standing
there, and then when she took off her coat there
was...very much more of her standing there.
Ray: Did you
sleep with her?
Fraser: I told
you I can’t tell you that. It wouldn’t be chivalrous.
However if you feel the need to call me out then,
I...
Ray: Call you
out? What is that, some kind of hockey expression?
Fraser: No. I
mean it has nothing to do with hockey. It has to do with
honor and under the circumstances I-I-I understand--
[Elaine walks by;
she knocks on door then opens it]
Elaine:
Hi.
Fraser &
Ray: Hi.
Elaine: Am I
disturbing you?
[at the same
time]
Fraser: No, no
not at all.
Ray: Yes, you
are.
Elaine:
Lieutenant wants to see you.
Ray: Don’t
move.
Fraser: I won’t
move.
Elaine: Can I
ask you a personal question? Francesca?
Fraser:
Francesca...
Elaine:
Vecchio.
Fraser:
Vecchio.
[Elaine shrugs, and he pulls the door
closed]
[bullpen]
Ray
: What’s with the suits?
Cops:
FBI.
Ray: What the
hell are you doing? Those are my files!
Huey: Not
anymore.
Louis: You’re
off the case.
Ray: Who
says?
Huey: Couple
old friends of
yours.
[Welsh’s
office]
Agent Ford: All
that’s needed here is a little cooperation, Lieutenant.
Surely your people can manage that.
Welsh: I’ve
seen your version of cooperation. They’re still replacing
windows down in Chinatown.
Ford: We’re not
blaming you for Chinatown. Although there are some in
Washington who were a little dismayed by the lack of
respect your people show for federal authority.
[Vecchio
enters]
Here’s a case in point.
Ray: See you
guys ran out of things to screw up in Washington.
Welsh:
Detective Vecchio, these gentlemen are here seeking our
cooperation on the Madison Case.
Ford: Howard
Madison has asked us to get his daughter back.
Ray: Oh, asked
you?
Ford: He’s a
defense contractor with a number of influential friends in
Washington, the Director being one of them.
Ray: Come on,
it’s only been three days.
Ford: And you
have nothing. We’re taking over.
Ray:
Lieutenant, this is a missing persons case, pure and
simple. If we turn it over to these bozos--
Deeter
: Bozos?
Ray: Oh, excuse
me. Agent
Bozos.
Ford: Call
Washington.
Welsh: Oh, no,
no, no that won’t be necessary. Detective Vecchio, you
know the drill.
Ray: Aw, come
on, Lieutenant.
Welsh: You’ll
be kept
informed.
[Vecchio walks back to his desk; Huey and Louis look smugly after him; exhausted, Vecchio puts his head on his desk, forgetting that Garret is waiting for him. Garret places the locket on top of a photo of the missing girl, wearing the same locket]
Ray
: What the hell are you looking at?
Garret: I’d
like to help. I have something about the girl.
Ray: Yeah, well
you know what? Why don’t you tell it to
them?
[gets up and grabs his
coat]
Garret:
Please.
Ray:
[to
cop] Look,
get a statement from this guy, and get him the hell out of
here.
[enter Fraser & Elaine]
Fraser
: You see, a chivalric code of behavior dictates a certain
amount of restraint on the part of a gentleman, no matter
how he may feel, in order to respect the lady’s
reputation.
Elaine: And
your grandmother taught you this.
Fraser:
Yes.
Elaine: And you
believed her?
[cop takes Garret’s
arm]
Cop: Come
on.
Garret: Oh, I
really don’t want...
[...flash of Fraser reaching down and crying ‘Come on!’...]
Garret
: It’s him!
Cop: Who?
Garret: You’re
the one! He’s the one. In the red coat. You’re the one
that kidnapped the girl!
Cop: Are you
kidding? He’s a cop.
[Garret makes a
break for it and gets away; Fraser picks up the locket and
compares it to the photo]
[Welsh’s
office]
Deeter: Yep,
it’s hers. Father confirmed it.
Ford: Get it
analyzed.
[Deeter leaves as Vecchio
enters]
Ray: There’s no
sign of him. Come on, let’s get out of here.
Ford: Sit down!
He said you did it, Constable.
Fraser: That’s
correct, sir.
Ford: He even
referred to you as the one in the red coat.
Ray: Gee, I
wonder why he would say a thing like that? Come on--
Ford: I wasn’t
talking to you! [to
Fraser]
You work downtown, don’t you Constable?
Fraser: Yes,
sir.
Ford: You ever
spend anytime at Haven Hill College? Take any night
courses?
Ray: Oh this is
great, so now you’re going after the Mountie?
Fraser: It’s
all right, Ray. Uh, I’m sorry, I’m afraid I haven’t had
the pleasure of visiting that campus. However, if you need
an account of my activities that night, I’d be happy to
furnish you with a detailed itinerary. In the meantime,
perhaps this will be of some assistance. I’m not convinced
about the ears, but...
[Fraser hands Ford a
sketch of Garret]
Ford
: This is very good, Constable. Perfect perspective,
attention to details. Apparently, embarrassing senior
officials isn’t your only talent.
Fraser: I’m
sorry, sir?
Ford: Let’s be
very clear about one thing. This time you are not going to
come in the way of my investigation. In fact, if I so much
as catch sight of your little red coattails, I’m going to
nail them, and you, to a wall. Understood?
Fraser: That
seems perfectly clear, sir.
Ford:
Good.
Fraser: May I,
um... [reaches for
his sketchpad]
Ford:
Leave.
Fraser: Yes, I
may.
[exits]
Ray : Sure you wouldn’t prefer wallet-size?
[bullpen]
Ray
: So we got a face, what else we got?
Fraser: Judging
from the rumpled state of his clothing, I’d say this is a
man who lived on the street. Yet he didn’t appear to be
ill-nourished. So he must be managing to feed
himself.
Ray: Food
stamps, or maybe he’s begging for food from diners or
coffee shops.
Fraser: His
fingernails. Everything else about him was dirty except
for his fingernails.
Ray: You saw
that?
Fraser: Well he
pointed it straight at me, Ray. There was something else.
Something on his clothing, something pungent.
[pauses,
remembering]
Maiza powder. Chili.
Ray : Chili.
Fraser
: It’s the best I can do.
Ray: Okay, so
we are looking for a transient with clean fingernails who
smells like chili.
[they’re headed
downstairs, and they overhear...]
Francesca:
[to Gloria]
I’m not sure,
but I think it was that look in his eyes. You know that
long slow drift from here
[neck] down
to
[below waist]
...Well, you know. It’s so romantic.
Ray:
[to
Fraser]
I’m telling you, nothing better have happened.
[shelter one]
Cook: Best
chili in town. They come from Midtown to Lakeshore. You
know, in this business, it’s word of mouth that counts.
[offers
ladle]
Ray: Oh yeah, I
bet. Fraser?
[Fraser
tastes]
Fraser: It’s
very good. Worcestershire sauce, if I’m not
mistaken.
Cook: Yeah, it
gives it a little oomph.
[Fraser shakes his
head]
Fraser: Thank
you kindly.
[shelter
two]
Cook: Sure I
got lots of dishwashers.
Ray: Got one
about five-ten, short brown hair with a beard?
Cook:
[laughs] That
would describe about half of them.
Ray: How ‘bout
this guy? [shows the
sketch]
Cook:
Sorry.
[shelter
three]
Ray: Hey, what
a surprise. Chili. Benny?
[Fraser
tastes]
Fraser:
Maiza powder.
[they go into kitchen]
Fraser
: Excuse me, your chili recipe--
Cook: Eat it or
toss it.
[Garret is washing
dishes]
Ray : Garret!
[Garret throws dishes at them, brandishes
knife]
Garret: You get
away from me!
Get away!
Fraser: There’s
no need--
[goes after Fraser, but Fraser easily disarms
him]
[27th precinct; interrogation room; Fraser
& Vecchio are watching through 2-way
mirror]
Ford: So you
found the locket in the parking lot. Did you find anything
else?
Caroline
Wilson: Mr. Ford, we’ve been over this ground--
Ford: Thank
you, Miss Wilson. Hey, just walk me through this okay? You
find the locket in the parking lot, it’s lying next to the
car, you pick it up.
Garret:
Yeah.
Ford: Sounds
reasonable. Were you trying to break into the car, Mr.
Garret? Is that what happened?
Garret: No, I
told you I just found it.
Ford: Yes. All
you wanted to do was return it to it’s rightful owner. How
did you know who owned it?
Garret: I
didn’t. It’s a police station, right?
Ford: You asked
to speak to Detective Vecchio about the Madison case so
you must have known it was hers.
Garret: I saw
her picture in the paper.
Ray:
[aside]
The picture released to the media didn’t
have a locket in it.
Ford: Hey, why
didn’t you sell it? It’s got to be worth
something. I
mean, you could use the money, right?
Garret: I told
you, I just wanted to help.
Ford: You just
wanted to help.
[sighs]
Can I tell you what I think, Mr. Garret?
I think you came in here today because you wanted to tell
the truth. [Garret
nods]
Because your conscience was bothering you.
[Garret pauses,
confused]
You saw her on her way home from school, didn’t you? Purse
dangling, gold jewelry. She’s gotta have money on her,
right? [Garret
shakes his
head] You
didn’t want to hurt her, you just wanted to rob her.
Garret:
No.
Ford: But she
struggled. Things got out of hand, she screamed, so you
hit her.
Garret: No.
That’s not the way it happened. She just... No!
Ford: Where’s
the body, Mr. Garret?
Caroline
Wilson: I object to this line of questioning. There
has been no body recovered.
Garret: I found
a locket, that’s all I did. I found a locket.
Ford: That is a
lie, all right? Everything you’ve said here today is a
lie!
Caroline
Wilson: Mr. Ford, if you have some evidence...
Ford: The
picture of her in the paper. She wasn’t wearing a locket,
so you couldn’t have known it was hers. And another little
detail. You couldn’t have picked it up beside her car
because she doesn’t own one!
Garret: Why are
you doing this to me? I didn’t do it.
Ford: Because
you’re a liar, Mr. Garret. You lied to the sergeant at the
desk, you lied to Detective Vecchio, you lied about
Constable Fraser, and now you’re lying to me.
Garret:
No.
Ford: You saw
her, you robbed her and you killed her. Plain and
simple.
Garret: No! She
was breathing.
Ford: When?
After you hit her?
Garret: In the
trunk of the
car! She was
alive!
Ford: What kind
of a car?
Garret: I don’t
know, a car.
Ford: Big car,
small car? Was it red? Blue? Green?
Garret: You
don’t understand. I wasn’t there, I just see things!
Ford: Yeah,
just like you saw the Mountie, right?
Caroline
Wilson: Mr. Ford, that’s enough.
Ford: He
probably helped you put the body in the trunk,
right?
Garret: No,
buried her. He buried her. I see a hole, the earth is
falling in. He’s saying something. He’s reaching
for...
Ford: What?
What is he reaching for, her neck. Did you break her
neck?
Garret:
No!
Ford : Is that how you got this?!
Garret : No! No!
[shoves the bagged locket into his hands]
Garret:
No...
[flash...the girl is being throttled; the locket drops;
girl falls, then sits at the bottom of a
hole...]
Fraser: She’s
alive.
[Ford hears the observation room door slam & goes to
investigate]
Ford:
Vecchio.
[corridor]
Ford
: Deeter! [Deeter
runs out after Ford]
Welsh: Out of
curiosity, where was the wolf during all this time?
Francesca:
Well, it kinda happened like
this...
[interrogation room; enter Fraser &
Vecchio]
Caroline
Wilson: Hey, I’m sorry, but my client will answer no
further questions.
Fraser: This
will just take a minute.
Ray: Yeah,
thanks very much, Caroline.
Fraser: She’s
alive, isn’t she? You saw her.
Garret:
Yeah.
Fraser: What
else did you see?
Garret:
Nothing.
Fraser: You saw
me.
Garret:
Yes.
Fraser: With
her? When you saw me, was the girl there as well?
Garret:
No...No.
Fraser: Thank
you. Excuse me.
[Garret grabs
Fraser’s arm...flash of Fraser reaching, crying ‘Take my
hand!’...]
[corridor into
bullpen]
Ray: What the
hell was that?
Fraser: He saw
her, Ray.
Ray: Okay,
great. So now all we gotta do is place him at the parking
lot.
Fraser: No, I
don’t think so. He wasn’t there.
Ray: You
believe that?
Fraser: If he’s
guilty, why would he give us the locket? It only serves to
incriminate him.
Ray: Because
he’s delusional, or he’s a liar.
Fraser: Or
because he sees things that we can’t see.
Ray: All right,
you’re losing me, Fraser.
Fraser: ‘There
are more things in heaven and earth than have been dreamt
of in your philosophy, Horatio.’ You see, Horatio
was...
Ray: Hamlet’s
best friend. I know. I saw the movie.
Fraser: Well,
Hamlet sees his father’s ghost.
Ray: Yeah. He
also kills his uncle and spends entirely way too much time
talking to skeletons.
Fraser: Well,
I suppose that would follow.
Ray: Look, how
is this relevant?
Fraser: Well it
isn’t, but, it is possible.
Ray: He was a
crazy person, okay? Elaine, tell him Hamlet was a crazy
person.
Elaine: I can’t
vouch for Hamlet but I’d watch out for Rosencrantz and
Gildenstern if I were
you.
Welsh: Vecchio!
Bring the Mountie.
[Welsh’s office]
Welsh
: This showed up at Howard Madison’s office a half an hour
ago.
Ray: She’s been
kidnapped.
Welsh: That’s
generally what a demand for ransom indicates.
Ray: So
Garret’s innocent.
Deeter: The
letter was mailed yesterday. Your transient could have
written it days ago.
Ray: Oh so then
he changes his mind, walks in here and decides to confess?
That’s nuts.
Deeter: Yeah,
so is he.
Ford: Cut him
loose.
Deeter:
What?
Ford: Vecchio
has a point. Cut him loose.
Fraser: What
about the girl?
Welsh:
Kidnapper is demanding a million dollars in cash by five
p.m. or she’s dead by morning.
Fraser: So she
is still alive.
Welsh: For the
moment.
[planning the money
drop-off caper]
Ford: No
sharpshooters, no guns, no helicopters. We need him alive.
We only have one shot at this, people.
Cop: What about
the armored personnel carrier?
Ford: No. Have
Madison take his limo to the drop site, tell him leave his
driver at home. We’ll supply one of ours.
Ray: If the
kidnapper sees a driver, he’ll spook.
Ford: Tell him
to drive himself.
[exit Deeter]
Okay? Any questions? Good.
[exit Fraser & Vecchio]
[bullpen]
Ray: Good
plan.
Fraser:
Mm.
Ray: Too
good.
Fraser:
Mm.
Ford: Where’s
Deeter? [Fraser
indicates Huey & Louie’s desk]
Ray: Mm.
Fraser:
Mm-hmmm.
[hallway to forensics lab; Gloria hands the ransom note to
Vecchio]
Gloria: Five
minutes. That’s it.
Ray: Okay,
okay, I owe you one.
Gloria: You owe
me ten.
Ray: I know, I
know. [kisses her on
the cheek]
Thanks.
[interrogation
room]
Fraser: Garret,
tell me about the kidnapper.
Caroline
Wilson: He doesn’t have to tell you anything.
Fraser: The
FBI have a ransom note.
Caroline
Wilson: My client has been exonerated!
Ray: No. He’s
been released. There’s a difference.
Caroline
Wilson: What are you saying?
Ray: I’m saying
maybe they’ll find somebody at the drop, and maybe this’ll
all go away in an hour. But I’m telling you if something
goes wrong, they’re gonna come looking to lay this on
somebody, and that somebody’s going to be him.
Fraser: Here’s
the note. We have very little time.
[Garret reluctantly
touches the note...flash as Garret describes...]
Garret: I see
dark hair. It’s a wig maybe. There’s a baseball hat.
Ray: Any
insignia?
Garret:
No.
[...flash of the location: cracked windows, piles of sand,
planks of wood, the hole containing the girl; hands reach
into a bag & throw a sandwich to
her]
Fraser: What
about his face.
Garret: His
face.
[...flash of the face on fire...Garret pulls hands away from the note in horror]
[Ford
enters]
Ford: Well,
isn’t this interesting?
Fraser: Tell me
about the face.
Caroline
Wilson: My client has nothing further to
say.
[street outside the station; Garret leaves, and cops all spill out after him]
Ford
: [to
Deeter]
Don’t lose Garret.
[plaza; cops &
Feds watching from rooftop; Fraser & Vecchio from
Riv]
Ford:
[into
radio]
Everyone into position?
Undercover
Thug: Unit one ready.
Undercover
Businessman: Unit two in position.
Undercover Mom:
Unit three ready.
Ford:
[into
radio]
Okay, signal Madison.
[Madison exits his
limo carrying a bag, and waits outside a phone booth;
kidnapper dials his cell phone; phone booth phone
rings]
Ford:
[into
radio]
Okay, it’s show time, everybody, heads up.
Madison:
[into
phone]
Yes?...Yes....Yeah, I see it....Okay...Yeah. Okay.
[hangs up, then
exits phone booth & waits
there]
[Ford’s phone
rings]
Ford:
What?
Deeter: Yeah
this is Unit 17...We, uh, we lost Garret.
Ford: What?!
Where?
Deeter: I don’t
know, not far from you.
Ford:
[into radio]
Attention all units. Garret made his move. Keep your eyes
open.
Ray: They’re
going after the wrong guy.
[kidnapper drives
into an underground parking structure, then dials his
cell; phone booth phone rings again, but Madison walks
away]
Ford : What’s he doing?
[Madison walks over to a grate, lifts it, and drops the
money
down]
Ford: Son of a
bitch. What’s underneath this place?
Ray: He’s in
the garage.
Ford:
[into
radio] The
parking garage, the parking garage! All units move out! I
want a man at every exit. Seal it off
now!
[kidnapper, bag of money in hand, walks away, dumping his wig & cap into the garbage]
[Vecchio drives into the garage]
Fraser : To the left. There!
[they find the abandoned car, as the kidnapper walks
calmly up the stairs & into the
street]
[garage; cops swarming]
Ray : [aside] They couldn’t find an eggroll in Chinatown.
[Fraser finds the wig in the trash can; Ford sees
this]
Ford:
[into radio]
All units in sector
7.
[street; kidnapper puts bag into the trunk of a second
car, sees a patrol car passing
by]
Ford:
[on
radio]
Perimeter around the plaza, from State Street to LaSalle.
Anything suspicious stop and apprehend.
Cop : Check him out.
[patrol car pauses, indicates for the kidnapper to stay
put, but the car speeds away]
Cop: Got him.
[into radio]
Suspect’s eastbound on
Monroe.
[car chase ensues: kidnapper, patrol car, motorcycle cop, Riv, & Ford. Music: ‘At the Hundredth Meridian’ by The Tragically Hip.]
[chase finally ends at a refinery: the kidnapper loses
control & crashes into a gas pump; the car stalled; he
tries to restart it; Fraser jumps out of the Riv and
rushes toward the
kidnapper]
Fraser: Get
away from the car!
[the kidnapper’s car
explodes, knocking Fraser over; Vecchio dials cell
phone]
Ray: South
Torrence Avenue, the
refinery.
[Ford arrives, too late]
[27th precinct; Welsh’s office; night]
Ford
: [on cell
phone]
Yes, sir the kidnapper’s name was Jefferson, Adam. Date of
birth 5/25/49. No fixed address....Yeah, well it’s hard to
say, sir, uh. [drops
file, papers go
flying] He
may have been some kind of disgruntled employee...Uh,
apparently he worked at Madison Systems for,
uh...
[bullpen]
Ray: ...fifteen
years. Plant closed. Laid off last year sometime, a couple
of misdemeanors. Nothing but petty stuff since then.
Nothing that’s going to get us to the girl.
Fraser: Where’s
the plant?
Elaine: Skokie.
FBI’s already up there. No sign of her.
Ford: Where the
hell is he?
Deeter:
Poof!
Fraser: It’s
Garret. They can’t find him.
Ray : Thanks, Elaine.
[Welsh’s office; enter Huey, Louie,
Deeter]
Ford:
[on cell
phone]
No-no sir. I wouldn’t call it hopeless. We still have a
suspect, an accomplice. Garret. Correct.
[Deeter shakes his
head no; Ford is pissed] ...Yes sir, I’ll have him in
custody within the hour...Uh, half hour, yes...Yes,
sir...Yes, sir...Goodnight.
[hangs
up] Get
the Mountie in here.
Deeter: The
Mountie?
Ford: Get him
in here!
[Fraser and Vecchio
have already gone]
Deeter:
Great.
[Riv]
Ray: So,
Francesca.
Fraser: Your
sister.
[long
pause]
Ray
: You’re not going to tell me, are ya?
Fraser: No,
Ray.
Ray: I’m gonna
to have to live with this, aren’t I?
Fraser:
Yes.
Ray: Stupid,
right? I mean, if I want anybody to sleep with my sister,
and I’m not encouraging this, I’d want it to be you.
Fraser: That’s
very generous of you,
Ray.
[shelter
three]
Garret: He’s
dead.
Fraser:
Yes.
Garret: No.
What I see-what I see doesn’t help people. I feel them.. I
feel them until they crush me. Other people’s lives, other
people’s pain.
I don’t know whether it’s me anymore, I don’t know whether
it’s them. I let them in, and they swallow me, until I
feel like I’m suffocating. I don’t want their pain
anymore. I don’t care, I just want them to stop.
Fraser: But
they won’t.
Garret: No. No,
they won’t stop. It took me years to cut out the sounds of
their voices. I still see ‘em, but I don’t hear ‘em any
more. Not for a long time. Not until now.
Fraser: So why
did you let her in?
Garret: She’s
strong. She wants to live.
Fraser: Help
her.
Garret: Not my
responsibility. If I take you there, and she’s dead,
they’ll blame me. They’ll say I did it. They’ll say I
killed her.
Fraser: You’d
be running that risk, but you’ve been running for a long
time, Garret. They’re your visions. You have to look at
them and listen to them.
Garret:
Why?
Fraser: Because
if you don’t, a young girl is going to
die.
[Riv]
Garret: There’s
no floor, just dirt or sand, but it’s inside.
Ray: What did
you see? A factory? A warehouse?
Garret:
God.
Fraser:
God?
Ray: Oh
great.
[in front of factory: “Goddard fine ladies’
footwear”]
Garret: I could
only see part of it through the window. G-O-D, I couldn’t
be sure. It’s older windows, with safety glass.
Industrial.
Dirty.
[helicopter
pad]
Ford:
[to
Deeter] I
want ground teams on five-minute ready. There won’t be
much time once we find
them.
[factory]
Fraser:
Diefenbaker, be careful!
[Dief goes running
off]
Garret: Good
listener.
[helicopter]
Ford: Go to
Romeo Tango Zero Niner. We’re
looking for a green Buick
Riviera.
[factory]
Fraser: Miss
Madison!
[Dief barks]
[sand piles, wooden planks – just like Garret’s vision]
Fraser : Good boy, Diefenbaker.
[Dief barks]
Fraser : Miss Madison!
[Dief leads them, and Garret realizes this was in his
vision]
Garret: This is
it.
Fraser: Miss
Madison!
[they follow Dief to a hole; as they try to peer down, the
sand around it begins to
give]
Fraser: This
whole area is unstable. But the kidnapper must have used
something to keep his weight from undermining the
sand.
Mary Ann
Madison: Who’s there?
Ray: It’s the
police, Miss Madison. Just sit tight and we’ll have you
out of there in a minute.
Mary Ann: Don’t
you go away!
Please!
[whimpers]
[Fraser and Vecchio
rush off in search of something to shore up the hole; Dief
tries to look in, making the sand shift]
Garret: No,
dog.
[helicopter arrives,
and the vibrations make the sand shift]
Ray
: Ford!
Mary Ann:
[panicking]
I’m getting
buried! Get me
out! Getting
buried! I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe! Help me.
[Garret jumps into
the pit]
[sand is steadily
running into the pit as Garret pushes her out]
Garret : Grab her hand! Grab her hand!
Mary Ann : Come on! Come on!
[Fraser pulls her up as Vecchio hangs onto him; Vecchio
ushers her to one side as Fraser reaches down for Garret,
who is buried waist deep; Garret recognizes that this,
too, is from his
vision]
Fraser: Take my
hand! [to
Vecchio] I
can’t reach him!!
[Vecchio laces a
chain through Fraser’s belt and holds him... sand pours
down onto Garret]
Fraser : Come on! Reach for it! Take my hand!
[Garret finally grasps Fraser’s hand, just as he becomes totally buried]
Fraser : I got him!!
Ray
: Okay!
[Vecchio pulls them both up]
[enter Ford, too
late again]
[outside factory; the paramedics are checking Mary Ann
over; her father arrives & she rushes over and hugs
him]
Mary Ann:
Daddy.
[Garret looks on;
Mary Ann goes to Garret and gives him her locket, then
exits]
Fraser:
[to
Garret]
Can we drop you somewhere?
[Garret simply
smiles and walks away]
Ray:
[to
Ford]
Great job.
[27th precinct;
corridor]
[Fraser clears his
throat but says nothing... Vecchio understands and says
nothing back... they part; Vecchio runs into
Frannie]
Francesca: Hi.
Where’s the Mountie?
Ray: C’mere.
[Vecchio hauls her
into an interrogation
room] You
and me gotta talk.
Francesca
: What?!
Ray: Stay away
from him, okay?
Francesca:
Excuse me?!
Ray: Look,
Frannie. You heard what I said. Just stay away from him,
okay? [goes to
exit]
Francesca:
Ray?!
Ray: Frannie,
you are in over your head.
Francesca:
Meaning?
Ray: Meaning
guys like him don’t marry girls like you. That’s fairy
tale. And girls like you get hurt and guys like him don’t
even know it, and that’s life.
Francesca: Oh
yeah? You know this.
[Fraser watches them from the observation room]
Ray: Why do you
do this? You always do this to yourself.
Francesca:
Yeah, I do. You know what your problem is, Ray?
Ray: No,
Frannie, why don’t you tell me?
Francesca:
Yeah, I’ll tell you. Your problem is that you are so
afraid to dream. You are so afraid to reach out for
something that you really want. You know what happens to
people like you? They get old, they get alone...and they
die. And they never know. Well, that’s not me.
[she starts to
leave]
Ray: Hey, hey,
hey. Come here, come here. Did you sleep with him?
Francesca: Oh
god...Why? Why? Would it matter to you if I did?
Ray: Yes, it
would. You’re my sister...I care about you.
[they hug; Frannie hits him in the arm & leaves;
Vecchio sighs heavily & leans over the
table]
[corridor; Fraser is trying to get water from the
fountain]
Fraser:
Hello.
Francesca: Hi.
Well, um, I-I-I’ll see you.
Fraser: Can I
walk you home? I mean your home. I assume that’s where
you...
Francesca:
That’s okay. Some other time.
[exits]
[Fraser tries the
water fountain again; he looks around, kicks it sharply
and it starts
running]
End