<Doo Mah>
[Canada; snowy
wilderness]
[Robert Fraser’s cabin... fluid drips onto the floor...a lantern falls & shatters, catching the cabin on fire]
[close-up on snow globe]
[Chicago; inside vacuum repair
shop]
Ray: You know
how long that pool table’s been in my basement?
Fraser: Fifteen
years.
Ray: My old man
brought it home for Mother’s
Day. On
Father’s Day she let him back in the house.
Clerk: What’s
the name on that?
Fraser:
Mustafi.
Ray: You mean
it’s not even yours?
Fraser: No, I
borrowed it from a
neighbor.
Apparently he wasn’t aware it was malfunctioning.
Clerk: Eighty
bucks.
Ray: To fix
that thing? I could buy a new one for that!
Clerk: Not one
like this.
This one’s got
character. Not
a common commodity among vacuums.
Fraser: Oh
dear, I appear to be a little, um...
[Clerk eyes
him...(he’s a Little Person)]
Ray: How
much?
Fraser: Sixty
dollars. [Vecchio
hands Fraser 3
20’s]
Thank you kindly.
Clerk: No, I
thank you.
[street]
Ray: So, you
gonna help me bring the pool table up from the
basement?
Fraser: Won’t
your mother miss her dining room set?
Ray: Yeah
probably, but it’s my house, and if I want a pool table in
the dining room, I’m going to put a pool table in the
dining room
Fraser: How
long is she going away for?
Ray: A week.
For years she’s been saying how she wants to visit her
sister in Florida, how hard it is to be apart. How much
she misses her. As soon as I book the hotel room, she’s
decided she’s not speaking to her. I think she’s just
going down there to glare at her.
[Fraser spots someone ahead; he rushes after her, ending
up going through revolving doors into a hotel...but she’s
disappeared]
Ray: What’s
going on?
Fraser:
Nothing. I
just thought I, uh, I though I saw a woman I used to
know.
Ray: Thought
she needed a vacuum?
Fraser: No...
I was mistaken.
Ray: So, uh,
you’re going to pay me on Friday, right?
Fraser: Yeah,
sure.
[Music: ‘Possession (piano version)’ by Sarah
McLachlan]
[Fraser’s
apartment]
[Fraser fixing spaghetti dinner; he pauses, then dumps it
all into Dief’s
bowl]
Fraser: It
wasn’t her.
[closes eyes, and
imagines...revolving doors, snowing inside, Victoria
appears, mouthing ‘Why? Why?’ and looking hurt, walking
away...Fraser lies in his bed, snow falls...]
[Vecchio
house]
Ray: Okay,
everybody, in the car, let’s go! You don’t want to hit the
traffic.
Francesca:
Where is my make-up kit? Who took my make-up kit?
Ray: I had to
strap it to the roof cause it wouldn’t fit inside. Come
on, let’s go!
Maria: Where’s
Ma?
Ray: She’s in
the front seat. She’s been there for the last half-hour.
She can’t wait to get down there and not talk to her
sister.
Tony: Hey,
Raimondo!
You want to help me with this, or
what?
Ray: Yeah, why
don’t you hop on my back and I’ll carry you all the way to
Florida? Come
on Frannie! Let’s go!
Francesca: Is
Fraser here?
Ray: No, he’s
not here! How many times do I have to tell you?
Francesca:
Because if he is, I’ll kill
you
[car horn
honks] Is
she in the driver’s seat?
Ray: She’s
coming, Ma!
Francesca: Oh
no. Ma, you’re not driving! We’re not going 35 all the way
to Florida!
[everybody’s
gone]
Ray: Have a
great trip. [walks
into the dining room and eyes the table]
[Vecchio dining
room; pool table is in place]
Ray: It’s a
thing of beauty, isn’t it ?
Fraser: Do you
think the room is large enough?
Ray: Hey, if
it’s a little tight, it just makes the game more
interesting. Would you look at the patina on this
thing? It’s
one thing my old man knew, was quality in wood.
Fraser: I’m
not sure we’ve got it level, Ray.
Ray: And, boy,
could he play pool. Dinnertime would come, and Ma would
start yelling how the roast would be ruined. So I’d
volunteer to go down to
Fanelli’s and I’d sneak in and
stand in the corner where he couldn’t see me...WHACK.
Three balls off the break... He starts
knockin’ ‘em down, cross side,
cross corner...and then he double banks the 8-ball. He was
a lousy father...but boy, could he play pool. It was the
one thing in life he did well.
Fraser: It’s a
beautiful table.
Ray: So you’re
going to be here Friday night, right?
Fraser:
Yeah
Ray: All
right. Don’t forget my money cause I need it to buy a... I
was thinking of getting a deli platter, or maybe um, maybe
some pizzas and beer. Ah what the heck, I’ll get both. I
mean, how many times do you have the guys over,
right?
Fraser: I
wouldn’t miss it. Listen, I really should be getting
back.
Ray:
Okay. Uh,
Benny, thanks for your help.
Fraser: No
problem.
[exits]
[Vecchio squats down
to admire the table; he lifts the rack, and balls roll as
one to the edge]
[confessional]
Fraser: Oh, I
guess I’m not really sure if I saw her, or I just wanted
to see her, or maybe I saw her because she’s the one
person I can’t face.
Father Behan:
Why?
Fraser:
Because of a decision I made.
Father Behan:
Come back to haunt you, so to speak.
Fraser:
Yes.
Father Behan:
Son, I’m a Catholic from Belfast. And any good decision
there is usually wrong. Each one is impossible. But you
still have to make them and learn to live with it. And
then try to forgive yourself.
Fraser: She
drove the get-away car.
Father Behan:
I’m sorry?
[Music: ‘O God, My God’ by the
Baha’i
Chorale]
Fraser: She and
two men robbed a bank in Alaska. One of them died, one of
them fled south, and she came across the border in a light
airplane. It was forced down because of weather. The pilot
abandoned her. I tracked her into a place called Fortitude
Pass. A storm had been blowing for days and by the time I
found her I’d lost everything: my pack, my supplies. She
was huddled in a crag on the lee side of a mountain,
almost frozen, very near death. So I staked a lean-to with
my rifle and draped my coat around it and I held on to her
while the storm closed in around us. I kept talking to her
to keep her from slipping away. It snowed for a day and a
night and a day, and when I couldn’t talk anymore I took
her fingers, and I put them in my mouth to keep them warm.
I don’t remember losing consciousness but I-I do remember
being aware that I was dying. And then I heard her
voice...She was reciting a poem over and over...I couldn’t
make out the words, but I couldn’t stop
listening. She
had the most beautiful voice...It was as though I had
known her forever, across a thousand lifetimes...Uh, the
storm finally broke and we were alive. After a day we
found my pack, we ate everything I had. In one meal. And
it took us four days to reach the nearest outpost. We
camped that night just outside the town within sight of
the church’s steeple...and I held her in my arms...and she
asked me to let her go. You see, no one knew that I’d
found her. The police didn’t even know her name. I could
just let her go and she could walk away that night.
[diner]
Robert Fraser:
You did the right thing. You did your
duty. That’s
all you could have done.
Fraser: She’s
the only woman I ever loved. I put her in prison. Duty is
a poor excuse.
Robert Fraser:
Well, she was a criminal. You had no choice but to bring
her to justice. Are you going to eat those fries?
Fraser: No, be
my guest. [notices
Robert’s
Stetson]
What’s wrong with your hat?
Robert Fraser:
Oh, this is the one they buried me in. They had to snip
off the back so I could lie flat. I’m sure they meant
well, but they have no idea how embarrassing these things
can be in the afterlife.
Fraser: See,
she really had no choice. She was living with the man who
planned the robbery. It was a very desperate
situation.
Robert Fraser:
I’m sure the judge took that into
account.
That’s his job. Your job was to bring her in. I suspected
it might have been your fault.
Fraser:
What?
Robert Fraser:
The hat thing. Is this the last image you have of
me?
Fraser: It was
your funeral,
Dad. I could
hardly close my eyes.
Robert Fraser:
I guess it can’t be
helped. These
things taste like nothing.
Fraser: Well,
stop eating them all.
Robert Fraser:
I arrested your mother once.
Fraser: You
did not.
Robert Fraser:
Honest to God. I gave her a speeding ticket.
Fraser: You
knew it was her car and you pulled her over anyway?
Robert Fraser:
No. I was right there in the passenger seat.
Fraser: Get
out!
Robert Fraser:
She was doing 45 in a 30.
Fraser:
Mum?
Robert Fraser:
I kept telling her I was going to do it and every time I
did she kept speeding up. Made absolutely no sense! Women.
You ever been able to figure them out, son?
Fraser: Well,
actually, I’m asking you for advice, Dad.
Robert Fraser:
In my 57 years of being alive and my 14 months of being
dead I only learned one thing about women and that’s that
I haven’t learned one damn thing about women. Have I been
of some help, son?
Fraser: Oh
yeah, big help.
Robert Fraser:
Good luck, son.
[exits]
Waiter:
Anything else for you, sir?
Fraser: No,
thanks.
Waiter: Do you
want that to go?
Fraser: Yeah,
I think I’ll just uh...
[sees Victoria
getting out of a cab and runs outside, bumping into a
man]
Man : Hey!
[street; runs to catch the
taxi]
Fraser:
[to
driver]
Where is she?
Driver:
What?
Fraser: The
woman who was in this car. Where did she go?
Driver:
[points
gun] Get
your hands off
me!
[drives away as
Fraser yells]
Fraser: Did you
not have a woman in this
cab?
[Fraser has lost
her; the waiter knocks on window, shows him the bill;
Fraser pays, leaves, and bumps into Victoria in the
entryway]
Victoria:
Hi.
Fraser:
Hi.
Victoria: It
was you. I
thought I saw you standing in the middle of the road. I
wasn’t sure if I was just seeing things.
Fraser: No,
that-that was me. I was, uh
[man enters, passes
between them] I was standing, in the middle of the
road.
Victoria: I
never thought I’d see you again.
Fraser:
Neither did I. [man2
exits]
Where were you, um...
[man3 exits]
Victoria:
Prison.
Fraser: Going?
Where were you going?
Victoria: Oh,
I-- Doesn’t matter.
Waiter: You
still want this to go?
Fraser:
No.
[another
diner]
Victoria: Just
a few days. My sister died just after I got out.
Fraser: I’m
sorry.
Victoria:
After that, there wasn’t much to keep me in Alaska. So I
thought I’d come to Chicago, finish up some old business.
And then I figured I’d go to Dallas, or maybe Austin.
Someplace warm, get a fresh start.
Fraser:
Austin’s a nice city.
Victoria: You
been there?
Fraser:
No.
Victoria:
Well, warm sounds good to me right now.
Fraser: I can
understand that.
Victoria: I’m
glad I got a chance to see you before I pushed off. You
look great. I better go. Um, here.
[gets out her
purse]
Fraser: No, I
got it.
Victoria:
Figure you owe me, huh?
Fraser:
Yeah.
Victoria:
Bye.
Fraser:
Victoria.
Victoria:
Yeah?
Fraser: Can I
see you again?
Victoria:
When?
Fraser:
Now.
Victoria: You
hungry?
Fraser:
Starving.
[Fraser’s
apartment; Fraser enters with a grocery bag]
Victoria:
Hi.
Fraser: I’m
sorry it took so long to find the cilantro.
Victoria: You
tracked it down, did you?
Fraser: Well
the second grocer said he’d never stocked it, although I
did find traces of the leaf on the floor of the produce
section. There was a boot imprint on one of them, so
I--
Victoria: And
you found it?
Fraser: Uh,
unfortunately, no.
Victoria: Mm.
So what’d you get?
Fraser: Ice
cream.
Victoria: Mmm,
great. I found
brown beans, a pork chop, some spaghetti sauce, and
pasta.
Fraser: Uh,
what are we making?
Victoria: All
of it. How much do I owe you?
Fraser: No,
you were
right. I owe
you. What can I do?
Victoria: Can
you stir?
Fraser: It’s
one of my areas of abiding interest.
[they share a look, and a touch, and the pan boils
over]
Fraser:
Sorry.
Victoria: How
about you set the table?
Fraser:
Okay.
Victoria
: Yeah.
Fraser:
Good.
[all he has is camp
ware; as he puts it out, Victoria puts several 20’s in
Fraser’s wallet]
Victoria: You
wouldn’t have any candles by any chance, would you?
Fraser: Yeah.
[opens
cupboard]
In case of power disruption.
[there are hundreds
of candles]
Victoria:
You’re prepared for everything.
Fraser: Not
quite.
[candles and meal on table; candles around the apartment;
Dief is on the bed, Fraser & Victoria are sitting on
the
floor]
Victoria: I
never figured you for a television.
Fraser: I
borrowed it from my neighbor, Mr.
Mustafi.
Victoria: Why
doesn’t it have any sound?
Fraser: It’s
broken. I have to have it repaired before I return it. You
know, if it’s a problem, I have other neighbors, we could
probably--
Victoria: It’s
okay.
Fraser: You
sure you don’t want to go out--
Victoria: Shh!
This is my favorite
movie. I’ve
always wanted to be Eve Kendall.
Fraser: But
she sends Cary Grant to be killed.
Victoria: She
had no choice.
Fraser:
Oh.
Victoria:
Aren’t you cold?
Fraser: No.
Oh, I’m sorry, pardon me.
[shuts window, then returns to the floor]
[street; in front of
hotel]
Victoria:
Thanks.
Fraser: Should
I walk you to your door?
Victoria: I
think I can handle it from here. I had a great time.
Fraser: So did
I.
[she enters
hotel]
[another street; in
front of Vale Restaurant]
Street Vendor:
Hey, mister!
Mister! Take a
look. Twenty bucks for genuine Eskimo soapstone
sculpture.
Fraser:
Actually this isn’t soapstone.
[sniffs]
It’s not even stone. It’s soap. And you
might be curious to discover that the Inuit are not
indigenous to Taiwan.
Vendor:
Weren’t they supposed to have crossed the Bering
Strait?
Fraser: Point
taken. I’m afraid that all I have is, uh...
[takes out his
wallet, finding the cash Victoria put there; he buys a
sculpture]
Vendor: You’re
a gentleman. Thank you, sir.
Fraser: Thank
you kindly.
[Fraser’s apartment;
‘North By Northwest’ is playing silently on the
television; knock knock
knock; Fraser opens the
door...]
Victoria: Did
you think we could just pretend that it didn’t happen? How
could you do it? How could you do that to me, huh?
[pushes him against
the wall]
How could you do it?
[Fraser grasps
her]
No!
Fraser:
[whispers]
I’m sorry.
[Music: ‘Possession’ by Sarah
McLachlan]
[they kiss; Fraser
closes the door, takes Victoria’s coat off as they kiss
and kiss... snow falls on them... they fall onto the bed,
Victoria on top]
Victoria: I’m
sorry.
Fraser: That’s
all right, I probably deserve it.
Victoria: You
do.
[more
kissing...Fraser takes her fingers into his
mouth...]
[...later; they lie
entwined on the bed; Victoria rises, putting on Fraser’s
red shirt, and closes the window...she sees a man watching
from a window across the street; she goes to the kitchen,
puts on dishwashing gloves, and (using the soap sculpture)
proceeds to wipe down the surfaces]
[man (Jolly) watches, waits, smoking in the window across
the
street]
[Fraser’s apartment]
[the knob turns, but the door is locked]
Ray : Hey Benny, you okay?
[Vecchio prepares to kick in the door when Fraser opens
it]
Fraser:
Morning, Ray.
Ray: Hey, the
consulate said you didn’t show up, so I figured you had to
be pretty sick. Are you all right?
Fraser: Yeah,
I’m fine.
Ray: So you’re
not sick?
Fraser: No,
I’m fine.
Ray: But you
didn’t go to work.
Fraser: Must
have slept in.
Ray: Oh. Are
you in some kind of trouble?
Fraser: No,
no, no. No. No, I just-- I have a friend visiting, and I,
and...
Ray: Oh. What
kind of friend?
[Fraser rolls his
eyes] A
guy friend? A girl friend ?
Fraser:
[laughs]
Well...
Ray: You got a
woman in there?
Fraser:
Yes.
Ray:
Heh
heh
heh.
Way to go, man! Way to go! You got an actual
woman. You.
[Fraser nods]
Ray
: [whispers]
Wow.
Fraser: Thanks
for dropping by, Ray.
Ray: Wow. Way
to go.
[gives him thumbs-up, Fraser returns it]
Ray
: [to a
neighbor]
Got a woman in
there.
[inside]
Victoria:
[wearing Fraser’s
tunic] Do
you really have to go to work?
Fraser:
Yeah.
Victoria: So I
guess you need this.
[starts taking off
tunic]
Fraser: Kind
of. Although, I do have something like 82 sick days coming
to me.
Victoria: I
think you should go straight to bed.
[Fraser
nods]
[consulate; Fraser’s
office; desk is crowded with get well
cards/presents/balloons, etc.]
Sergeant:
[voice]
Inuit boy saw
the smoke. Took us a week to get up there.
Fraser:
[on
phone] I
appreciate your calling, Sergeant.
Sergeant: And
we don’t know what caused it, it could have been
lightning. I’m sending someone up there, see if there’s
anything we can salvage.
Fraser: I
don’t think there’s anything of value.
Sergeant: Your
dad didn’t keep any gunpowder in the place, did he,
something that might have caught a spark?
Fraser: No, I
don’t think so.
Sergeant: I’ll
call if I find out anything.
Fraser: Thank
you kindly. [to his
dad] Your
cabin burned down last week.
Robert Fraser:
Mm. Well. I don’t use it much anymore.
[Fraser hangs his
head] I’m
sorry. I know
how you love the cabin
Fraser: I
wasn’t using it much anymore.
Jasmine:
Another well-wisher. No card.
Fraser : Ah.
[he opens box, finds a single red rose]
Jasmine
: Go. I’ll cover for ya.
Fraser:
Thanks.
[Fraser rushes out; Robert sees he left the Stetson, and
snags it for
himself]
[Vecchio dining
room; pool game in progress; Gardino is struggling to
remove his stuck cue stick]
Ray: Better
not ruin that radiator.
Gardino: Nice
space you have for this.
Ray: Just shut
up and shoot pool.
Gardino: What
am I supposed to do with
this? All I
can do is just drill the ball straight through the table.
[hits directly down
on the ball, moving it about an inch]
Huey: You
missed. You have to pull up a ball.
Gardino: We’ve
been shooting for 20 minutes we haven’t sunk one!
Welsh: Didn’t
I hear something about a pizza and a deli platter?
Ray: Yes sir,
but I got caught a little short. Caper sir?
Huey: I can’t
remember are we spots or stripes?
Gardino : You sink anything, you win.
[Huey hits the ball about a
foot]
Welsh: So
where’s the big red one?
Ray: I think
he got himself a mystery woman.
Huey: You mean
you haven’t met her?
Ray: Yeah,
yeah, I met her!
Welsh: So
what’s she like?
Ray: She’s,
uh, Canadian.
All:
Ahh.
Welsh:
Detective Gardino. Please.
[Gardino holds the window opens so Welsh can shoot; he
sinks a ball, which falls through a hole in the pocket and
goes skittering across the
floor]
[Fraser’s apartment;
Fraser & Victoria in bed asleep; knocking at the
door]
[hallway]
Ray: Three’s a
crowd, huh,
Dief?
[knocks
again]
[Fraser opens the door, still putting on his
shirt]
Fraser:
Hi.
Ray: What’s
tonight, Benny?
Fraser: Well,
actually it’s Saturday morning, Ray, and... Oh, I’m
sorry.
Ray: Ah, don’t
worry about it. It was nothing special.
Fraser: No,
I’m sorry. I forgot. I-I got caught up in some things, and
uh... I got your money.
Ray: Like this
makes a difference?
[takes
money]
Fraser: I meant
to be there, Ray.
Ray: So is she
in there?
Fraser: Yeah.
I’m sorry, do you wanna-do you wanna meet her?
Ray: Nah,
don’t do me any favors. I wouldn’t want to embarrass you,
anyway.
[walks
away]
Fraser:
Ray...Ray.
[Fraser hurriedly
puts on his boots]
Victoria: I
take it that was Ray.
Fraser:
Yeah.
Victoria: I’m
sorry.
Fraser: It’s
not your fault.
[finishes
dressing]
Don’t go anywhere.
[goes after
Vecchio]
[street; Riv pulls
away screeching, and Fraser runs after it... Jolly
notices.]
[Vecchio stops for a green light, Fraser catches
up]
Fraser: I’m
sorry, Ray.
Ray:
Yeah.
Fraser: It’s
just that I-I... I made a mistake once, and I can’t make
it again.
[apartment hallway; Dief notices the door is open, and goes in]
[street]
Fraser : You know, I think there are certain things you’d live to regret in your life. Losing your friendship would be one of them, and losing her...
[Dief snarls and barks; a gun shoots]
[street]
Fraser:
Gunshot!
[runs back to his
place; Vecchio follows in
Riv]
[apartment; it’s been ransacked, Dief has been shot,
Victoria is gone]
Ray: Oh my God!
All right, I got the car running. Come on, let’s
go!
[Fraser picks Dief up & runs after
Vecchio]
[animal hospital; Dief lies in a cage, Fraser sits with
him]
[street to Victoria’s hotel; Fraser comes upon her tossing
her cases into a taxi; he traps her in the revolving
door]
Fraser: Where
are you going?
Victoria: Just
let me go, please?
Fraser: I want
to know what happened.
Victoria: I’m
sorry, okay?
Fraser: I said
I want to know what happened!
Victoria:
Jolly’s out!
Fraser: Come
on.
[zoo; polar bear
exhibit]
Victoria: He
showed up at my sister’s place about a month after I got
out. She lived in
Skagway. I got
the hell out of there as fast as I could. I don’t know how
he found me this time. If he followed me, I don’t know. I
thought I saw him that first time that we were at your
place.
Fraser: Why
didn’t you tell me?
Victoria: I’ve
been seeing him every night for the last month. You left
for just a few minutes and I look up and, he was standing
above me, he grabbed me by the throat, I couldn’t scream,
I couldn’t fight. If it weren’t for your wolf... Is he
dead?
Fraser: No.
He’s badly hurt.
Victoria: I’m
sorry. I just got out the fire escape. I don’t know why
he’s doing this.
Fraser: What
does he want from you?
Victoria: I
don’t know.
Fraser: What
aren’t you telling me?
Victoria:
Nothing.
Fraser: What
aren’t you telling me!
Victoria: They
never found the money we
stole. Over
half a million
dollars. So
when I got out, I went to find it.
Fraser: And
you had no intention of giving it back.
Victoria: It
wasn’t there.. I just assumed that Jolly got there first.
He thinks I did.
Fraser: Did he
tell anyone where he hid it?
Victoria:
Jolly’s got a big mouth, but I
don’t think he’s stupid enough to tell anyone.
Fraser: And
you told no one.
Victoria: I’m
not exactly a trusting person. People tend to let me
down.
Fraser: Not
this time.
[Vecchio’s
house]
Ray: You can
stay here until they get
back. After
that we’ll have to make other arrangements. This is my
sister’s room.
Victoria: You
sure this is okay?
Ray: Any
friend of Fraser’s is a friend of mine.
Victoria: So.
You’re Ray.
Ray: Yeah. And
you’re Victoria.
Victoria : Mm-hmm.
Ray
: So how did you two meet?
Fraser He
arrested me.
Ray: Ah. He
meets a lot of people that way. Listen, you hurt him and
I’ll kill you. This is my room across the
hall. You hear
anything, you bang on the door.
Victoria: I
don’t think I’ll need to do that.
Ray: If you
hear anything, you see anything, you bang on my door,
okay? Nothing happens to you while you’re under my roof.
If I’m not home, you call me at this number.
[hands her a
card]
Victoria:
Thanks. I
appreciate what you’re doing.
Ray: It’s not
you I do it for.
Victoria: You
made that real clear, but I do appreciate it.
Ray: I hope
so.
[Fraser’s
apartment; CSIs on
scene]
Gardino: Just
two sets of prints, if you discount the,
heh, paw marks. Sorry. Uh, how
is the little guy?
Fraser: We
won’t know for a while.
Huey: Is
anything missing?
Fraser: There
doesn’t appear to be.
Huey: We’d like
to talk to your...lady friend.
Fraser: I’ll
bring her in.
Huey: Good.
[exits]
Gardino
: [as he
leaves]
Oh. You wanted
this?
[hands Vecchio a
paper]
Ray: Thanks.
[reads paper]
Chuckles
ain’t no clown, that’s for sure.
Fraser:
Jolly?
Ray: Yeah,
he’s got quite a history. Manslaughter, attempted murder,
assault with a deadly weapon. He killed a guard in that
bank job with your girlfriend. Hey, did she get a lighter
sentence for testifying against him?
Fraser:
Yeah.
Ray: Hmm.
Looks like he didn’t trust her. He escaped the same week
she got released. You were only gone a few
minutes. Must
have been staking out the
joint.
[building across from Fraser’s window]
Ray: Yeah, this
would do it.
[Fraser smells
discarded cigarette butt]
Fraser
: Canadian.
[Vecchio knocks on
first door]
Ray : Hi. Police officers. Have you noticed a guy who-- [SLAM]
[Vecchio knocks on next door]
Ray
: Hi, I’m Detective Vecchio and this is Benton
Fra--
[SLAM]
[next
door]
Fraser : Hello, I wonder if you could-- [SLAM]
[next door]
Ray : Hey, how ya doing? [SLAM]
[next door]
Fraser
: Excuse me,
sir. We were
wondering if you could help us.
Guy:
Sure.
Fraser: Have
you seen a man loitering at that end of the hall in the
last few days?
Guy: Just the
private
detective. I
let him use my
phone
[inside Guy’s apartment; Vecchio on Guy’s
phone]
Ray:
555-9732.
Guy: My
mom.
Ray: Seven
times?
Guy:
Yeah.
Ray:
555-7333
Guy: Don’t
know that one.
Ray: All right
that’s the one. Look it up.
[dingy motel
lobby]
Ray: Have you
ever seen this
guy?
[shows photostat to the
(practically blind) manager]
Manager:
No.
[flips the paper over, shows the same
paper]
Ray: How about
this guy?
Manager:
No.
[flips the paper over, shows the same
paper]
Ray: What about
this guy?
Manager: Room
211.
Ray
: Thanks.
[Fraser &
Vecchio exit; manager comes over & cleans camera
lens]
[outside motel room
211; Vecchio knocks]
Fraser: Why
would he call his own hotel?
Ray: I don’t
know, probably checking his messages.
[Vecchio begins picking the
lock]
Fraser: No
known accomplices.
Ray: No. Maybe
he’s got a girlfriend.
Fraser: Maybe.
Don’t we need a warrant to go in there?
Ray: Not if
there is imminent danger.
[opens
door]
Fraser: And
what kind of imminent danger might that be, Ray?
Ray: Oh I
don’t know. Something like fire.
[lights a matchbook and drops it into a trash can, then
shuts the door; he knocks on the door of the next room;
woman opens it]
Ray: How are
you doing?
Woman:
Fine.
Ray: We’d like
to ask you a couple of questions about your neighbor next
door.
Woman: I just
checked in.
Ray: Okay,
have you noticed anything strange about him?
Woman: I’ve
never seen him.
Ray: Any odd
smells coming from his room?
[she sniffs...and
sniffs...smoke is billowing out from under the door...she
looks around]
Woman:
Fire!! Fire!!
[runs off]
Ray: Really?
Where? Okay, whoever’s in this room is in imminent
danger!
[they kick the door in; Vecchio steps into the can, trying to put out the fire]
Ray
: Ooh, ahh, hot, hot!
Fraser: So
according to the law we can look around now?
Ray: Yeah,
just find something to stop this thing from
burning!
Fraser
: I understand.
Ray: No, no,
no, I mean it!! Ahh, hot,
hot!
[runs to shower, & dumps burning contents, turns the
water on]
Fraser: Ray.
[shows Vecchio an
empty knife holster]
Ray: Where’s
the knife?
Fraser: It’s
not here.
[Vecchio sifts through burnt debris; picks up an empty
cigarette
box]
Ray:
Canadian... Oh my
God.
[Fraser dials phone; Vecchio’s address is on the cigarette
pack]
Victoria:
Hello?
Fraser: Get
out of the house!
Victoria:
Wh-wh-what’s going on?
Fraser: He’s
got your address. Get out of the house and go someplace
public. The zoo-- where I took you. I’ll meet you
there.
Victoria:
Okay.
[she grabs her coat & runs out of the house, leaving the door wide open]
[Music: ‘Victoria’s Secret’ (original) – extended, lasting throughout the rest of episode]
[motel
lobby]
Manager: Maybe
15 minutes ago.
[Vecchio &
Fraser exit as fire crew arrive]
[the zoo]
Victoria:
[to cabbie]
Keep the
change.
[Jolly has followed her; hides the missing knife in his jacket]
[polar bear exhibit; Victoria sees shadows
approaching...but it’s woman with her two children...and
the little girl runs
off]
Mother:
Jenny!
[mother chases after, leaving Victoria alone... with
Jolly]
Jolly: I
thought you wanted to see me.
[grabs
her] Don’t
tell me I thought wrong.
[Fraser & Vecchio arrive at the front gate]
Jolly
: Just tell me where the money is, lover.
Victoria: I
told you, I don’t know where the money is!
Jolly: Did I
mention I don’t believe you?
Victoria: You
never told me where you hid it .
Jolly: Ed
knew.
Victoria: Ed’s
dead.
Jolly: I’m
thinking he told you. I’m thinking maybe you told someone
else? Someone
who could pick it up for you if things went bad. And
somehow things went very bad, didn’t they?
[Victoria stabs him
with a penknife and runs away; Jolly stumbles
after]
[Vecchio and Fraser
arrive at the exhibit too late]
Fraser: How
long would it take to get from your house to here?
Ray: Not this
long. Maybe she went to the wrong place.
[Fraser spots
blood]
Ray: I’ll take
from here to the lagoon.
[they run off in opposite directions]
[the chase is on...cat & mouse, hide & seek
throughout the
park...]
[Vecchio accosts a woman]
Ray : Oh, I’m sorry I thought you were somebody else.
[Jolly chases Victoria through a sculpted structure;
Fraser climbs up a similar structure, and scans the
area...spots Jolly chasing her into the waterfall area;
Fraser jumps
down]
[Victoria trips on the wet cement, and Jolly grabs
her]
Jolly: You know
what, love? Money isn’t everything.. I can always make
more, right?
[he reveals the knife]
Victoria: Oh,
God. Oh, God!
Jolly: I’ll
settle for peace of mind.
[Fraser swings
through waterfall from above, knocking Jolly
away]
Fraser:
Run!
[she
does]
[Jolly attacks with the knife, but Fraser disarms
him]
Jolly: I should
have known it was you.
[he pushes Fraser over, but he grabs the edge & begins to pull himself up]
Jolly : You think you know her? You don’t!
[Jolly slices Fraser’s hand, causing him to slide down
into the water
below]
[zoo parking lot;
Jolly gets into his car, where Victoria is
waiting]
Jolly: Come to
your senses, have you?
Victoria : A long time ago.
[she shoots Jolly at point blank range, calmly exits the car, and walks away]
[zoo, parking lot; crime scene]
Ray: Ah,
they’re still looking for a weapon and a witness.
Fraser:
Anybody see anything?
[Vecchio shakes his
head]
Ray: Come on.
After Victoria left you, did you see where she went?
Fraser:
No.
Ray: She’ll
probably try to contact you.
Fraser: If she
thinks Jolly’s still after
her. I don’t
know.
[Jolly’s car]
Esther
Pearson
: Don’t even
ask. You’ll
see it tomorrow.
Fraser:
Anything you can tell us will be a great help. It’s very
important.
Ray: And
personal.
Pearson:
There’s a small stab wound to the abdomen. And a single
gunshot to the head. Single entry point, single exit.
Close range, two feet at the most.
Fraser: He
walked right up to him.
Ray: Ah, he
didn’t walk anywhere. Exit wound on the left?
Pearson : Uh-huh.
Ray
: Who ever did this was sitting right
there.
Officer: Got a
bullet!
[Riv; outside
Fraser’s place]
Ray: She’ll
show up.
Fraser:
Thanks, Ray.
[Vecchio drives
away]
[Fraser’s apartment]
Fraser: We have
to get you an
attorney.
They’re going to charge you for this ‘til we find out who
did it.
Victoria: What
is wrong with you? I did
it! I shot the
son of a
bitch! He was
trying to kill
me! If he
didn’t do it today, he would have done it tomorrow.
Fraser: All
right, then-then we’ll plead self-defense.
Victoria: How?
He was sitting there, I picked up the gun, and I shot
him.
Fraser: You
had a very real fear for your
life. That’s
grounds for self-defense. Now I’ll go in, I’ll talk to the
State’s Attorney, we’ll pre-arrange bail...
Victoria:
[laughs]
For
murder? With
my record?
Fraser: They
haven’t laid any charges
yet. If you go
in now, you make a statement, I think you stand a chance.
I know a very good
attorney. We
will--
Victoria: Oh.
I had a really good attorney last time, I still wound up
with 10 years.
Fraser: That
was different.
Victoria: Was
it?
Fraser : Yes.
Victoria
: Have you ever been in prison? Do you have any idea what
it’s like to watch your whole life go by? To watch
everything you want go away, and know that you can never
get it back?
Fraser: You
can’t run away from this.
Victoria: Why
not?
Fraser: Look,
I promise you, I will do everything, I mean *everything*
in my power to help you.
Victoria: You
won’t go away?
Fraser: Never.
I won’t let you down.
Victoria: Not
this time. Okay. Okay.
[27th
precinct; Welsh’s office]
Assistant State’s
Attorney Louise St. Laurent: Have you even spoken to
your client?
Fraser:
Actually, I approached Ms. Boswell on her
instructions.
St. Laurent:
And she’s willing to make a full confession?
Ms. Boswell:
Against my advice, yes.
St. Laurent:
Deal’s open until midnight.
[Vecchio’s
desk]
Fraser:
[into phone]
Thank you, Mr. Mustafi.
[hangs
up] He
knocked on the door. She’s not there.
Ray: Ah..
She’s probably on her way.
Fraser:
Yeah.
Ray: You told
her you’d call?
Fraser:
Yeah.
Ray: Yeah.
Maybe she got anxious. She’ll be here any minute.
Officer
: We finally got a match on the second set of prints in
your apartment.
Ray: Yeah, who,
the corpse?
Officer: No,
the prints were yours, Detective. Yours and Constable
Fraser’s.
Fraser: No one
else’s?
Officer:
Sorry.
[Vecchio
sighs]
Fraser: You
want anything from the canteen?
Ray: No,
thanks.
[break room]
Robert Fraser:
Hi, son. [motions
him over; he remains]
Fraser: Where’d
you find the new Stetson?
Robert Fraser:
She’s not coming, son.
Fraser: You
don’t know her.
Robert Fraser:
Neither do you.
Fraser: I’m in
love with her.
Robert Fraser:
Doesn’t mean you know her.
Fraser: Did
you know Mum? I mean, did you know who she really was? Or
did you know what you wanted her to be?
Robert Fraser:
I knew who she was in her soul. That’s what I loved.
Fraser: Come
on, Dad. You
weren’t around long enough to call her by name. You know,
I’ve got almost no memory of the two of you
together.
Robert Fraser:
You were only six when she died, for God’s
sake! And
don’t tell me I didn’t love your mother. I still do. I
wrote her every damned day of my life!
Fraser: I
know. I’ve
read your journals. You write beautifully.
Robert Fraser:
No professional training, but...
[shrugs]
Fraser:
[angrily]
Do you want to know something? You never
saw her! You
never saw who-who she was. You never saw her when she was
angry, you never saw her when she was
frightened.
You never saw her when she was brave or when she was
petty. You never saw her!
Robert Fraser:
She was a good woman. She deserved better.
Fraser: No, she
didn’t. She deserved you, and I’m not going to make the
same mistake. Victoria is in
trouble. Now,
she scares the hell out of me. I don’t even know if I can
help her. But
I know I need to be here. And I know who she is.
[goes to
exit]
Robert Fraser:
Is it snowing out, son?
Fraser:
What?
Robert Fraser:
Is it snowing out?
Fraser:
No.
Robert Fraser:
No, I don’t suppose it would be. It’s almost summer. I
don’t know why I brought this coat.
[stairwell]
Elaine: There
you are. I just got off the phone with your consulate.
They said a Sergeant Meers has
been trying to get a hold of
you? He’s
called a dozen times.
Fraser: Thank
you.
Elaine:
Where’s the 403 area code?
Fraser: The
Yukon.
[bullpen]
[Fraser calls from Huey’s desk; line is
busy]
Ray:
[into
phone]
Yeah, thanks.
[phone
rings]
Fraser
: Detective Huey’s desk.
Ray:
[calling from his
own desk]
I just got off the phone with ballistics. The bullet that
killed Jolly came from a .38. They matched it to another
slug. Whoever shot him also shot Diefenbaker.
[Fraser’s apartment;
Fraser unlocks his trunk, to find his pistol missing from
its case]
Ray: Don’t you
keep this trunk locked?
Fraser:
Yes.
[several bullets are also missing]
[cell phone
rings]
Ray:
Vecchio...Uh, yeah...Yeah, I understand. I’ll be right
in.
Fraser: Did
they find her?
Ray:
[sigh, shakes his
head]
Internal Affairs wants to speak with
me.
[train station; Victoria puts cases in lockers, one case
in each, and takes the
keys]
[27th
precinct; interview room 1]
Internal Affairs
Officer 1: Vecchio, you want a cup of coffee?
Ray: No, I’m
good, thanks.
IA Officer 1:
So, you and Fraser, you’re pretty close, huh? Best
buddies?
Ray: Best
buddies? Oh, yeah, we like to play stick ball together
after work. What the hell is this all about?
IA Officer 1:
Did he ever tell you why he came to Chicago?
Ray: Yeah, he
came for the pizza. Now is this about him, or is it about
me?
IA Officer 1:
Ah well, actually-–
[Welsh
enters]
Welsh: How are
you doing, Detective?
Ray: What the
hell is this all about, Lieutenant?
Welsh: Sorry,
it’s out of my jurisdiction..
IA Officer 1:
Yes it is, Lieu. So if you’ll excuse us...
Welsh: Sure.
But Malner gets to stay.
IA officer 1:
Oh, and why is that exactly?
Malner: David
Malner, Police Protective
League.
IA Officer 2:
Did you call an attorney, Detective Vecchio?
Welsh:
Yes.
Ray: Did
I?
Welsh:
Yes.
Ray: Do I need
one?
Welsh: Yes.
[exits]
[Vecchio’s
desk]
Fraser:
[on
phone] I’m
not following you.
Meers: We found it in a metal box buried under
the floorboards in your father’s cabin.
Fraser: How
much?
Meers: Ten thousand dollars. We did a routine
check on the serial numbers. The bills are from a robbery
in Alaska a few years back. It was one of your
cases.
Fraser: I
remember.
Welsh:
Constable. I hate to have to do this, but we’re going to
have to ask you some questions in an official
capacity.
Fraser: I
understand, sir.
Meers: Ben, you realize, of course, I’m going
to have to share this information.
Fraser: Yes,
sir. [hands phone to
Welsh]
Staff Sergeant Meers,
RMCP.
[interview room
1]
Ray: What kind
of money?
IA Officer 1:
This kind. [places
bills neatly on the
table]
Notice the serial
numbers.
[interview room 2]
St. Laurent:
The money was never recovered from the robbery. Suddenly
it starts appearing a few days ago. Only in Chicago, not
Alaska.
Gardino: A
sharp teller noticed the mint condition pre-’85
twenties. He
checked the hot-list and called it in. He notified some
other banks in the area, and more started showing
up.
[interview room 1]
IA Officer 2:
Deposit records. Small retailers, mostly, in the same
neighborhood.
[interview room
2]
St. Laurent:
You live at 221 West Racine?
Fraser:
Yes.
St. Laurent:
Rent a movie from Video
Duo?
[interview room 1]
Ray: I don’t
know those places.
IA Officer 1:
You know Ricky’s Cleaners? It’s a block from your place.
Sheryl there told us you gave her
this.
[interview room 2]
St. Laurent:
You usually pay for everything in
cash?
[interview room 1]
Ray: She must
have slipped him the money without his knowledge!
IA Officer 2:
Oh yeah.
Beautiful women are always slipping me
money.
[interview room 2]
Fraser:
Victoria Metcalf.
St. Laurent:
So you were alone together for a week after the robbery.
What did you talk
about?
[interview room
1]
IA Officer:
Let’s say he knows where half a million dollars is
stashed, and let’s say he knows the bad guys are going
away for a long time.
Ray: You don’t
know this
guy!
[interview room 2]
St. Laurent: Do
you own a handgun, Constable
Fraser?
[interview room 1]
IA Officer 2:
This guy comes back for his money, I’m not going to be
left with a lot of
choices!
[interview room 2]
Fraser: It’s a
standard RMCP issue.
St. Laurent:
That would make it a
.38?
[interview room 1]
IA Officer 1:
Did he report it stolen?
[interview room
2]
Gardino: He
said there was nothing missing.
[interview room
1]
Ray: He didn’t
shoot the guy!
IA Officer 1:
You saw the
shooting?
[interview room
2]
Fraser: She ran
because she was frightened!
St. Laurent:
This is the same woman who spent 3 days in your apartment
without leaving a
print?
[interview room 1]
IA Officer 1:
Has anyone else seen this woman?
Ray: There
were a lot of people.
IA Officer 1:
Can you name one?
Ray: Yeah.
Me.
IA Officer 2:
Do you mind if I look in your wallet?
[interview room
2]
St. Laurent: Is
this her?
Fraser:
Yes
Gardino: She’s
dead, Fraser.
[interview room 1]
IA Officer
1
: Two months ago. Automobile accident.
[line-up; guy, guy,
Gardino, Fraser...]
Gardino: I’m
sorry about this.
Fraser: It’s
all right.
Soap vendor:
Number 4.
Welsh: Take
your time.
Soap vendor:
Hey, the guy gave me a twenty for a piece of soap.
Welsh: Thank
you.
[into the corridor, where several witnesses wait]
Welsh
: Mr. Dooley. [man
gets up and they go into viewing room] Take a careful
look at these men. If you have any doubts
whatsoever--
Dooley: Number
4.
[Vecchio’s
desk]
Ray:
[sighs]
So this is what it comes down to. We’re
hanging by a thread, and Huey and Louie hold the
scissors.
[Welsh’s
office]
Welsh: This is
nonsense. Two
witnesses saw the woman at the zoo.
St. Laurent:
There is no woman. She’s dead. Everybody involved in the
robbery ends up dead, and Fraser ends up with the
cash!
IA Officer 1:
Which he shares with his good friend, Ray.
Gardino: Sir,
I know that Vecchio’s a real weasel and all, but he’s a
straight-up cop.
IA Officer 1:
You don’t seriously believe that, do you?
Gardino: Oh
yeah. Serious weasel.
St. Laurent:
We have ten thousand dollars in Fraser’s cabin, a motive,
an opportunity and a .38 that’s conveniently missing. I
want an arrest.
Welsh: And I
want a murder weapon.
St. Laurent:
Lieutenant, you’re allowing your personal feelings to
interfere with--
Welsh: Your
damn right I am!
St. Laurent:
Suspend Vecchio and maybe he’ll roll on him.
Welsh: For a
couple of twenties?
IA Officer 2:
We have possession, and possible conspiracy to commit
murder.
[all talk at once]
Welsh : This is not going to stand up in court, and you know it!
IA Officer
1
: Harding. This is not your call. Suspend him. That’s
it.
[Vecchio’s
desk]
Ray: And I
thought this woman was gonna come between us.
Fraser: Things
aren’t what they seem, Ray.
Ray: She set
you up,
Fraser. She
slipped you bad money and then scrubbed her prints from
your apartment and she stole your gun. Dief must have been
trying to stop her.
Elaine: I
talked to the police in Alaska, concerning the death of
Victoria Metcalf. It was a car accident. Sounds like it
was pretty gruesome. Went off a
cliff. Third
degree burns over 90% of the body.
Ray: I’m
guessing they didn’t use dental records for identification
purposes?
Elaine: No
need. They had
a positive ID by the sister. The body was cremated.
Fraser: Thank
you.
Ray: She
identified her own body. That’s pretty gutsy.
Welsh:
Vecchio. Get in here.
[Welsh’s
office]
Ray: Constable
Fraser under arrest, sir?
Welsh: No, but
tell him not to leave town.
Ray: Thanks
for sticking up for him, sir.
Welsh:
Detective Vecchio, I have to ask you for your
shield.
Ray:
Sir?
Welsh: You’re
on suspension, effective immediately.
[Vecchio takes off his badge & puts it on the
desk]
Ray: Anything
else, sir?
Welsh: I’m
sorry.
[Vecchio exits & goes to his desk]
Ray : [to Fraser] Let’s go.
[they get their coats &
leave]
[bullpen]
Huey: Weren’t
you supposed to ask for his weapon as well?
Welsh: Was
I? Detective
Huey get the picture of this deceased Metcalf woman and
bring it out to all the shops where the money was
passed.
Huey: Yes,
sir.
Welsh:
Detective Gardino? Get the crime scene squad over to
Vecchio’s, dust it from top to
bottom. If she
was there, I want prints, hair, nail clippings,
anything. You
guys search the parking lot in the zoo for the murder
weapon?
Gardino: Every
inch.
Welsh: Good.
I’ll do it again.
[Music: ‘Fumbling Toward Ecstasy’ by Sarah McLachlan]
[hotel
lobby]
Receptionist:
No one of that name.
Ray: Take
another look.
Receptionist:
Sorry.
Fraser: I
dropped her off at the
lobby. She
must’ve been waiting in the cab when I came back.
Ray: This
woman really has it bad for you, doesn’t
she?
[video store; Huey shows Victoria’s mug shot to clerk; he
shakes his
head]
Huey: Thank
you.
[diner; Fraser looks in the window & tries the door –
locked. Sign in window: “Closed Due To Death In The
Family”]
[Vecchio’s house; CSIs look for evidence; CSI hands Gardino a card with lifted prints]
[phone company; Vecchio gets into Riv with
Fraser]
Ray: Phone
calls from my house. Look at yesterday at 3
o’clock.
555-7333. She called Jolly 20 minutes before we got there.
She didn’t leave anything to
chance.
[confessional
booth]
Diamond Thief:
You some kind of religious freak?
Victoria:
[in
disguise]
Do you have the diamonds?
Thief: 128
Water Street. You come all by your lonesome.
Victoria: I’m
not coming at
all. My
partner’ll handle the
exchange.
Thief: Smart
move. Let your partner know, if anything goes wrong,
there’s no place to hide if we want to find him.
[zoo, polar bear
exhibit; Welsh is watching the bears, then spots
something]
[zookeeper pulls a gun out of the pool (with no help from
the bear)]
[animal hospital;
Fraser waits with Dief]
Welsh: How’s he
doing?
Fraser: Much
better, thank you. You found the gun..
Welsh:
Constable, I’m about to ask you if this is your
weapon. Before
you answer, would you like to have a lawyer present?
Fraser: No,
sir. That is my weapon.
Welsh: I’m
sorry. Detective, would you read Constable Fraser his
rights? Handcuff him and take him downtown.
Huey: Are the
cuffs really necessary, sir?
Welsh: He’s
being charged with first degree murder. Please handcuff
him.
Huey: I’m
sorry, Fraser.
[cuffs
him]
[Robert Fraser is watching from the
corner]
Fraser: It’s
your duty.
[jail; visiting
room through glass]
Ray: I put
together your
bail. You
should be out within the hour.
Fraser: You
can’t do that,
Ray. It’s too
much.
Ray: The judge
might consider you a flight risk, but I don’t.
Fraser: But
you don’t have that kind of money. You’d have to mortgage
your house.
Ray: Are you
going to skip on me?
Fraser:
No.
Ray: Then
there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll meet you out
front.
[Vecchio gets up,
rounds the corner, and his dad appears]
Mr. Vecchio:
You’ll never see that money again.
Ray: Pop, I’m
warning you. Stay out of this.
Mr. Vecchio: I
leave you my house. This is what you do with it?
Ray: Don’t you
have things to do in hell or wherever you are?
Mr. Vecchio:
Purgatory. For
my sins I’ve got to watch you make stupid mistakes. And
who gave you permission to use my pool table?
Ray: Give it a
rest, Pop.
[continues walking down the corridor, past Asst. State’s Attorney (but losing his dad)]
St.
Laurent
: Have you considered the offer, Detective?
Ray: There’s
no need. Answer’s the same.
St. Laurent:
Your friend is going down, and you’re this close to going
down with him.
Ray: Let me
tell you something. You can go to hell. And if you need
directions, you can get ‘em from the guy who’s following
me.
[Riv; outside
Fraser’s place]
Ray: You sure
you don’t want to get something to eat?
Fraser: No,
thanks anyway.
Ray: We will
find her, you know.
Fraser: You
should take the deal.
Ray: I haven’t
been offered one.
Fraser: You
should take it anyway.
Ray: Hey
Benny. Not in your
lifetime.
[Fraser’s apartment; Fraser lights many candles and places
them around]
Robert Fraser:
What are you doing?
Fraser: Go
away.
Robert Fraser:
She’s not coming back to
you. And why
in God’s name would you want her to?
Fraser:
Because. [begins to
cry]
Because I...because I need... Oh God.
Robert Fraser:
You’re not going to get it. Sometimes in life all you need
is that second chance, and it’s the one thing you’re not
going to have.
[knock
knock
knock; Fraser wipes his face
and runs to open the door, hopeful]
Mr.
Mustafi: You done with my
power drill yet?
Fraser: No,
I’m sorry. I haven’t had a chance--
Mr.
Mustafi:
Th-th-that’s okay. There’s a
woman on my telephone for you.
[he runs to the
phone]
Victoria:
[voice]
You go through the store to the back
room. If you
don’t come alone, I won’t be there. And
Ben? Bring
some quarters.
[hangs
up]
[porn shop; Fraser goes to the back room, feeds a quarter
into the slot...the window lifts revealing
Victoria]
Victoria:
Hi.
[long
pause]
Fraser: You
must really hate me for what I did.
Victoria:
Yeah. Hate. Love. Those two emotions about cover it.
Fraser: The
girl in the car wreck was your sister.
Victoria: She
borrowed my car. The police just assumed it was me. I had
an opportunity, I took it. Fooled everybody.
Fraser: Except
Jolly.
Victoria:
Except Jolly. There were only two ways to end that
relationship. One of them was with me dead.
Fraser: What
do you want, Victoria?
Victoria:
You.
Fraser: No,
you don’t.
Victoria: Why
do you think I did all of this?
Fraser:
Revenge.
Victoria:
Maybe. But I need you. I want you to go away with
me.
Fraser: You
know I can’t do that--
Victoria: Why
not? You don’t have much to stick around here for. And you
won’t like prison.
Fraser: I’m
sorry.
Victoria: I’m
sorry too. Because I need you to make an
exchange. If
you don’t, there’s a key. This key fits a locker, and this
locker has 25,000 dollars in sequentially numbered bills.
The key is at your friend Ray’s house. You have one hour
to decide and then I call Internal Affairs and tell them
where to find it.
[the door between
them slides shut; Fraser runs through the back room
tunnel, kicks in the door of her room, but Victoria has
disappeared]
[Vecchio’s house; Fraser kicks in the front
door]
Fraser:
Ray?!
[he ransacks the house; he picks up and dismisses a snow
globe, which contains the key; the phone
rings...]
Victoria: You
know you never should have introduced me to your
friends.
Fraser: I’ll
do it.
Victoria: I do
love you, you know.
Fraser: Where
do I go?
Victoria:
There’s a car parked in the alley behind the strip club.
The money’s in the trunk. 128 Water Street. And Ben? If
you don’t come back with the diamonds, I’ll make the call.
[she hangs up the
receiver, and dials
again]
Internal Affairs, please.
[animal hospital;
Fraser leaves a note on Dief’s
cage marked ‘Ray’]
[alley; Fraser opens trunk of car, to find a plastic bag
full of cash; drives to the end of alley, where a lady
knocks on the
window]
Lady: A man
just stole my
purse! Can you
help me, please?
Fraser: No,
ma’am, I’m afraid I can’t.
[drives
away]
[abandoned house;
diamonds are dumped onto a velvet display board; serial
numbers on cash are being cross-checked on a
list]
Thief: You
think I’m a fool?
Fraser: No, I
think you’re a criminal.
Thief: You
think we wouldn’t check the serial numbers? You could’ve
come to me, told me your problem. I could’ve given you
some value for what you have. Maybe twenty cents on the
dollar, but you got greedy. I warned your partner. She
didn’t seem to place too high a value on your life, does
she?
Fraser:
Apparently not.
[ties bag of
diamonds & holds it]
Thief: Keep one
diamond. Give
the rest back to me.
Fraser: No,
I’m afraid I have to take them all.
Thief: You
know what? I changed my
mind. You
can’t keep any.
[thief reaches for
his gun, but Fraser overturns the table & makes a run
for it as the thieves shoot after him]
[Music: ‘Victoria’s Secret’ (original score)]
[Fraser leaps from the second floor into the alley, and a
car stops short of hitting him; Fraser gets
inside]
Victoria: Show
me. [the rear window
gets shot out]
Show
me!
[he dumps diamonds into his
hand] Very
nice. Now don’t drop ‘em.
[IA officers arrive at Vecchio’s house & go inside]
[car]
Fraser: They’re
gonna to come after us.
Victoria: Not
me, sweetie. [he
sees 2 airline
tickets]
Put ‘em in here.
Fraser: You
made the call, didn’t you?
Victoria: No
loose ends.
Fraser: What
about me?
Victoria:
You’re going with me. Right?
Fraser:
No.
[Victoria points a gun]
[Vecchio’s ransacked
house]
IA Officer 1:
Jackpot! [finds the
broken snowglobe]
IA Officer 2 : No key.
IA Officer 1 : Damn.
[car; Victoria
pulls into an alley, holding her gun on Fraser]
Victoria: Put
‘em in the bag.
[Fraser palms the locker key, and puts the diamonds into
her
bag]
Fraser: Is that
Ray’s back-up gun?
Victoria: No
loose ends. Open the door.
[he does, but turns to face her directly; she cocks her gun, hesitates, then pulls him towards her for a deep kiss]
Victoria : [whispers] Get out of the car.
[she kicks him out of the car and drives off; he runs
after
her]
[train
station]
Announcer:
Train for New York, now departing. Train for New York, now
departing.
[Victoria puts the
key into locker, but it won’t fit; a guy
approaches]
Guy: Hi. Is
there a problem?
Victoria:
No.
[outside the station; Vecchio arrives in Riv, Fraser
arrives at the same time on foot]
Ray: The
back-up’s
coming. She
better be here.
Fraser: She’s
here.
[lockers; #3343 doesn’t open]
Guy: Here’s
your problem. You got the wrong locker
Victoria:
What?
Guy: Easy to
get confused.
[Victoria finds the
other key in her bag.]
Guy: Here’s
your bag, honey.
Victoria: It’s
not my bag.
Guy: Sure it
is. It’s your key.
Victoria: It’s
not my
bag!
Guy: It’s your
bag because--
Victoria: It’s
not my bag!
[she points the gun at him, and he drops the bag, spilling cash everywhere]
[Fraser & Vecchio arrive; she shoots at them, and runs
off]
[passersby start
picking up the stacks of cash]
Ray: Put it
down, put it down, put it down!
Fraser: You
wait for them. I’ll go after her.
[Victoria runs onto & down the platform]
[lobby; Vecchio is kneeling, putting the cash back into the suitcase; crowd gathers, amazed at all that money]
Ray
: Get outta
here!
[platform; Victoria almost makes it onto the train, but
Fraser grabs her; she drops her bag, spilling the diamonds
all over; she points her gun at him]
Victoria
: Pick ‘em up.
Fraser: I
can’t do that.
[train begins to
move]
Victoria: You
son of a bitch, you set me up! I should have shot
you!
Fraser: And I
should have let you go.
Victoria:
Well, you’re going to this time.
Fraser:
Sorry.
[lobby]
Ray:
[to officer]
Make sure you tag these.
[to just-arriving
back-up]
She’s armed.
[Vecchio, Welsh,
Huey, and Gardino run down to the platform]
[platform]
[Fraser gently takes the gun from Victoria]
Victoria : Then shoot me, because I’m getting on this train. No? Okay. [she gets on] Then come with me. Come with me! You’re gonna regret it if you don’t. Fraser!!
[he considers, as the detectives arrive up the stairs]
Victoria
: Come with me!
[Fraser runs after
her...Vecchio runs parallel to him...he reaches for
her...she reaches for him...Vecchio aims, and sees a gun
in her hand]
Ray: She’s got
a gun!
[Fraser reaches
her...she pulls him onto the train...Vecchio
shoots...]
[the music stops]
[Fraser falls from the train as music resumes...Vecchio
and others rush to his side... the train keeps going...
Fraser sees his father above him]
Fraser: I
should be with her.
Welsh: What
did he say?
Ray: He said
get me to a hospital.
Fraser:
[it is generally
believed he begins to recite a poem called ‘The
Windhover’]
Ray: I can’t
understand you.
Welsh: He’s
reciting a poem.
[snow begins to fall on
them]
End
The Windhover: To Christ Our Lord
I
caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom
of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his
riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and
striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling
wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl
and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, -- the achieve of, the mastery of the
thing!
Brute beauty and valour and
act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a
billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, o my
chevalier!
No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down
sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.
-
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1845-1889)
Composed in 1877,
Published in 1918