| All the Queen's Horses
Summary from official site, www.duesouth.com via Wayback Machine When Fraser and his boss, Inspector Meg Thatcher, accompany the R.C.M.P.'s famed equitation team, the Musical Ride, on a whirlwind tour of North America, the tour picks up some uninvited members; vicious terrorists bent on destroying the train and everyone on board. This comedy spectacle guest stars Leslie Nielsen and is written by series star Paul Gross. Fraser is re-united with Sergeant BUCK FROBISHER (Leslie Nielsen) as Fraser and his boss, Meg Thatcher, accompany the R.C.M.P.'s Musical Ride on its North American tour. A film crew accompanies the tour, ostensibly to make a documentary of the thirty-two red-coated riders and their thirty-two black stallions. Unfortunately, the film crew is not a film crew, but a terrorist cell who take control of the train and gas the Mounties into unconsciousness, planning to ransom them for millions in Canadian cash. The only ones left awake and able to fend off the villains are Fraser, Thatcher and Frobisher, whose ingestion of "Moose hock rolled in wild boar tongue and covered in gorgonzola cheese" has left him with his own gaseous problems. As Thatcher and Fraser struggle to save their fellow Mounties, their suppressed desires for each other mount, resulting in a frantic kiss on the roof of the runaway train as it heads for ... well, a tunnel. The situation becomes even more dire when Fraser and Thatcher are captured by the terrorists and Frobisher is left to save the day alone. Well, almost alone. Fraser's ghostly father, Fraser Sr., takes this opportunity to re-acquaint himself with his old friend Buck Frobisher. As Fraser is forced to read the terrorists' demands for ransom money, Frobisher and Fraser Sr. set out to stop the train. Soon notified of the ransom demand, Ray and the FBI attempt to stage a rescue from the outside while Frobisher and Fraser Sr. try to learn the fine points of train engineering only to find out that the train has already been tampered with. The terrorists have no intention of stopping the train. They're planning to kill everyone on board. Finally, some quick footwork from Thatcher buys Fraser and her their freedom and, joining forces with Frobisher, they succeed in waking the Mounties and stopping the train. As the terrorists attempt to escape across the open fields, they find themselves facing the whole Musical Ride charging them, battle lances at the ready and a thirst for justice burning in their eyes. Story by Paul Gross & John Krizanc & Paul Quarrington
Regular Cast
Guest Stars
CAMERAMAN/RACINE - Kirsten Kieferle
SOUNDMAN/BRECHT - Anton Tykodi
SINGING MOUNTIE #1 - Patrick Burwell
Music
Unofficial Transcript All The Queen's Horses Caption : Southern Manitoba, Canada. Voice on the television : The musical ride performed by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. The show piece of their fantastic.... Bolt: That's amazing, I want some of that. Can you shoot me something like that? Go for it. America's going to love these guys. That is to be bold, beautiful, OK sweetheart, I want you to grab me some shots now BOOM BOOM BOOM I want faces, lots of faces. Thatcher: You don't think we need, say an on the spot interview? Bolt: You kidding? You mean one of those 70's lets talk about something we already know interviews? I don't think so. Americans want inspiration not chit chat. American's want heroes. Thatcher: What about that fella with the big ears? Bolt: Ross Perriot? Thatcher: I was talking Mickey Mouse. Bolt: Does Mickey have a red tunic, does he have a battle lance? I think not. Lets go now... Hunks on Horseback... Let's do it. Station Master: We have track clearance so as soon as they're loaded let me know. Robert: Nothing quite like it is there, Son Fraser: Oh hi Dad, I didn't know you were coming. Robert: I wouldn't have missed it for the world, it stirs the blood. Fraser: You don't have blood you're dead. Robert: I have the memory of blood. Something's beating in there. Would you look at my old stable mate? Fraser: Looks good doesn't he? Robert: Ah it's just that uniform. Fraser: Why don't you go and say hello? Robert: I wouldn't want to impose. Fraser: Well you're dead, it's not really an imposition. Robert: I don't know if I'd be able to. Fraser: You could give it a try. Robert: Well then, maybe I will. Fraser: Good luck. Buck: Did they issue you with one of these yet? Fraser: Not yet, Sir no. Buck: You're young. In a few years that steel blade that you took in your leg will start acting up, just like it did with me. [Buck breaks wind] Robert: Try spending a week on stakeout with him in dead horse gulf. Fraser: Do you mind? Buck: What's that? Fraser: Nothing Sir. Buck: Well shall we? Fraser: Yes Sir. Buck: The board introduced me to a real eye opener the other night. Night moose hock, rolled in wild boar tongue covered with gorgonzola cheese. Fraser: I'd like to try that some time. Buck: Don't be too hasty, it seems to follow you around for a while. Voice: ALL ABOARD. [The station hands are seen tied up in the guard house] Vecchio: Why are you calling me Benny? Fraser: You told me to Vecchio: No I didn't Fraser: Yes you did. In fact, your exact words were 'Let me know how it goes.' Vecchio: You see this is what is wrong with you, Benny, when someone asks you to let them know how it goes, they don't mean you should call them and let them know how it goes as it's going. What they mean is you should let them know how it goes after it is all said and done. Do you understand? Fraser: Not entirely no. How's Diefenbaker? Vecchio: He's fine Benny. Gotta go....[hangs up] OK Gentlemen, here we go. We have a 2 3 possible straight 2 3 7 no help there.... Thatcher [Lecturing Men]: We will avoid specifics. We will speak only when we are spoken to. We will keep our responses short and to the point. We will maintain our posture at all times, and above all we will act naturally. Why are they staring at me? Fraser: I suspect they're terrified, Ma'am. Thatcher: The whole point of this exercise is to bring new dinemers into our image: Look at them they're stiffs. Make them do something, anything, They can break into song for all I care, they just can't sit there. Fraser: Into song Sir? Thatcher: Yes. Make them sing. Fraser: Understood... Excuse me, may I Thank you kindly. [Coughs] You're sure about this sir? Thatcher: Yes. Fraser(sings): Well I was born up north at Great Slave, 1898,
Everyone: We're going to Ride Forever,
[Fraser signals to Thatcher who follows him down the train, on the way he hands the guitar to another Mountie who carries on singing the second verse] Thatcher: Fraser, I was in the middle of something very important. Fraser: Yes, I apologies for interrupting but I believe something is amiss. Thatcher: Well, I suppose there is always room for improvement but on the whole I think we've got some promising voices. Fraser: No it's not with the singers, Sir, it's with the film crew. Thatcher: The film crew? Fraser: If that is indeed what they are.. [Cut to terrorists] Bolt: OK let's do it... [Mountie car] All Mounties sing: We're going to Ride Forever,
Buck [sings]: So I say to all you old men, don't let yourself get broke,
Thatcher: Well what do you propose we do? Fraser: Id like a moment to think about that.]Dives out of window.] Thatcher: Well that's very helpful. [In the bathroom, Fraser is under the train looking in through the toilet.] Fraser: Sergeant Frobisher, before you continue may I have a word with you? Buck: Friend or foe? Fraser: Friend I assure you. Buck: Where are you? Fraser: I'm right here, Sir. Buck: In the sink? Fraser: No Sir, to the rear. Buck: Great Scott, Benton? Fraser: I'm relieved to see your all right Sir. Buck: That's a matter of opinion. What are you doing in my toilet? Fraser: Well I've come to debrief you Sir. Buck: Is something wrong with the door? Fraser: We have a problem Sir. I believe the men have all been gassed. Buck: Oh my god. Fraser: Yes and further more, it's my belief that this train is no longer under our control. Buck: It's worse than I thought. Fraser: Yes Sir and I thought it prudent to inform you. Buck: Inform me? I've been living with it for a week. Fraser: I'm sorry Sir, but I can't see how this relates to the terrorists. Buck: Neither can I. Fraser: It is my belief that this train has been taken over by terrorists and that they have gassed the men into a stupor. Buck: Oh well that's a relief. Fraser: That's a relief? Buck: How many terrorists? Fraser: Undetermined Sir. Buck: Strategy Fraser: Unformed. I thought I should assess your status and then report back to our superior officer. In the mean time I suggest you continue with your current project. Buck: OK good luck son....Ahh Benton, my arm is stuck, my arm is stuck, in the hole... give me some help, Constable, that's an order. Robert: You sound like an old man Buck: I sound like a what? Robert: An old man. Buck: You say that I... Old man... I tell you that.... Robert: How are you Buck? [Fraser climbs back through the window] Fraser: It's just as I thought Sir... You've changed. Bolt: And she looks real good doncha think? I just love a woman in uniform and these particular uniforms are so darned arresting.. I just thought to myself why not? [Bathroom] Robert: What is it about this situation that you can't believe. That I'm dead? Frobisher: No. Absolutely not. I believe you're dead. But there is one thing bothers me. You seem to be who you seem to be but by the same token then you do not seem to be who you do not seem to be and that's a different story. There you are. Robert: You want proof? Frobisher: What? Robert: You want proof? Frobisher: Absolutely. Robert: Then all right. Let's have it. Frobisher: Very well. On April 23rd, 1957, sixty miles north of Destruction Bay, two young men stood on a rope bridge which spanned a canyon, and on the other side of that bridge a young woman was being held in the clutches of a deviant. They had two cartridges between them and one rifle. They knew it was an impossible shot, but each one knew that whoever made that shot would secure the love of that woman. The first man tried. He failed. And the second one tried and . . . uh . . . he won the whole shooting match. Robert: And we were very happy, Caroline and I. Frobisher: Yeah, I know that! I know that! I know that! But the question is that these two men, through their long years of friendship, often talked about that impossible shot and when they did, what did they call it? Robert: The shot you mean? Frobisher: Yeah, the shot. Robert: Ah. Well, uh, the shot they called it, uh. Frobisher: Time is up. Bob Fraser would have gave the answer in one second. Robert: Well, I'm dead. It effects the memory. Frobisher: Out! Out! Now! Robert: All right! It was called The Great Yukon, Douglas Fir, Double-Telescoping Bank Shot. Frobisher: My God! Bob Fraser! Does that always happen? Robert: It's not important. The important this is you're in a pickle my friend and it's a dill. You've got a train to stop. Frobisher: Right you are. Robert: How do you stop a train? Frobisher: You put on the breaks. [Ray's at a Poker game the phone rings and he picks it up] Vecchio: Look I'm holding the bullet in low Chicago in a 12 hundred dollar pot that keeps on growing, this better be good. Fraser: This is Constable Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and I am reading a prepared text. Vecchio: Am I some kind of god, am I some kind of bad luck god?... all right hold on... OK ready shoot. Bolt: Our demands are as follows. 10 million dollars to be delivered by Detective first grade Raymond Vecchio of the Chicago police department unaccompanied to the station siding number 33 on the Paliser line by 4 p.m. central standard time. Be ever vigilant America, for the enemy is already among us! Vecchio: I'm in. I'll see that 300 and raise you 100. [Train cab] Robert: Ah ha...umm Buck: What are you 'umming' about. Robert: Ah, nothing nothing. Buck: When you umm it always means something. Robert: Well do you know how to operate a train? Buck: I was counting on you. Robert: I haven't the foggiest Buck: Well it can't be that hard, must be some place they put the coal.... [Welsh's office] Vecchio: We have a situation... Ford: What have you got for me? Agent: Nothing.. yet... We're running Vecchio's tape for a voice match but that could take a while. Ford: Get Harrison. Stay! I want him on the line. And get me the divisional guy from the NTSP down here now. Sean, Tup, McTavish, inside. All right gentlemen, here's our situation. representatives from State and the NSE are meeting regarding the larger implications, now as we speak, two rapid response teams are flying in from Fort Brag::. Vecchio: What no B52 squadron? Ford: You have a problem with this, Detective? Vecchio: You know Ford, we all have our style, me, I get a head ache I don't take a chain saw to it I swallow a couple of aspirin. Welsh: Vecchio, this is their field protocol. Vecchio: Lieutenant there are people on that train, sure they're Canadian but they're still people and we don't know their situation. Ford: That's right detective we don't know therefore we assume the situation has gone sour until we receive confirmation one way or another. You know you.. Let's be clear about 1 thing, You are a conduit, you deliver the money. Nothing more, do we understand each other? Vecchio: I don't think that's possible. Agent: I'm confused... What is a musical ride? Some kind of theme park thing? Welsh: Oh no-no-no it's much more than that. 32 horses and riders moving as one, perfect harmony between man and beast. A kaleidoscope of manes and tails and battle lances chris-crossing in a collage of synchronous movement. tanks your breath away. Hey I was a child it haunted me. [Train] Bolt: And as I go I love to sing a Mountie on my back. Now in an effort to show you that my intentions are serious I was thinking that this is a gesture you might appreciate. [Bolt has tied Fraser and Thatcher up arms round each other] Now this amuses me you see, Superior officer, junior officer. Boss, worker. The empowered, the unempowered. And look they're even hugging, it's a beautiful thing don't you think? Fraser: What do you hope to gain from this? Bolt: You couldn't possibly imagine... Or maybe you could... You start by thinking chchchchchchch train now think Pshw Explosives.... now put them together ... chchchchch train... Pshw explosives hahaha If they move shoot them. [27th precinct] Agent: We have confirmation, a Mountie just turned up for lunch at a farmer's house. I'll get the money ready. Ford: Get Vecchio in here. [Train cab] Buck: Ah ha Robert: What have you got here? Buck: I've found it, I've found the brake. Robert: And what makes you think it's the brake? Buck: It's written right on it. Robert: Ah it could be a ruse. Buck: To what ends? Robert: Something criminal Buck: Are you insinuating that an entire design crew has deliberately mislabeled the key elements of a train. Robert: Well it's possible Buck: I'm talking to a lunatic. Robert: Now you see, this is what's wrong with you, Buck, you discount everything but the probable, it's why you couldn't make that shot way back when... Buck: Oh don't think you can twist the knife. That was spring time, I had my allergies, my eyes were cloudy. Robert: What ever helps you sleep. Buck: This is the brake Bob, and I'm going to bring this train to a halt. Robert: Wait! Buck: What? Robert: What are these. Buck: Wires.. Oh my god. They bypass the brakes, Better get hold of Benton, this train is a runaway Robert: This train is a runaway. [Fraser and Thatcher in the horse car]
Fraser: No Ma'am, as we passed through the riot car, I detected the after odor of the Quicksodamine root. It is found exclusively in the upper reaches of the Amazon basin. In its gaseous form it's known as Quicksodamanophil, it's a paralytic, it's harmless, but the men won't regain consciousness for approximately 26 minutes. Thatcher: And say no more... Excuse me. [Ray at train station] Vecchio: How're you doing, I'm with the police. Station master: You are and where are they? Vecchio: Well I'm it, I'm the police. Station Master: You are? And do you like it Son, does it pay well? Vecchio: Yeah it's fine, Do you have something called a mail pole? [Horse car] Thug: Robert De Niro? That's who I based my whole character on... You met him? Thatcher: Dated him. Thug: De Niro? Thatcher: He gave me a tattoo on my hip. [He bends down to look and Thatcher knees him before Fraser kicks him hard] Fraser: Very nice work Ma'am. Thatcher: Thank you. Fraser: May I? Thatcher May you what? [Whole hair pin bit] Fraser: Escada? Thatcher: I beg your pardon? Fraser: The fragrance you're wearing? Thatcher: No. Fraser: Cartier? Thatcher: No Fraser: Chanel? Thatcher: Please Fraser: I give up what is the perfume you're wearing? Thatcher: I'm not wearing anything Fraser, I hate perfume. Fraser: Ah [Fraser has got them untied.] [The Money is taken off the mail pole] Thug: It's all there. Bolt: Perfect, find the geezer and give him the heave-ho.
Buck: Allow me to debrief you the enemy has bypassed the brake valve. In a nutshell this train is a runaway. Fraser: Not only is it a runaway, Sir, I think it is packed with explosives. Buck: At the station back there, they took something off the mail pole. Thatcher: Ransom Fraser: Which leaves only one conclusion. the ransom was a cover, they have darker purposes to drive this bomb into the heart of Chicago. Thatcher: Do you have your gun? Buck: Left it at the border. Fraser: Likewise. Robert: Why don't you use my gun? Thatcher: If we survive this remind me to make some changes to official travel policy. Fraser: Stand clear. Buck: Well he's going to need some help. Thatcher: No I'll go it's my responsibility. [Fraser climbs on to roof with the thug and they fight] Fraser: I'm glad you could join me. [Thatcher climbs on to roof and goes to hit thug] Fraser: Ma'am I would really prefer if you would not... Oh dear [Fraser and Thug fall from train] [Back inside train] Thatcher: It was my fault Buck: No it wasn't Robert: Well in a way it was. Buck: Stay out of this. Thatcher: How can I stay out of it. I am the senior officer aboard this train, Fraser was on my immediate staff, he was my responsibility. Robert: Ah she has a point. Thatcher: He drove me crazy, that's no secret, but lately I had started to think, I mean I had started to feel Robert: Great Scott, you don't think Buck: Great Scott, you don't suppose that you're err.. Thatcher: I'm confused, Sergeant, my feelings are very confused. Buck: I see. Robert: I see what kind of counsel is that? Console her for god's sake. Buck: Inspector ummm there are times between men and women ... times between men and women when things grow... feelings... errr... well... enough said. Robert: Enough said? Thatcher: You're right Sergeant, we've got a train to stop, we have to push on. You handle the men I'll take the engine. Robert: She really takes death in her stride doesn't she.. Buck: You don't think Benton is really dead, do you? Robert: No my guess is he's executing a plan to bring this crisis to an end. [Ray and The Station Master] Vecchio: You got a way to track these trains, some kinda grid or computer or something? Station Master: Oh sure, they gave me a computer but it's a useless piece of junk. Nothing on it but fish, little fish swimming around Vecchio: Yeah they call that a screen saver Station Master: You some kind of expert? [Train we are with the terrorists] Bolt's girlfriend: I can't find Brex. Bolt: Forget about Brex. Bolt's girlfriend: I love you, you big lug. Bolt: I know, now let's go set some charges and head back to the caboose. Bolt's girlfriend: OK. Bolt: Uh.. let's do it. [Between two carriages, Fraser appears from nowhere] Fraser: Ma'am. Thatcher: Fraser! Fraser: Thank God you're all right. Thatcher: I thought you were... Fraser: Dead, no Ma'am. Thatcher: How did you? Fraser: That's not important, what is important... Thatcher: Not important, I grieved for you. Fraser: You did? Thatcher: Briefly. Fraser: Understood, Red suits you. I've had some time to think about it and it's my conclusion given the nature of our situation and the threat that we pose, If we fail to stop this train then the only logical course of action for the authorities would be to destroy it. Thatcher: And everyone on board. Fraser: Yes. Thatcher: But that's madness. Fraser: Put yourself in their position wouldn't you do the same? Thatcher: You think I could be that cold hearted? Fraser: Forgive me Ma'am but I would have thought you more than up to the challenge. Thatcher: Is that what you think of me? Fraser: I don't mean to upset you. Thatcher: I'm not upset, Fraser. Fraser: It's just that what I'm trying to say is... Thatcher: Let's go. [They climb onto the roof of the train] Thatcher: Actually Fraser, I am upset. What makes you think we're so different? You graduated first of your class, and so did I. You received medals for your field work, so did I. You wear red serge, I wear red serge, the only difference between us is your a woman and I'm not. Fraser: I think you have that backwards Ma'am. Thatcher: You know what I mean. Fraser: Yes I do Thatcher: I'm not made of stone. Fraser: I'm very much aware of that. Thatcher: Are you? Fraser: Yes Thatcher: You are? Fraser: I know you have a heart and I think it beats just the same as mine. Thatcher: You think it does? Fraser: Yes. Thatcher: What about right now? Fraser: It's racing. Thatcher: Out of control? Fraser: As a runaway. [They kiss and a passing bridge takes the top of Fraser's Stetson.] Buck: Err hum... errr, I'm not one to throw water on a decent fire but something is a foot. the enemy is gathering in the caboose. Thatcher and Fraser: We were just umm Buck: Strategy session, I understand. [The 27th District] Agent: They've gone off the grid. Ford: It's not a jet people, find it.. FIND IT. [Train Station with Ray and Station Master] Vecchio: Where the hell did it go? Station Master: I told you it was a useless piece of junk. [27th District] Agent: We've got it back! Everyone: All right. [Train Station with Ray and Station Master: looking at a map] Vecchio: Where does this end up? Station Master: At a nuclear plant. but your train won't make it there because there's another one coming this way carrying spent fuel rods. Vecchio: Why the hell would they divert, fuel rods.
Vecchio: So if their train meets our train and our trains wired... Oh
My God, you got a car?
Vecchio: Let's go. [27th District] Elaine: We got a voice match. Ford: Name Bolt, Randolf K. Born Oregon, 1953 Ex military demolition expert. Dishonorably discharged, 1987 following an explosion in an officer's mess in Barden. Went underground state side resurfaced in a white supremacy group called the Father's of Confederation. He's been linked to a series of recent bombings and train derailments. [Ray and Station Master in his 'car' reading the map] Vecchio: What's this? Station Master: Safety measure, emergency run off shoot. Vecchio: Can we get our train on to it? Station Master: Just got to got to the switch. [Train] Fraser: All right, follow me. Thatcher: No, Fraser: Ma'am? Thatcher: This is my detail, I'll go first, you follow me. Robert: Boy times are changing, on balance for the better, but in my day a woman wouldn't be allowed-- Fraser and Buck: Do you mind? Fraser: Do you mean that you can ... Great Scott. Robert: Fellows this is not the time to ponder on one of the death's mysteries. What happened to your hat? Fraser: Nothing Robert: Understood. Fraser: Ready Go... Bolt [has Thatcher at gun point]: Well howdy gentlemen. Look first of all I want you to know I have no quarrel with you personally, as a matter of fact I love that horsy thing you do you know, it kinda turns me on. But the American Government is an outlaw government because it has chosen to betray the sacred trust of its founding fathers and that betrayal can not be tolerated. So that so called government has to be punished you see. So I have decided to take this opportunity to demonstrate this little trick I've been working on with this radio frequency transmitter. This train is bound for glory: As this train is now the trigger mechanism for imminent nuclear meltdown. [The train car that Bolt and Thatcher are on is decoupled and Fraser tries to jump the gap, Buck pulls him back.] Buck: Priorities Son. Fraser: But Sir. Buck: Priorities. Robert: Would you have a word with him? Buck: He's your son. Robert: I know, but I'm dead and my advice has been getting a little stale lately.. good. Buck: Benton, your mother married a good man. Fraser: Yes she did. Buck: I suppose in a way your father and I were rivals but in the end we forged ahead we overcame no matter what. What I mean is there are times between men and women ... times between men and women when things grow... feelings... Fraser: She's my superior officer.. that's all. Buck: well...Enough said Robert: All done? Buck: Back to business. [27th district] Ford: All right, we've got a fail safe position at mile 31. The train enters the tunnel we can pull the rails and hit it with everything we've got. Welsh: Wait, wait wait. You're going to blow up the train? Ford: Would you rather blow up Chicago? [Ray jumps onto the train from a bridge with Dief in his arms] Vecchio: Go... ARRRRRRR Buck: Good timing we could use some extra men. Vecchio: Hey look we just jumped onto a speeding train you think someone could say hello. Fraser: Hello Ray, we're in a bit of a pickle. Vecchio: You're telling me and it's a dill. [Inside the train] Vecchio: This train is on a collision course with a load of radioactive Uranium. I'm talking major meltdown. [The other car where Bolt and Thatcher are. Thatcher is leaning on the intercom button so that the conversation is heard in the cab of the runaway train] Bolt: We are heading south. Bolt's girlfriend: What do you mean south, honey, I thought we were heading north. Bolt: Change of plan Thug: What do you mean change of plan? Bolt: Well first, we're heading south to an ATV and a helicopter and second, it turns out I'm kinda greedy so you wont be coming along. [BANG BANG --he shoots them)] Just you and me now Inspector Thatcher. [Back in the cab of the train] Vecchio: They got the dragon lady. Fraser: Let's get to work. Buck: All right priorities. One defuse the train, two stop the bomb. Fraser: Or we could defuse the bomb and then stop the train. Buck: Exactly. Have I overlooked something? Fraser: What if we can't do either? Vecchio: I've found us a safety net, there's an emergency run off shunt a couple of miles down line. Fraser: How do we pull the switch? Vecchio: We don't have to I got a man on it right now. He'll be at the switch before we get there. [Bolt and Thatcher run down a slope to where an ATV has been hidden] Bolt: Ahh Our chariot awaits. [Runaway train] Buck: We have a train at twelve noon. Fraser: Range? Robert: 6 point 3 kilometers Buck: 6 point 3 kilometers Vecchio: There's got to be something on this... Robert: 6 point 1 Buck: 6 point 1 kilometers. Vecchio: Something obvious Robert: 5 point 7 Buck: 5 point 7 kilometers. Fraser: Where's your man on the shunt? Vecchio: Don't worry he'll be there. Buck: No Son I don't think he will.. Give me that gun... Fraser: Sir Buck: You heard me the gun... Stand back. [Stood on the front of the train] Robert: The great Yukon, double Douglas fir, telescoping bank shot? Buck: Any bloody shot I can make... What end of this thing do you look through? Robert: I haven't a clue, how about this. Buck [Tearing of the telescopic sight finder] Technology.. forget it. [In the train cab] Vecchio: What are these numbers? Fraser: These indicate the hours, minutes and seconds which means this must indicate Vecchio: The speed of the train. Fraser: Right. So this will function as a monitor. If the train decelerates it will send a signal to the clap board which in turn will send a pulse to the explosives. Vecchio: So we have to trick it into thinking that it's still moving, right? [On the front of the train. Buck: It's an impossible angle. Robert: No angle is impossible. Buck: You were Bob Fraser, young Bob Fraser look at me. My eyes are fading, my knees won't hold me up and I've been passing wind for a week. Robert: Do you want me to tell you how I made that shot? Buck: No. [In the cab of the train] Vecchio: Give me the wire. [Out on the front of the train] Buck: Then of course if you feel you must ]Robert whispers in his ear] [In the cab of the train] Vecchio: Hurry up, start the fan. [Out on the front of the train: Buck closes his eyes and fires... and hits the switch] Robert: Good man [Back in the cab of the train] Vecchio: It's working hit the brakes. Robert [coming back into the cab]: If it was me son, I'd saddle a horse. Vecchio: Where are you going? Fraser: To saddle a horse. Buck [Coming back into cab] Where's he going? Vecchio: To saddle a horse. Robert: What about the men? Buck: Well if Benton is right they should be coming round right about now. Mountie's in their car [wake up and sing]: We're going to Ride Forever,
[In horse car] Buck: You didn't think you were going to take this ride by yourself did you? [The Mounties ride off the train on horse back] Buck: Charge! Bolt[With Thatcher on the ATV]: They always look so happy [Buck and Fraser throw their battle lances into the ATV's engine, and Thatcher leaps onto the horse behind Fraser] [Riding back to the train] Buck: Isn't that my old horse Sprocket? That was shot out from under me in the Drigon's Canyon? Robert: I thought you'd like to see him again. Buck: Oh well yes, very thoughtful... Robert: Did I congratulate you on that shot? Buck: Yes I hit the target! Robert: Well anyway it ranks right up there with the Great Yukon, Double Douglas fir Telescoping bank shot. Buck: Well you realize I knew you were always the one she loved. Robert: Oh now you're saying you missed intentionally. Buck: We were friends. Robert: No we weren't Buck: Yes we were Robert: Nononono. Buck: Don't tell me after 37 years together on the force..... [Thatcher and Fraser on a horse] Thatcher: You realize Fraser, that what happened between us can never repeat itself. Unless of course the exact same circumstances were to repeat themselves. Fraser: By exact same circumstances you would mean we would have to be aboard a train loaded with unconscious Mounties, that had been taken over by terrorists and were heading for nuclear catastrophe? Thatcher: Exactly Fraser: Understood. [Vecchio: and Dief stood on top of train] [Dief whines] Vecchio: I know big fella, but there are times between men and women when things grow... feelings... enough said.. [Fade to Black] End |