| I Coulda Been a Defendant
aka Brothers in Arms Summary from official site, www.duesouth.com via Wayback Machine By trying to thank a man who saved a boy's life, Fraser and Kowalski accidentally blow his cover as a protected Federal witness. In order to protect him, they must help the reluctant hero face some hard truths about his past. Fraser and Kowalski witness a man saving a boy from a speeding car. They try to thank him but find he's disappeared. A television reporter who was at the scene persuades Fraser to use his superior Mountie skills to track the man down. Anticipating an upbeat, feel-good story, the reporter and her crew accompany Fraser and Kowalski to the reluctant hero's apartment. But the hero isn't so happy to see them: he flees. Camera crew in tow, Fraser and Kowalski pursue the good Samaritan, but end up arresting him for gun possession. At the station they discover they've made a big mistake. The man is Bruce Spender, a protected federal witness who planned and executed an armoured robbery. He turned state's evidence on his accomplices, and the federal marshals faked his death. For Fraser and Kowalski it just gets worse. Bruce's older brother is Kevin Spencer, an ambitious Justice Department official. When Kevin shows up to take charge of the situation, it's obvious that he's always looked after his younger brother, who adores him. Once Bruce's arrest is broadcast, his cover is blown and his life is at risk from his former accomplices. Kevin plans to move Bruce out-of-state, but a gunman has other plans. Fraser and Kowalski rescue Bruce and hide him in a safe house. Fraser suspects that the situation may be more complicated than it first seemed. The gunman had inside information. It looks like Kevin is involved in the crime. Fraser wins Bruce's trust and encourages him to confront his brother. The confrontation leads to a shoot-out in which the criminals outnumber Fraser, Kowalski and Welsh. Just when it seems that they can't win, Elaine's entire Police Academy graduating class comes charging over the hill to their assistance. Written by Jeff King
Regular Cast
Guest Stars
REPORTER - Satori Shakoor
Unofficial Transcript: I Coulda Been A Defendant [Walking down street. Fraser doing good deeds] Ray: Fraser. . . Driver: Thank you. Ray: Come on. You got to do that for everyone? [Fraser spoils shot of news reporter is filming report] Fraser: Excuse me. [More good deeds] [Woman standing in line at ATM admonishes older son, drops her bank card; man – Bruce - picks it up and gives it to her] Ray [mutters]: Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. . . [shouts] Fraser! Come on! [Younger son starts to run across street] Mother: Billy! [Bruce pulls boy back just in time] Ray [to driver of car]: Chicago PD! Step out of the car. Step out! Fraser: Are you all right, son? Reporter: What happened? Mother: He saved my boy's life. Fraser: You, sir, are you all right? Bruce [notices he's stepped in gum]: Me? I- I- I'm okay. Ray: Anybody hurt? Fraser: No, Ray, everyone seems to be all right thanks to the quick thinking of, ah, Ray: Okay, where'd he go? Fraser: I have no idea. Reporter: Well we have to find him. Ray: Why? Reporter: Because the guy's a hero. Fraser: She has a point, Ray. Historically, communities created myths to act as a mirror to themselves, from Glooscap, great hunter of the Meegamaage, to George Steinbrenner, who I'm told is a symbol of a sensitive and caring New York. Reporter: Well, can you find him? [Fraser notices gum on sidewalk where Bruce was standing, picks it up, tastes it] Ray: Aww. . . Fraser: Possibly. Ray: Look, Fraser, I don't have time for this. The day's gettin' away from me. What are you doing? Fraser: Just one second, Ray. Ray: One sec. . . what? Fraser: He came from this direction. . . [stops at ATM, picks up something from sidewalk, tastes it, then the gum again] Ray: Haven't you tasted enough garbage for one day? Reporter: Ugh. . . Fraser: There might be something here to identify. . . Ah, yes. One of these will be his ATM receipt. Reporter: How do you know that? Fraser: Well, from the gum. You see, he deposited this [hold up first wad] over there. I think he must have picked it up here when he was taking his money out. Reporter: Yeah, but how do you know which slip is his? Fraser: Well, there were 3 transactions at the time of the incident. One of these will be his. And the bank will have his name and his address. Ray: Look, they're not going to give it to us, not without a warrant. Reporter: They'll give it to me. I've got a camera. [Bruce's apartment; knock] Ray: Police, Mr. Talbot. Would you open up a minute?. . . You're not in any trouble. We just want to thank you for saving the kid. . . Bruce: Just a minute. . . [uses fire escape] Ray: You all right in there? [Dief draws Fraser's attention to window] Fraser: Ray. . . [Chase; Fraser lands in convertible] Fraser: Ma'am. Woman: Don't tell me you're Capricorn. Fraser: Sorry, ma'am, no. Canadian. Woman: Oh, that's great. I'm Albanian. Fraser: That's nice. I wonder if you could do me a favor by flattening that accelerator and getting us to the end of the alley as quickly as possible. Woman: Anything you want, good looking. Fraser: Thank you kindly. [Bruce is hit by a car while running across street; lies stunned on sidewalk] Fraser: Are you all right, sir?. . . Are you all right? Ray: Just take it easy, take it easy [sees gun; pulls his own] Gun! Don't move! Spread 'em! Hands away from the body! Bruce: Don't. Don't. This is a mistake. Ray: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be. . . Fraser: Appointed to you. Ray: Appointed to you - for free. Hands away from the body! What are you, deaf? [Interrogation room] Bruce: This is a mistake. This is really a big mistake. This is just a mistake. Ray: Shut up. Bruce: But I didn't do anything. Ray: Oh, you didn't? Oh, well, then, we screwed up. You're free to go. Bruce: Really? Ray: Sit down! Bruce: But I didn't do anything. Ray: Oh, I'm sure you didn't. In fact, if you hump this job long enough, you discover very few criminals ever actually commit a crime. You know, just the other day I find this guy standing over a dead body, smokin' gun in his hand, marked bills in his pocket. Guess what? He didn't do it either! Bruce: What are you talking about? Ray: What you didn't do! Do you want to start with the gun or do you want to start with these? [pulls out stack of id's] Bruce: No, you don't understand. You really don't understand. Ray: No, I don't understand. So why don't you tell me why an honest guy like you is running around Chicago with more names than the phone book, carrying a loaded piece? Bruce: I have a permit for that gun. Ray: Under what name? Mr. Talbot. Mr. Hughes. Mr. Jackson. Dr. Walnut? Bruce: I can't be on television. Not on television. Ray: I repeat myself when under stress. I repeat myself when under stress. This is America, pal. Everybody wants to be on television. Bruce: But I can't be on television. Not on television. [Observation room; Dief whines] Fraser: I agree. [Interrogation room] Ray: I tell you what. I'm not going to waste any more of your valuable time. I'm going to take you right down to a nice little holding cell and you can spend the night there. We can do this all again tomorrow. . . [Fraser knocks on glass; Ray picks up phone] Ray: Fraser, can you not do that? It sort of gives it away. [Observation room] Fraser: Something's not right. Ray: Yeah, he's nuts. Fraser: No, he's frightened. Ray: Course, he's frightened. That's me. That's my thing. On the inside I'm a poet. Outside, ummm! Shake, bad guys, shake. Fraser: Hmm. . . Does he seem like a bad guy to you? Ray: He's polite. Big deal. I mean, Jack the Ripper was polite. Fraser: I'd like to talk to him. Ray: Torture. . . That's a good idea. I never thought of that. Fraser: That's - that's very funny, Ray. Ray: Polite cop, bad cop. . . It might work. . . [Welsh's office] Welsh [on phone]: Yes, sir, yes, sir. . . [covers mouthpiece]. . . Three bags full, sir. . . [resumes conversation]. . . Oh, yes, sir, we'll cooperate fully. . . Well, sir, I wasn't aware they were in the building. . . Yes, sir, I'll take care of it. [ends call]. . . Vecchio! Elaine: Lieutenant, there's some guy from Justice on the line for you. Welsh: Park him. . . Vecchio! [finds him at water fountain]. . . Don't move. Don't move. [Outer office] Desk sergeant: No, no, no, no! I told you. I cannot give you any information about this - Welsh [to reporters]: Sit! Desk sergeant: No way! Welsh: Go on, sit down. . . Stay. . . [returns to Ray]. . . My office! [Interrogation room] Fraser: That's an interesting pattern. Bruce: It's a rhomboid. Fraser: So it is. Bruce: I like to make different size sides and then try and figure out how many I can get into a fixed space, something determinate with few variables. I like to do that. I like your dog. He seems like a nice dog. Is he a nice dog? Fraser: He's half wolf, actually. Bruce: Ah. A wolf. A wolf. Howling wolf. Are they good friends, howling wolves? Fraser: Loyal companions. . . You know, that was a very admirable thing you did today. Very courageous. Bruce: Stupid. Very stupid. Fraser: You saved a boy's life. Would you change that? Bruce: No. No. I like kids. Kids are great. I like kids. I don't like TV, TV guys. I can't be on TV. I don't. . . That's a concern. Fraser: The police are concerned about your forged documents and the weapon. You don't want to talk about that? Bruce: No, I don't. I don't. I really don't. Fraser: You mind if I try? [Welsh's office] Welsh: Well let's see if I got this right. A guy saves a kid's life and to show our gratitude we go to his house, knock down his door, cuff him, drag him here, and grill the snot out of him. Ray: The guy had a gun. Welsh: Well, he had a gun. Here in Chicago a man had a gun. Oh, what is this world coming to? [knock] Elaine: That guy from Justice is on the line again. Welsh: I said, park him. . . Look, you arrested a good Samaritan in front of a camera crew. Now, when the media sees it, they get very excited. And when they get excited, Commander Murphy gets excited. When Murphy gets excited, I get piles. Now I want that guy and the media out of the building asap. Do we understand each other? Ray: We gotta ID him. Welsh: All right, if he's Jimmy Hoffa, keep him. Anybody else, set him free. [Interrogation room] Bruce: So it's not that complicated, you see. It's just a wave of possibilities that collapses to a probability, then you can say, I observe this. That which we call reality. Do you have a mother and a father? Fraser: No. They're both dead. Bruce: Like me. Dead. Both of them. Dead. Dead. Sister? Fraser: No. I was an only child. Although, you know, I had a best friend in the village where I grew up. Bruce: Best friend, huh? Was he like your brother? So he took care of you, looked after you, like he was your brother? Was he like your brother? Fraser: Yes, he was. Bruce: Name? Fraser: Innusiq. Bruce: Spell that. Spell that, please. Fraser: I-N-N-U-S -
Fraser: S-I-Q. I'll be right back. [Squad room] Ray: Why is Welsh giving me all this chin music about this guy? I don't get that. Elaine: Hi, guys. Are you coming tomorrow? Ray: Tomorrow, what? Fraser: Ray! Tomorrow Elaine graduates as a new police officer, and as veterans it is our responsibility to be there and offer her our support. Elaine: Oh, and here comes my new replacement now. Ray: I am going to pass a bullet through my brain.
Elaine: She was the best candidate for the job, Ray. Ray: She's going to be in the same office as me every day? In the same
office every day?
Elaine: Hmm. Very intimidated. Ray: I'm intimidated? Fraser: It would appear you're intimidated. Ray: This is just not going to work out. Francesca: It's already worked out. [walks away with Elaine] Okay, so alphabetical order just means the alphabet. . . Ray: I'm doomed. Fraser: I don't understand this, Ray. I thought you liked Francesca. Ray: Are you from another planet, Fraser? Fraser: Not that I'm aware of. Ray: Of course I like her. That's why I'm doomed. I got to work with her in the same office every day and pretend like she's my sister? Fraser: This makes no sense, Ray. All women are our sisters.
Kevin: Hi. Kevin Spender, deputy director of Justice. I understand you've got a man in here they're calling the Samaritan? I'd like you to cut him loose. Ray: Look, just cause you're from Justice, Kevin, doesn't mean you can waltz in here and - Kevin: I know this is your jurisdiction. I'm not trying to step on any toes. But this man is a protected federal witness. Any public exposure could risk his life. I'd like to talk to him if I could. [Interrogation room] Ray: Dr. Walnut? Someone here to see you. Bruce: Oh, I knew you'd come. I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. Kevin: What happened to you? Bruce: An accident. [Observation room] Fraser: They have a right to their privacy.
Kevin: . . . you know that. Bruce: Yeah. I'm sorry. Kevin: Whose dog is that? Bruce: Oh, it's a friend. Kevin: I'm tired, Bruce. Bruce: Yeah, you're tired. But you work hard. You work hard. You work hard. I'm sorry. Kevin: Can you give the origami a rest? Bruce: It's not origami. It's combinatorix. Kevin: Okay. Combinatorix. [Squad room] Welsh: Deputy Director Spender? Kevin: Yes. Welsh: Harding Welsh, lieutenant Chicago PD. What have we got here? Kevin: A protected federal witness. You've got a camera crew back there. I'd appreciate it if you could get rid of them. Welsh: Oh, it would be my pleasure. Can I ask you why a deputy director from Justice is so interested in a stoolie? Kevin: Yeah, you can ask me. He's my brother. [Squad room; local news on TV shows Bruce's arrest] Elaine: Hey, hey, look, Fraser, Ray! You guys hit the big time! Francesca: Oh my God! [Kevin turns TV off] Kevin: For seven years he's been dead to the world, never had any problem. Five minutes after you guys get a hold of him, his face is on national TV. Why didn't you just stick a target right to his forehead? Ray: Two magic words. Witness protection. Why didn't he use them? Kevin: For security reasons I told him never to do that. Ray: You rank that up there with one of your good ideas? Welsh: You're a little out of line, Detective. Fraser: Sir, I wonder if I might ask a question? Kevin: Sure, if you can tell me how a Mountie fits into this. Fraser: My name is Constable Benton Fraser - Welsh: He originally came to Chicago on the trail of his father's killer - Ray: And for a whole bunch of reasons he decided to stick around - Fraser: Attached as liaison to the Canadian Consulate. Kevin: What I meant was, what possible interest would a Canadian have in this? Fraser: Nothing official, sir, beyond an ongoing interest in universal justice. No, what I was curious was what we might plan by way of protection - Kevin: Well, for starters, we aren't planning anything. It's my brother, my responsibility. Some things never change. Now I'd like to confer with Lieutenant Welsh. If you don't mind, I'd like to do that in private. Fraser: Understood. [Leaving squad room] Ray: Confer with you? What is that? What kind of talk is that? Confer with your own suit, you federal jackass. That guy sucks. Fraser: Well, you know, Ray, he's probably got reasons for privacy. I mean, after all, we were the cause of the problem. Ray: Well maybe we made a mistake, maybe we didn't. But one thing I know. I hate when somebody tells me to go to my room right when I'm in the middle of something. Fraser: You know, Ray, I may not share your motivations, but in this situation. . . [Entering squad room, Elaine's desk] Fraser: . . . information. Your efforts are greatly appreciated. Elaine: Don't thank me, Fraser. Francesca: Okay. Okay, I can do this. . . Elaine: . . . I know. Okay, Bruce Spender. Here we go. Spender, Bruce. Died October 8, 1992. No next of kin. No services. Body burned beyond recognition. Fraser: U.S. marshals faked his death. Is that standard procedure? Ray: No, no, no. This guy got the deluxe package. Who'd he rat on? Elaine: It was robbery. Armored car. Four were arrested. Spender turned state's evidence on the other three. Dustin Mahoney, Michael Johnson, and Elliot Wells. Fraser: Do you have any information on them? Elaine: Hard copy? Fraser: Please.
Fraser: You are a natural.
Elaine: That's Mahoney. Suspected of numerous armed robberies. This was his only conviction. Released a year ago for good behavior. They think maybe he killed another con when he was in prison. Fraser: That's good behavior?
Elaine: Michael Johnson escaped from Leavenworth three years after he went in. Suspect in a gun store robbery in Louisville four months ago. Ray: Great. So 2 out of 2 are on the street. Elaine: Make that 3 for 3. Elliot Wells, paroled six months ago on the robbery. Arrested a couple of weeks ago for holding up a gas station. Jumped bail. He's on the loose. Ray: Well, that's great. Three guys on the street. Motive. Method. This boy's in a deep hole. Kevin: Yes, he is. My brother's safety is my first priority. I'd like to get him out of the state by sundown. Fraser: Is that really necessary, sir? I mean, after all, this is a police station. One would think we'd be able - Kevin: No slight intended, Constable, but police stations are like a sieve, and these boys are nothing if they're not resourceful. I'd like some of your men to assist me. Ray: Assist you. What does that mean? Assist you. Welsh: It means exactly what he says. I want you to give Deputy Director Spender all the assistance he needs. Kevin: Do you have a secure phone? Elaine: Yeah, right this way. Ray: Do you got a secure phone. I don't like Kevin. Francesca: I don't like him either. I mean, it's never really been my personal ambition to make friends with stuffed-shirt, uptight kind of people, you know. If that's the usual trade that you have around. . . here. . . [Welsh's office] Fraser: Hi. You all right? Bruce: Oh, yeah. I'm okay. Fine. Fraser: Nice to see your brother. Bruce: Yeah. Long time. Kevin: Bruce? Bruce? Got to get moving. . . [Huey checks out back] Ray [radio]: Huey? Huey [radio]: Looks good. Ray [radio]: Team one, go. [Decoy 1 leaves the back] Kevin: Check. Ray [radio]: Team two, go. [Decoy 2 leaves the front] Kevin: Ready. Ray [radio]: Got anything yet? Voice [radio]: Operation is secure. Ray: So far, so good. Voice [radio]: All clear. Ray [radio]: How we doing, guys? Voice [radio]: West entrance clear. Voice [radio]: North entrance clear. Kevin: Give the signal. Ray [radio]: Send the dummy cars out. Wait to see if anyone follows. Keep all the entrances tight. After those cars leave, no one gets in or out, okay? Voice [radio]: Perimeter's clear. Operation's a go. Kevin: All right. Let's make the transfer. Ray: Hang on a second. All my men are covering the entrances. Kevin: That's where they should be. Ray: There's no cover here. Kevin: We won't need it. Let's just do it, okay? Ray [radio]: Okay, send up the transfer car. Voice [radio]: Transfer car, on its way. Bruce: I'm, uh, I'm kind of scared, Kev. Kevin: I am, too. . . You ready? Bruce: Yep. Ray: Who'd you call? Kevin: Airport. Let them know we're on our way. Not that you need to know. Ray: Let's get it on. Kevin: All right. Let's get in the back seat. Ray: Down! [radio] Go! Go! Go! Everybody, ground zero! Snipers! Kevin: Where the hell are they? Ray: One of those six buildings over there. Let's get him the hell out of here! Kevin: Too risky! Ray: Oh, yeah, like this isn't? Come on, come on, come on, come on! Bruce: Kevin! Ray: Bruce! Get in! Bruce: Kevin! [Hallway - squad room - Welsh's office] Welsh: Forensics is at the crime scene. When they get something, they'll send it right up. Kevin: Can you give this the blue ribbon treatment? Welsh: You got it, from top to bottom. Kevin: As for Vecchio, I want him brought up on charges. Welsh: Oh, and what charge would that be? Saving your brother's life? Kevin: Well, kidnapping for a start. We'll see what else shakes out. Welsh: That's ridiculous. Kevin: Oh, you think I'm ridiculous, huh? Well, let me tell you what I think. I think someone in your department set my brother up. Welsh: Impossible. I know this department. They're all good men. Kevin: Good men who haven't even bothered to check in. Welsh: Ahh, don't worry. They'll check in. Kevin: Let me make myself perfectly clear, Lieutenant. The only reason I haven't brought in Justice and the Bureau is because I have some respect for you. But this is personal. This is my brother. I would go to the mat for him just like you would do for yours. Full bore. Do we understand each other? Welsh: Yeah, I think we do. [Apartment] Fraser: How many assailants were there? Ray: Hard to tell. I mean, there were shooters everywhere. You know what that's like. You hunker. Fraser: And they were disguised? Ray: Yeah, in disguises. By the size and build, I figured one of them to be Johnson, the other one to be Mahoney. I mean, these guys were good. They had us pegged. They were right inside us. I mean, they want him bad. Fraser: Hmm. Ray: Does that figure to you, Fraser? Fraser: Does what figure to me? Ray: That he masterminded the heist. Cause when I look at him, what does not come to mind is arch criminal. I mean, the guy can barely tie his shoes. Bruce: The bank had three entrances. The doors were controlled after business hours by a central computer on relay. Well, that bypass was easy. The vault codes were logged in sequence through two networks. It took me months to sort through the algorithms but once I found the key it was just a matter of refining the sequence and bypassing the time clocks. Everything was planned with precision and detail. The operation was undertaken and completed in precisely 27 minutes and 13 seconds. . . And I can tie my shoes. [knock] Francesca: Hi, Frase. Fraser: Francesca. Ray: Were you followed? Francesca: I don't know. People follow me all the time. I have an allure. Ray: That's not what I asked. I was asking more along the line of police work. Francesca: You mean, like, criminals? No! Nobody followed me. Okay, so I have the background files. And a report that came in from Dallas. A guy named John Michaels was picked up for knocking flat a convenience store. Ray: Knocking over. Francesca: Over, flat, down, sideways, God! Anyway, they ran his prints and John Michaels is Michael Johnson. Ray: So that makes Eliot Wells and Dustin Mahoney the shooters. Fraser: That would seem likely. Bruce, I'm curious. Your plan was very meticulous, wasn't it? Bruce: Yes, it was a very good plan. Very graceful. Very good plan. Fraser: Until someone told the police where you were hiding out. Bruce: But I didn't tell. I didn't tell. Francesca: You testified against them. Bruce: Yes, I testified, but I didn't tell. Fraser: And now they want to kill you. Ray: Somethin's queer. Fraser: What? Ray: I don't know. Somethin's queer. Just move it. . . I could do that. I choose not to. [Hallway] Ray: What is it? Fraser: Two men just entered the building. Francesca: Well, they didn't follow me. . . Fraser: That may be true but I believe that one of them just put a 32-round clip into a machine pistol. A Mach 10, if I'm hearing the mechanism correctly. Back stairs. Ray: Go, go, go. [Other end of hallway] Ray: More? Fraser: I can't tell about their weapon. Roof. Francesca: Okay, so maybe I was followed, but if people were running around, sneaking and hiding, how the hell am I supposed to hear them? Ray: After you. Francesca: Yeah. You wish. Ray: Okay. [Elaine's apartment; phone rings] Elaine: Hello?. . . Fraser, is that you? Are you all right? Fraser: Yes, thank you, Elaine. Elaine: What's going on? Fraser: Did you find out any more about the bank robbers? Elaine: I ran a search on all Spender's accomplices. A guy got killed in Denver last month with one of Mahoney's aliases. I had the Denver PD compare his prints to Mahoney's. They matched. Fraser [to Ray]: Mahoney's dead. Ray: That just leaves Wells. Elaine: I got nothing on Wells. I could go back to the station, you know, keep digging. Fraser: No, Elaine, you've got your graduation tomorrow. . . Elaine: I'm all set. Uniform fits. You know, I'm going to go back in. I'll call you if I come up with anything. Oh, and Fraser, just so you know. Welsh was in his office holed up waiting for the phone to ring when I left. Fraser: Understood. [Welsh's office] Kevin: Three hours and not a word. Is that how things usually work in this department, lieutenant? Welsh: Not ordinarily. They gotta have a reason. Kevin: Well, I can't wait around to hear it. I'm moving now. Huey: I got Fraser on line one. Welsh: Where the hell are you, Constable? Fraser: We're all right, sir, for the moment. Welsh: Well you pick a location, we'll meet. Fraser: Well, I'm not entirely sure that would be safe. Welsh: Well, I'm not entirely sure what you're doing is any better. Fraser: You may be right, sir, but I think in a situation like this the fewer people that know, the better. Kevin: This is Deputy Director Spender, Constable. I appreciate your efforts and I'm willing to believe you think you're doing the right thing, but I want my brother and I want him now! If you keep getting in my way, I'll hit you with obstruction charges so hard it'll kill your entire family! Welsh: Great move, Spender. What do we do now? [Ray's car] Bruce: Kevin's mad? Fraser: Umm-hmm. Bruce: He's just worried about me. He's just worried about me. Fraser: It would seem so. Ray: So? Fraser: They want to talk. Ray: Yeah, I bet they do. Look, I don't like this. Where's this safe house you got in mind? Francesca: Yeah, what are the sleeping arrangements, Frase? Fraser: Fairly rudimentary. The place I'm considering has no heat. Francesca: Oh, so, I guess I'll have to curl up to something really warm then, won't I? Ray: And you're going to get it, Frannie. It's a little place called home. [Empty apartment] Ray: Oh, nice place. Fraser: It was Constable Turnbull's but he decided he didn't need anything quite so fancy. Ray: Oh, so where does he live now? A cardboard box? Fraser: Uh-huh. A very nice one, though. . . I see you've had some experience with bedrolls. Bruce: Well, I was a scout. Fraser: Really? So was I. Mind you, our troop was very small. It was just me, my friend Innusiq, and his sister Joon. Bruce: A girl? A girl was in boy scouts? Fraser: Well, you know, you can't really have a troop with only two boys, and she had very short hair, so - Ray: I got short hair. Fraser: Well, we're lucky. We have a troop. Ray: Woo-hoo! Bruce: Will I have to go to jail? Ray: No, no, no, no, no. You got some big guns on your side. A DD from the Justice Department? That carries a lot of weight. Bruce: Yeah, I know, I know. Kevin's always been there. Fraser: He has, hasn't he? Right from the beginning. Bruce: Yeah, right from the beginning. Fraser: Well, troop, it's time to tuck in. Ray: Oh, come on, Fraser, we don't really have to sleep on the floor, do we? Fraser: Yes. Ray: Look, I do this, I want a badge. A tuck-in-on-the-floor-I-hurt-my-back badge. Fraser: I'll get you one. Ray: Okay. Fraser: A-ke-la we'll do our best. We'll dib-dib-dib. . . Bruce: We'll dob-dob-dob. . . [Morning; phone rings; Ray struggles to find it] Ray: Got it!. . . Yeah? Elaine: Good morning, Ray. Ray: Yeah, if you say so. . . Right. On my way. . . [to others]. . . Motel clerk recognized a mug shot of Elliot Wells. Fraser: Excellent. Ray: You better watch him. I'll give you a call when we wrap up. [Apartment] Fraser: In the end, Innusiq and I both earned our cooking badge, but Joon - she never did. That poor girl, she couldn't boil a pot of water if the future of western civilization depended on it. [phone rings] Fraser: Hello, this is Detective Vecchio's cellular telephone, Constable Benton Fraser answering. Ray: Hello is enough, Fraser. Fraser: Right. Ray: We got the guy but he doesn't look good for the shootings. He spent the whole night with a hooker. And that call I told you about? Elaine checked with the airport guys? They never heard anything. Fraser: So that confirms it, then. Ray: Yeah. Fraser: All right. Thank you, Ray. Ray: Yeah. Bruce: Everything okay? Fraser: Yeah. . . So tell me, was Kevin a scout also? Bruce: Oh, no, no, not Kevin, no. He was always looking after things, though. And he looked after me. He did. Even when things got ugly, he looked after me, he did. Fraser: And did things get ugly? Bruce: Yeah. We'd move. We moved around. And there were people sometimes who were ugly, yeah. And I don't mean here [points to mouth]. I mean here [points to heart]. And sometimes, well, one time, one time I. . . I miss Kevin. Fraser: One time what, Bruce? Bruce: We just moved. New place, new town, new everything. We were in a gang, boys in a gang, and they didn't like me. And Kevin knew it. And the leader of the gang, his brother always wanted a boomerang. Humm? Can you imagine that? Fraser: Yeah, I can. I always wanted a bola. Bruce: Yeah, yeah. Same thing. Same thing, yeah. Well, Kevin found a boomerang, found it in a closet, and he gave it to me so the other guys would like me. A beautiful boomerang. But the leader's brother wanted it so we had to fight for it. Fraser: You had to fight because that was the code of the gang? Bruce: Yeah. Kevin didn't like it. Didn't like it at all. But I had to stand on my own two feet. I had to. But I couldn't. And I disappointed him. I did cause I got hit. I got hit a lot. And I lost. And I lost it. I lost my boomerang Kevin gave me. Fraser: You say he found it in a closet? Bruce: Yeah. Fancy boomerang. Found it. Found it in a closet. Fraser: It was made of wood? Bruce: Yeah. Beautiful, beautiful wood. Fraser [holds out wooden coat hanger]: Did it look sort of like this? Bruce: Sort of. Fraser [removes metal hook]: More like this, then. Bruce: Just like that, yeah. Fraser: Bruce, I think that Kevin has been lying to you, and I think he's very worried that someone might tell. Bruce: Tell what? Fraser: That the robbery was his idea. Bruce: No. It was mine. It was my plan. Fraser: It was your plan, but it was his idea, wasn't it? Bruce: Kevin would never hurt me. He would never hurt me. Fraser: How do you know? Bruce: I can ask him. Fraser: I think you should. [Welsh, Kevin, and three other men meet Ray, Fraser, and Bruce] Kevin: I understand you have a question. Bruce: No, no, Kevin. . . Yeah, I do. Kevin: So hit me. Bruce: Yeah. Yeah. That's the question. Do you remember the boomerang? Kevin: The what? Bruce: The boomerang. Do you remember the boomerang? Kevin: What about it? Bruce: Was it a boomerang? Kevin: What are you asking? Bruce: Was it a boomerang? Kevin: Bruce, in six days I stand before the Senate. The Senate of the United States of America. Bruce: It wasn't a boomerang? Kevin: I am talking about a directorship. Don't you understand that? Bruce: Will they ask about me? They'll ask about me and you won't know what to say? Kevin: I can't take care of you any more. Bruce: You can say that you're my brother and that you love me. You can say that. Just say that you love me. Kevin: They'll find out about the robbery. You'll tell them. You won't be able to help yourself. And I will lose everything that I have worked for. I can't let that happen, Bruce. I do love you. Just get in the car and we'll work it out. Bruce: No, Kevin, I can't do that. Fraser [to Dief]: Go! Kevin: Bruce, get in the car now. Bruce: No. [Dief knocks Kevin down; gunfight ensues] Welsh: Why'd you pick this place? Fraser: Well, I thought Kevin would be more forthcoming if he thought he had the upper hand. Ray: It worked great but they do have the upper hand! Fraser: Not for long. . . Bruce, you all right? Ray: Reloading! Two at 12 o'clock! Welsh: I got 'em! Ray: Three at 1 o'clock. . . Fraser: Ray. . . Ray: Four at 5 o'clock. . . Fraser: Ray. . . Ray: Oh, man. . . Fraser: We just have to get over this hill. Ray: Okay, that's it. Cheque please! [Graduation ceremony] Academy Director: All of you have worked hard to make the grade. But I know it's been worth it. Now you take on the satisfaction of knowing that you are among Chicago's very. . . [faint gunfire] . . . finest. This is only the beginning. Now you take on the responsibilities and duties of police officers and . . . [more gunfire] . . . Your friends seem to be celebrating already with firecrackers. Elaine: Excuse me, sir. Director: Sit down. You'll get to come up in a minute. . . [and more] . . . I said, sit down. Elaine: But gunfire, sir. I think officers are in trouble. Director: In the middle of my speech? Don't be ridiculous. Now, if you want to graduate, sit down. [Hillside] Fraser: We're just about there. Welsh: You guys get going! We'll cover you! Fraser: You ready? Bruce: Yeah. Fraser: Let's go. Welsh: Hey, calvary's comin'. It's just like the movies. [Kevin runs; Fraser chases] Elaine [arrests one man]: Okay, scumball! Director: Don't forget to check for an ankle holster. Elaine: Yes, sir! Director: What do you do as soon as the suspect is controlled? Elaine: Read him his Miranda rights, sir! Director: Good, good. Excellent, excellent. Ray [gets another one]: Drop your weapon! Drop it or I will put a bullet right through your head! Drop the gun! On your knees, on your knees! Hands behind your back! Director: Very good. All right, now. What do we do after we control the suspect? Ray: Uh. . . kick 'im in the head? [Kevin pulls gun on Fraser] Bruce: Kevin. . . [pulls gun on Kevin] [Academy] Director: Elaine Besbriss. Congratulations, Elaine, you're one of the first cadets to graduate with an arrest already under your belt. Let's hope it's the first of many. Elaine: Thank you, sir. Director: You're welcome. Fraser: You know, Elaine, my graduation marked the beginning of one of the most exciting periods of my career. I received my first posting. It was to a very remote community perched on the edge of an - Ray: Ice flow. Look, love you like a brother, Fraser, but let's not hear about that right now. Fraser: Understood. Ray: So, you're gone, Elaine. I'm never going to find another file. Who's going to transfer the calls? Hey, who's going to order the pizza. . .? Elaine: I'm sure Francesca will work out fine. Ray: Oh, no, no, no. She belongs on the Home Shopping Network, not at a police station. Fraser [to Welsh]: How did it go? Welsh: Well, Bruce will have to go to Washington to answer some questions about Kevin. After that, he's free to go wherever he chooses. Fraser: Would you excuse us?. . . Where are you going to go? Bruce: I don't know. Fraser: You don't want to stay in Chicago? Bruce: No, no. I don't think so. Fraser: I understand. Bruce: You know, maybe when I'm in Chicago, I could come and play with your dog sometime. Fraser: Yes. Any time. Bruce: Okay. End |