| Call Of The Wild
Summary from official site, www.duesouth.com via Wayback Machine A homicide investigation leads Fraser and Kowalski to a major arms smuggling operation masterminded by Fraser Sr.'s old adversary Holloway Muldoon. As Fraser and Kowalski pursue the case, they come up against the Feds, accidentally blowing the cover of the real Ray Vecchio. Feeling homesick, Fraser decides to do a little ice fishing, but to his surprise his only catch is a dead body. A clue in the corpse's belongings leads Fraser and Kowalski to another dead body. Running from an attack by criminals with grenade launchers, Fraser recognises the ringleader: Holloway Muldoon. The strange thing is Muldoon was supposed to have died years ago. Fraser Sr. tracked him to an ice field where Muldoon fell into a crevice. Both bodies turn out to be ATF informants who were acting as brokers in an arms deal. The RCMP also has a stake in the case: three Mounties in the north were killed intercepting a shipment of nerve gas. The dealers are smuggling weapons through the Yukon to a buyer in Chicago. Fraser and Kowalski follow a suspect to a hotel room. When he answers the door, Fraser is shocked to discover that it's the original Ray Vecchio. With their informants dead, the ATF called in the FBI, who brought in Vecchio in his undercover role as a mob figure. Fraser and Kowalski have just interrupted a meeting between Vecchio, his mob associates and Muldoon. Quick thinking on Ray's part buys him a few more hours undercover. Then it's back to being Ray Vecchio. There's a rumour that Muldoon is about to pull off a huge arms sale. No one knows who's buying or what Muldoon is selling. Thatcher, Fraser, Kowalski and the Chicago PD accompany Vecchio to his scheduled meeting with Muldoon, but federal agents show up and disrupt the operation. The police pursue Muldoon and his henchmen to an amusement park, where Fraser and Thatcher are trapped on a Ferris wheel with a canister of gas that's rigged to explode. When they successfully disarm the device, Muldoon takes aim at Fraser. The Vecchio steps in and takes the bullet and is rushed to the hospital. Fraser and Kowalski pursue Muldoon to an airstrip. As the show ends, Fraser and Kowalski are clinging to the fuselage of a plane that's just leaving the runway. Part 2: Fraser and Kowalski pursue an arms dealer to the Yukon, where they trek across dangerous ice fields to intercept a mysterious arms shipment. Joining forces with Thatcher, Turnbull and Buck Frobisher's legendary northern detachment, Fraser and Kowalski take on the buyers--Cyrus Bolt and his revolutionary militia. As Part I ended, Fraser and Kowalski had pursued arms dealer Holloway Muldoon to an airfield, arriving just in time to cling to the fuselage of the departing plane. As Part II begins, they haul themselves on board, only to face armed henchmen. Fraser and Kowalski escape their bonds and jump -- without parachutes -- into the deep snow covering the wilderness below. Encouraged by Fraser Sr., they climb sheer rock faces, toboggan down mountains, fall into an ice crevasse and finally meet up with Thatcher, Turnbull and Dief who have joined the legendary Buck Frobisher and his northern detachment. Back in Chicago, Welsh discovers the arms buyer is Cyrus Bolt, the mad militia leader. The police learn that Bolt is taking possession of a large, mysterious shipment at Diamond Rock in the Yukon. Fraser sends Dief off with a note requesting backup as the small detachment of Mounties bravely sets out to confront the gang of heavily armed villains. As the Mounties and criminals exchange fire on the frozen bay, they hear a cracking beneath the ice. Then a nuclear sub surfaces. The Mounties use the sub for cover. Just as they're running out of ammunition, a transport flies overhead and twenty Paramounties in red coats parachute through the sky. Muldoon roars off on his ski-doo. Fraser pursues him on horseback. In
a dramatic finale, Fraser captures Muldoon and helps Fraser Sr. right a
wrong from the past.
Written by Paul Gross and R.B Carney
Regular Cast: Fraser, Kowalski, Diefenbaker, Lt. Welsh, Thatcher, Huey, Dewey, Francesca, Fraser Sr. Guest Stars
Unofficial Transcript: Call of the Wild **A frozen lake** Fraser: The first day the frost takes and there's a sheen of ice on the dugout. Bob: Knowing you feel the wind from the north bringing the snow. Fraser: And out on horse back there's a slanting light from the east. Bob: Oh I miss it son, I miss it terribly. Fraser: Yeah, so do I. You all right? Bob: I don't know, you know life is ... is odd enough but death son, Lord God, they don't even give you a road map. Everything comes under scrutiny. Fraser: What brought this on? Bob: I don't know, something in the air, there's something stirring there, you feel it? Fraser: Yeah, you know I've had, I've had some very odd dreams. Bob: About your mother? Fraser: Yeah you? Bob: Well, I'm dead I don't dream so I don't know what this sensation is that I've got. Although it's very similar to when Walter Singlefoot laced my tea with Kanikanic(sp?) and then seemed to turn into a twelve foot alligator before my very eyes. I don't know, it feels as thought your mother's very close. Kowalski: Fraser I hope for your sake you're talking to a fish. Fraser: Hey Ray have a seat, I'll err rig you up a line. Kowalski: Got any? Fraser: No but you know ice fishing takes patience. Kowalski: Yeah well you're going to need a lot of that 'cause there ain't no fish in here. Fraser: How do you know that? Kowalski: 'Cause it's a city reservoir. Drinking water. No Fish. Fraser: Oh. Kowalski: You OK? Fraser: Yeah, yeah, Just err... Kowalski: What? Fraser: I'm homesick... [Something tugs the line] Wait a minute. Kowalski: What? Fraser: Hang on a second. Yeah, here we go... Kowalski: OK Fraser: Got something Kowalski: Watch your drag, watch your drag. Fraser: Something big... you see it? Kowalski: OK [Ray and Fraser pull out body] Bob: Nice fish. **Credits roll** **Morgue** Mort: Ever since I can remember I associated fishing with death. Kowalski: Yeah well you catch a fish, the fish dies, then you eat the fish. Mort: When I was a boy, I was in a camp, and the guy who ran the camp was a fisherman, of sorts. He would throw hand grenades into the pond and when the fish came up, belly up, stunned he would scoop them up with a net. Kowalski: What was it some sort of summer camp or something? Mort: No Auschwitz. [Stunned silence] Oh come on guys I didn't mean to; well; what else do we know about this man? Fraser: His name is Cartwright he has a couple of weapons charges and associated with bad people. Mort: Very bad judging by the way he died. Shot with a small rifle probably manufactured in old Czechoslovakia and a bullet tipped with tallinem - deadly poison, probably manufactured in Bulgaria. So there you go. Ballistics. Kowalski: We'll take it he had a meet. Fraser: I agree, shall we? [Fraser and Kowalski turn to leave - Kowalski returns] Kowalski: Look Mort, I'm sorry I didn't realize that er... Mort: Come on Ray, I didn't want you to feel sorry. I find life interesting, Even death, I find interesting, but fishing? Fishing is ridiculous. **Alley**
Kowalski: Dead guy. [noise] Chicago PD.. Hold it.. [Man pulls out a grenade launcher, Fraser and Kowalski dive for cover.] Kowalksi: Oh no! [Man fires the grenade launcher then drives off. Fraser and Kowalski come out of their hiding place and Bob Fraser appears] Bob/Fraser: Muldoon. Kowalski: You know him. Fraser: I knew him. Kowalski: What do you mean you knew him? Fraser: He died 30 years ago. Kowalski: Who is this Muldoon? Fraser: Holloway Muldoon. He was a legend in the north. Gifted trapper and guide, the story has it he once carried an injured Hungarian Lepidopterist on his back for almost 200 miles through a raging blizzard. Underneath the heroic exterior there lived a criminal who for years had been trafficking endangered species. Grizzly bladder, puma pelt, wolf fur. Dief: Whine Fraser: I know boy, My father went after him. The chase was epic. It lasted for a year and a half. Kowalski: A year and a half? Bob: It was personal. Fraser: You see Muldoon's friendship with my father placed him above suspicion. The chase finally ended when Muldoon fell into Six Mile Canyon. Kowalski: Fraser, He's here in Chicago so he did not fall into Six Mile Canyon. Fraser: Apparently he survived. Kowalski: Look all I know Fraser, is we've got two dead guys and three scumbags shooting up Chicago with a grenade launcher and a lot of work to do. Fraser: Is that about the gist of it. Bob: Oh that was just the tip of the iceberg son. **Precinct** Frannie: Well it turns out that your car body was an associate of your fishing body, name was Caesar Callow. Simple sheet, receiving stolen goods, receiving stolen goods and oh look quelle surprise, receiving stolen goods. Kowalski: So he was a fence. Welsh: Detective your powers of deduction make a guy's head spin. Kowalski: Thanks. Fraser: This is interesting. Kowalski: It makes no sense its.. Fraser: I believe it's a code. Welsh: It looks like he had a meet set up for today. Fraser: This arrow would seem to indicate that it was connected to last night's meeting. Kowalski: Yeah the only problem is we have no clue where this is happening. Fraser: Well we know that last nights meeting was at Quincy's in Orland's. So taking this to be Orland's and this to be Quincy's that gives us 13 letters. Now if we plug those letters into today's entry we get. Kowalski: O L C O Something, something next word something R U C something I N something'.. Welsh: Rucking, Trucking. Fraser: All right assuming it to be trucking that gives us the T which gives us. Frannie: Oh ah... Old cart Trucking it's that abandoned place on Wacka. Fraser: Very good Francesca. **Old Cart Trucking** Kowalski: Rats. Fraser: Something wrong, Ray? Kowalski: No Rats. Fraser: Oh yes. Kowalski: This place gives me the creeps Fraser (about Dief): Him too. He's never been fond of rodents. Kowalski: Showtime. [Jumps out] Hold it right there! Maddox: FBI throw down your weapons. Kowalski: Step out of the shadows. Maddox: Show us your ID. Don't talk when I talk. **Precinct (Welsh's Office)** Maddox: This is not your jurisdiction. Welsh: That's odd Agent Maddox, because last time I checked the criminal code, homicide was still under States Jurisdiction. Maddox: Let me make it clear I go to meet a snitch I don't need some flat foot city cop.. Kowalski: This from the boys who brought us Waco. Wake up your snitch is out there chilling at the cold meat party. Fraser: Gentlemen, perhaps it would be more productive to discuss the weapons smuggler. Agent2: It's none of your business. Welsh: Someone starts shooting up Chicago with a grenade launcher I figure it's my business. Maddox- Wrong Lieutenant, this is our case, keep your nose clean. Agent2: For the record, Waco was an act of God. [Agents leave] Kowalski: So? Welsh: So officially you're off the case, but hey, if someone wanted to take this case up as a hobby, everyone should have a hobby. **Consulate** Fraser: See everything my father ever did is in here. Cross referenced by criminal and by crime. Turnbull: Now the filing is a little crude. Bob: Crude? Turnbull: Crude but brilliant. Bob: Smart boy. Turnbull: To find Muldoon... Fraser: Hum... Kowalski: What's up? Fraser: There's a period of three weeks where there's no entry Kowalski: Maybe he was busy... Fraser: No I don't think so, the silence begins with the day my mother died. Turnbull: Ahh you see, I find Muldoon by simply flipping to page 6, 1, 9. Bob: I'd have rearranged the landscape, torn down the mountains and diverted the rivers to catch Muldoon. I only had the slimmest of clues, he always managed to be where no one expected him to be and usually that was where he'd just been. Kowalski: Anything? Fraser: He doubles back on himself. **Alley where they'd found the gas** Kowalski: He doubles back on himself does he Fraser. We've been waiting here for 2 days all I've got is a nose that runs faster than a three year old at the Kentucky Derby. Look I'm doneski. I'm out of here. I can't help this. [Car approaches] Kowalski: Freeze! Chicago PD. [Muldoon fires his grenade launcher at Kowalski, who dives out of the way. Muldoon drops his case and runs back to the car.] Kowalski: What's that? Fraser: It's Russian lettering. Kowalski: What's it say? Fraser: Well my Russian's a little rusty but I think it's nerve gas and this one's....*There's a small hole in one of the canisters*Oh dear, do you have any gum? [Kowalski pulls the gum out of his mouth] Fraser: We're in luck it seems to be holding. you know at first glance you wouldn't assume that gum and string would [Kowalski collapses on to the floor] What's wrong with you? Kowalski: I've got it. Fraser: You've got what? Kowalski: Gas. I've been gassed. Fraser: Oh no Ray, I shouldn't think you've actually been gassed. Kowalski: I got tingling. My hands are tingling I'm tingling all over. Fraser: Ray, Ray If you'd actually been exposed to nerve gas you'd be experiencing different symptoms. Kowalski: Like what? Fraser: Well, you'd have breathing difficulty. Kowalski: [clutching throat and gagging]: Yeah... Fraser: You'd probably feel a little bit dizzy.... and you might feel as though you want to vomit... You'd probably start bleeding out of your nose. You bowels would release. Most of all though you'd probably be unconscious and dead. Kowalski [getting up]: Oh I get nervous, I just, I got a bit nervous, OK. My bowels seem OK. Fraser: I'm relieved. Kowalski: What you find? Fraser: It's a foot print belonging I think to the driver of the car. In which case we can assume reasonably that he was or is an employee of the Hotel California. Kowalski: You can not tell that by a foot print, Fraser, I don't care if you can track Musk ox across the Atlantic Ocean You can not tell where a person works by a foot print. **The Northwest Territories** Frobisher: Gas. I've a pretty good idea which direction this wind is blowing. Phone! No a real phone with a dial. [Frobisher is in a cabin on the phone talking to Turnbull and Thatcher in the consulate.] Turnbull: Gas you say you have gas Sir? Frobisher: A powerful gas It could wipe out thousands, possibly even more. Turnbull: I see Do you have any idea as to the source of the gas? Frobisher: Russian in origin and there seem to be any number of clues, none of which I can recall at the moment that indicate they cause a dire threat to the city of Chicago. Turnbull: Chicago. Frobisher: Get this straight son this is a lethal gas this could wipe out big cities all across North America. Turnbull: Have you considered consulting a physician Sir? Frobisher: Son I think that you've probably been hit with the dumb stick, would you put me on through to your superior please. Turnbull: Yes Sir. Thatcher: Inspector Thatcher. Frobisher: Inspector one word. Diethylaminoethoxycyanophosphine oxide. Thatcher: Oh my god. Frobisher: One milligram of that could kill a man Thatcher: Or a woman. Frobisher: Well I don't know what it would take to kill a woman could be one could be ten. But that's not important, the important thing is there's a darker thread to this story and it has all the tell tale signs of Muldoon. One of the foulest scum who ever walked the earth, next to Howard Stern that is. But it doesn't make sense 'cause he's been dead for thirty years. Thatcher: Unfortunately rumours of Muldoon's death may have been greatly exaggerated Frobisher: Ahh I see and err, Constable Fraser how is he taking this? Thatcher: With his usual keenness why? Frobisher: Ahh then he doesn't know. Thatcher: Know what? Frobisher: About Muldoon and his mother. I have half a mind to get down to Chicago and take a crack at Muldoon myself but my detachment is green better to have someone up here at this end of the trail. **Hotel California** Hotel Manager: We do put the mark on the soles it makes the boots part of a uniform and discourages theft. The only problem is they became something of a collector's item and everyone was stealing them. Fraser: I see and how many were size 16 double wide? Kowalski: How do you know the size?. Fraser: We saw the print. Kowalski: You saw the print?! Hotel manager: One pair size 16 double wide. Fraser: And they belong to? Manager: Toe Blake Fraser: Toe Blake? Manager: Big Toe Blake is his full name, we had to let him go for stealing. Naturally he stole his boots when he left. Kowalski: Naturally Manager: Big guy, big toe, Big. Kowalski: How big? **Outside Kowalski and Fraser are hanging off a VERY big man.** Kowalski: Very big. Fraser: You know it's really a question of leverage not unlike bulldogging a steer Kowalski: Wrestling an elephant. Hup two, hup two. [They knock him down] **Precinct** Thatcher: For sometime now Ottawa has suspected that Russian military equipment was being smuggled through Canada for sale throughout the rest of the world. Naturally headquarters wants it stopped immediately Welsh: Naturally. Thatcher: This particular case that Sergeant Frobisher is working on involves poisonous gas. Which is quite dangerous you know. Welsh: Yeah I'd heard that about poisonous gas. Thatcher: This particular gas though is a variant on Russian Talem which is in fact Diethylaminoethoxycyanophosphine oxide. Frobisher feels that the shipment is in fact big enough to basically obliterate several small cities. It's really quite exciting. Welsh- Exciting? Thatcher: Well at the risk of sounding self absorbed a successful resolution to a case of this magnitude could provide me with a promotion and a transfer to Toronto. Frannie: you're going to Toronto. That's great! for you of course and you know if there's anything I can do to help don't hesitate to ask, I mean a lift to the airport anything. Thatcher: Thank you I appreciate that. Frannie: So Frase will be taking over for you here... right? Probably get a brand new income, a big house, a bedroom. Thatcher: Constable Fraser is my second in command. He's coming with me. Fraser: Huey! Kowalski: Dewey! hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come on Welsh: Come on. Frannie [to Thatcher]: We have to talk. Thatcher: You're touching me. Frannie: Oh. [Fraser, Ray, Huey, Dewey, Welsh and Big Toe Blake are in the interview room. Frannie and Thatcher are watching from behind the one way mirror.] Blake: I'm like a cabby if I'm hired to drive, I drive Kowalski: And if the guy buys crates of nerve gas that's none of your business? Frannie: Look at him incredible isn't he? Thatcher: He's huge. I'd say at least 400-- Frannie: No not him, Fraser. Look at him. Welsh: Nerve gas can kill thousands of people you know how many years you're going to get for killing thousands of people? Kowalski: You know how many times they can execute you? Frannie: He was born on the tundra, I mean that's where he belongs. You'll kill him if you take him to Toronto. Thatcher: That's a bit drastic, don't you think? Frannie: Look I've been to Toronto, OK. Trust me nothing can survive there. Look at him, I mean really look at him. Blake: He's some out of town talent. I got hired to ferry him around and I don't know anything about no gas. Kowalski: Look Pal, you'd better know something about him. Blake: I picked him up at some hotel Welsh: Which hotel Blake: Where I used to work. Kowalski: The California - Lets go. **Hotel California** [Ugly bald guy walks through the lobby past Fraser and Kowalski] Kowalski: What? Fraser: That man, I think I've seen him before. All right, I'll take the stairs. Kowalski: Hang on, use the phone I'll call you with floors...-5 6 7 11 12 hear me? Fraser: Clearly Ray. Kowalski: 14, 15. Breathing kinda hard! 20, 21, 22, 24, That's it Fraser, 24. I'm on my way. **24th floor** Fraser: 2409 Kowalski: You're sure this is the guy. You barely saw him. Fraser: Positive. Kowalski (falsetto voice): Housekeeping Fraser: Ray! Kowalski: Ray? Fraser: Ray Vecchio! Oh dear. Muldoon: What's going on here. I was under the impression I was going to meet someone called Armando Languistini from the Iguana family, South West branch. Vecchio: You are. Muldoon: So who the hell is Ray Vecchio? Vecchio: How the hell should I know? Fraser: Perhaps I should explain. Vecchio: Perhaps you should shut up. Muldoon: Perhaps he should talk. [to Fraser] Don't I know you? Fraser: Not directly no. I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my-- Kowalski: Fraser not now. Muldoon: Fraser? Vecchio: Who are you? Kowalski: Who me? Vecchio: Yeah you. Kowalski: What do you mean? Vecchio: What do they call you? Kowalski: Who? Vecchio: Am I not speaking English here or what? Thug#1: Yes boss, beautiful English. Vecchio (drawing gun): What's it going to be funny guy? Kowalski: Oh you mean my name... oh that. Here [hands Vecchio his ID] Vecchio: Ray Vecchio, Chicago P.D. Muldoon: You bring cops to a meet? Vecchio: It's your room pal. Muldoon: They followed you in. Vecchio: Meaning what? Muldoon: Meaning this whole set up smelt from the get go. Who are you buddy, I've seen you before. Vecchio: Yeah dead guy, getup! Let's go, get up, the bathroom. [Sound of two shots followed by two bodies hitting the ground. Vecchio emerges from the bathroom alone.] Vecchio: You want to play hard ball with the Iguana family, you'd better have hard balls. You still in the game? Muldoon: I'm always in the game. OK back up location. 9pm. Thug#1: hey boss, you've still got a little blood ... Vecchio: Yeah right. Clean up the bodies.[to himself in the mirror.] So long Armando Languistini, it's been good knowing you. [to Fraser and Kowalski] For a full year I'm deep undercover, never waiting in line, always getting the best tables at the best restaurants. I live in a nine thousand square footed ?Dolby? house at the edge of the desert, with a butler named Nero who brings me buttermilk night and day and everywhere I go I sit in the back of a black limousine my elbow on the gangster lean and all this, all this, you wipe out with one word?" Fraser: It's good to see you Ray. Vecchio: It's good to see you too, Benny. Kowalski: Oh Benny, that's cute. Vecchio: You realize you could have got us all killed. Fraser: Well I'm sorry, but I was so pleasantly surprised to see you that I, Vecchio: Said something stupid? Fraser: Yes. Vecchio [on phone]: Hey, yes this is three seventeen, we need a clean up unit at twenty four oh nine. Right. [to Kowalski] So you're me? Kowalski: And you're not you. Vecchio: That's a good one, unlike the clothes. Kowalski: Something up with them? Vecchio: Well nothing, if you're a bag lady. You see I had a rep. I was a slick dresser. Kowalski: Oh yeah, oh yeah, like a, like a, a style pig, you mean. Vecchio: You kill me funny guy. I see it's going to take a lot of work to get my reputation back in place. Kowalski: What place was that? Vecchio: Well you see, these three goons are going to get one call each. They're going to call Vegas and when they do Armando Languistini is going to go up like flash-paper. Time to get my life back. Kowalski: But that's my life. Vecchio: I'm afraid it is. What are you grinning about? Fraser: I knew you too would hit it off. **Welsh's office** Vecchio: Muldoon has weaponry for sale and a buyer he just needs somebody to broker the deal. So the ATF places two agents a Colittle and a Cartwright. Muldoon makes the agents and kills them both. So the ATF suspect an inside leak. They turn to the FBI who turns to me Armondo Languistini. The Mob brokers the deal. Welsh: How does the deal work? Vecchio: Two stages. the first is the nerve gas that you stumbled upon and all I know about the second is that it's big and it's scary. Welsh: And who's the buyer. Vecchio: Again don't know, very cagey very secret. The basic idea was that I would broker the deal and then we'd nail Muldoon and the buyer Welsh: Which doesn't work out Dewey: Because Fraser and Ray show up and blow the whole thing out of the water. Huey: Bada SSSHHH Welsh: So what now? Vecchio: The meet with Muldoon's set for nine. My cover should hold until then. That's our window. Welsh: All right we've got to move. Huey and Dewey you run down the location the whole layout all right? Francesca pull everything on Muldoon any possible connection. Fraser, you run it from your end. All right we got six hours let's use them.. Oh Ray, Vecchio and Kowalski: Yeah Welsh: No I mean, oh I can see this is going to be confusing huh? Look you be Ray Vecchio 'cause you were Ray Vecchio to start with... Ray [smug]: Right. Kowalski: And who am I? Welsh: Good question. You can be Stanley Kowalski Vecchio: Stanley Kowalski? Welsh: His father had a big thing for Marlon Brando. Kowalski: So err I just err OK. Vecchio: Later Stanley... [to Welsh] Sir. **Snack room** Frannie: What do you em, what do you think of me? Fraser: What do I think of you? Frannie: OK. Fraser: I'm not sure what it is you're asking me. Frannie: Oh I guess that pretty much sums up what you think of me. It's just, it's just ummm, when I, when I think of the sheer hours of female tonnage that I have put into this relationship you know. The dedication and, and the patience and the night heart to heart talks, even if you weren't there, I just kind of, I just kind of hoped or thought that you would tell me. Fraser: I'm sorry Francesca, tell you what? Frannie: That you're going home. **Consulate** Fraser: We're going home Sir? Thatcher: If we're present for the capture of Muldoon We could
virtually guarantee
Fraser: Don't you mean my Father and Muldoon? Thatcher: Oh, I was quite sure that Frobisher said your Mother but as I understand it he's having some digestive problems. Do you ever think about it Fraser? Fraser: Digestive problems? Thatcher: Home. Fraser: Oh home. Yes. Thatcher: As do I. The air, the shopping, the cafe lattés. I miss Toronto like you'd miss an old boyfriend you'd discarded. Fraser: Toronto Sir, I'm sorry it's just when you say home well I well I tend to think a little further north. Thatcher: Oh. **Kowalski's desk** Kowalski: What the hell do you think you're doing? Vecchio: How can you work in this mess? Kowalski: No worse than the piles of crap you left all over the place. Vecchio: Well my piles of crap were organized. Kowalski: My mess is organized. Vecchio: Well why don't you just organize it some place else. Kowalski: Ok. [Throws all the papers across the room] Is that good? Vecchio: Have you got a problem? Kowalski: Maybe, just maybe I don't like the way you're sashaying around trying to take over everything. Vecchio: This is my desk, it's my life, now get over it. Kowalski: Well you get over this [Vecchio and Kowalski start to scuffle] Frannie [breaking them up]: Ok Ok all right, back off Kowalski that's my brother you're talking to so just stay out of his face. And you! Did they give you testosterone shots in the mob or what? Work! Kowalski: Listen I err. Vecchio: Hey! Forget about it. Kowalski: It's just err, it's so sudden..Look I know you were coming back, I just, well didn't think it would be so soon so. Vecchio: I know it feels as though you died and you didn't get everything done. You know that's how I felt when I walked out of here. Kowalski: How's Vegas been? Vecchio: Undercover's lonely. Kowalski: That it is. Vecchio: Well you got Fraser. Kowalski: Right [Both laugh] **Bob Fraser's office** Fraser: Why have you, err, why, why? Bob: Finish your sentence son, an incomplete sentence is an early indicator of a softening mind. Fraser: You were going to leave without telling me. What else haven't you told me? Bob: About what specifically? Fraser: Holloway Muldoon. Bob: Someone's been talking out of turn. Fraser: Your diaries. Buck Frobisher. Bob: I've hidden some things from you son, for your own good. Muldoon was one of them. I want you to believe me when I say the man was truly evil. I just didn't see it. I trusted him. I invited him into our home. I called him my friend. By the time I caught up with hi, I want thinking. Fraser: So he didn't fall into Six Mile Canyon. Bob: I killed him. Well I tried to anyway. I imagine that's why I'm still here. To try and make up for it some way. Fraser: Where are you going now? Bob: To attend to something I should have attended to a long time ago. I'll come back. Until I do, stay alert and get Muldoon for me and for your Mother. And Benton, don't make my mistake, do it right. **Car 1** Vecchio: You know Benny, the deserts OK and Nero does have a great buttermilk but this is the stuff I miss. Fraser: Like old times hey? Vecchio: Yeah. You remember that time you locked us in that vault? Fraser: Yeah and the water kept rising until we, we almost drowned. Vecchio: Yeah. You know what I just said about missing all this? Fraser: Uh hu. Vecchio: Forget I ever said it. Fraser: Understood. **Car 2** Kowalski: You ever feel like you don't know who you are? Like if you weren't around somebody, or that someone wasn't around you, then you wouldn't be you, or at least not the you that you think. You ever think like that? Thatcher: Never. Kowalski: Me either. **Car 1** Vecchio: Wish me luck. Fraser: You don't need it. **Car 3** Dewey: What do you call a fish with no eyes? Huey: What? Dewey: FSHHH Welsh: What are you doing? Huey: We're practicing. Welsh: For what to pass yourselves off as two guys with serious head wounds? Dewey: No 'The One Liner' we finally got the club. We're opening up a comedy club. Huey: Yeah. Welsh: Oh God, God help us. [ATF and FBI roll up.] Welsh [car 3]: Damn Kowalski [car 2]: Damn Fraser [car 1]: Darn. **Snowy tundra somewhere in the afterlife.** Bob: I'm not sure what I'm looking for forgiveness maybe. I know I should have come here when I was alive but I was apprehensive. Now I'm dead but of course there's nothing to stop you showing up here Carolyn. It's not as though we're not in the same place. At least I hope we still are. I miss you. And I worry about our son. I worry that I haven't told him not everything. and now he'll find out on his own . I hope he's all right. **Parking lot** [Ray Vecchio walks out to meet Muldoon. There is loads of gunfire. Eventually Muldoon runs off and Kowalski calls Fraser to follow him] Kowalski: Fraser. [Welsh and the FBI stay shooting at the rest of Muldoon's men and have a discussion] Welsh: What are you doing here? Agent: Looking for our guy. Welsh: That guy was our guy right before he was your guy. **Inside the building in a corridor. Vecchio finds Kowalski and Fraser.** Vecchio: Where'd they go? Kowalski [jumps, swings round pulling his gun on Ray]: Huh? Vecchio: Jumpy. Thatcher [appearing from round the corner]: It's this place. Vecchio [jumps]: Hey! Kowalski: Jumpy. Fraser: The corridor branches off. [More shooting and strobe effect lighting] **Parking lot.** Welsh: Give it up. Thug: Give us a chance Agent: It's our bust. Welsh: The pig's eye. Agent: Our guy set up the meet. Welsh: He's our guy and you nearly got him killed. [On some stairs. Some of Muldoon's followers disappear through a door. Muldoon carries on up the stairs.] Vecchio: They split up we'll take these guys. [Vecchio and Kowalski disappear through the door.] Fraser: Muldoon's this way, Sir. [Fraser and Thatcher follow Muldoon up the stairs.] **In a tunnel with Vecchio and Kowalski** Vecchio: Your shooting's lousy. Kowalski: I need my glasses. Vecchio: Forget it, let's go. [Muldoon is about to climb some more stairs and turns to fire at Fraser and Thatcher. But his gun is out of bullets.] Muldoon: Damn.[Runs up the stairs] Thatcher: We don't have to go you know. Fraser: Up these stairs? Thatcher: No to Toronto. I mean if you don't; we could go somewhere else. Fraser: Understood. Shall we? Thatcher: Yes. **Indoor fair** [Muldoon grabs a man out of a car on a fairground ride and throws him out. The man's kid is still on the ride.] Muldoon: Get out of here. Kid: Dad, Dad, Dad, Daddy! [Muldoon throws kid out of ride. Vecchio and Kowalski appear in the fairground and hide behind a pool of water.] Vecchio: How's those glasses coming? Kowalski: I got 'em, they were stuck in the lining of my coat. **The ride.** [Fraser is in one car talking to Muldoon] Fraser: Surrender Muldoon. Your ammunition is spent. You have nowhere to go. Muldoon: I still have this nerve gas, Benton. Fraser: You recognize me? Muldoon: Something clicked in that hotel room. Made me think of your father. And you know he didn't get me and I don't believe you will either. Fraser: You know I'll never give up? Muldoon: Well that would make two members of your family that I've killed then. Oh your Father didn't tell you? That's negligent parenting that is. Your father wanted to arrest me but I had this shot gun. An ugly affair passed down from an uncle. Your Mother was a pretty woman, Benton but when I shot her, she dropped like a big old sack of potatoes. **Other part of the Fairground** Vecchio: Nice job. Kowalski: Thanks. Vecchio: Go. Kowalski: What? Vecchio: You want me to go? Kowalski: No, no I can go. **The ride** [Muldoon sets a nerve gas Bomb.] Muldoon: 60 seconds you've got 60 seconds and then the nerve gas blows. [He runs off and Fraser and Thatcher climb toward the bomb.] Muldoon [to one of his men]: Give me the gun, give it too me. **Back with Kowalski and Vecchio - running after Muldoon.** Vecchio: How the hell did we ever work this with Fraser? Kowalski: Don't know, go. **The ride- diffusing the bomb** Fraser: We're going to have to bridge this contact and cut these wires while upside down. Thatcher: 35 seconds, let's synchronies our breathing. Fraser: Ready? One... Thatcher: Two... Fraser: Three. [They cut the wire. Meanwhile Muldoon is pointing a gun at Fraser. Vecchio notices and runs out to shoot Muldoon. Muldoon shoots Vecchio and runs off. Vecchio falls to the ground] **Hospital waiting room** [Frannie emerges from Vecchio's room] Frannie: Err, they don't really know whether I mean it's still, it's still, in him. You can go in and see him if you want but he's still out. Fraser: Francesca. I've been thinking about what you said about our, err, and I errr, I know I don't often say, umm, I mean I'm not particularly skilled at expressing, Kowalski: Frannie he likes you. Frannie: I know. Fraser: I'm glad. **Hospital room** Bob: So you found out son? Fraser: Why didn't you tell me? Bob: It seems misguided now but you were so young at the time, just a young boy. I was full of rage I didn't want to pass that to you. I wanted to protect you. Fraser: He killed my Mother. I would have done the same. Bob: I hope not Ben, I hope you never get a chance to find out. Vecchio: Still talking to yourself, Benny? Fraser: Ray. Vecchio: It's just a flesh wound. God, I've been waiting all my life to say that. It's not as much fun as I thought it would be. Just like old times huh? Fraser: Unhappily yes. Vecchio: Do you Mounties still always get your man? Fraser: We try to yes. Vecchio: Go get him Benny. **Outside in the waiting room** Kowalski [on phone]: Yeah, Yeah. [to Fraser] It's for you. Fraser: Yes I see, tight. Thank you kindly. [Hangs up] That was Constable Turnbull. Frobisher has questioned some of Muldoon's known associates and apparently whenever he's in this vicinity he uses a small airstrip known as Trumble Fields. Kowalski: So what, we still partners? Fraser: If you'll have me. **Air strip** Pilot: Chicago Ground Control, Whiskey Tango Bravo one niner requesting taxi clearance for runway three. [Bang] Muldoon: What the hell was that? Guy with Muldoon: Metal Fatigue. **On top of the plane hanging on to the wing** Fraser: Are you all right? Kowalski: You know being your partner has certain drawbacks. Fraser: Such as? **27th Precinct** Welsh: All right we got a major smuggler who deals in dangerous weapons. They have an unknown buyer and an unknown objective. 'kay keep your ears to the ground and work your snitches. Just remember we've got two missing officers out there. There'll be no vacations, there'll be no leave. Frannie: And no sleep for anybody. Which means we work 24 hours a day 8 days a week which comes out to exactly 11 thousand five hundred and 20 minutes every week. We're going to break out the plastic hoses on this one guys. We want these suspects sweating between the ears we. . . The floor is yours Harding. Welsh: All right let's get to work. Huey, Dewey, You talk to the guy we picked up at Oldcart Trucking. Any word on your brother? Frannie: Well they moved him onto another ward, but he's still got a bullet in him. Welsh: Lucky guy. Frannie: He's still got a bullet in him. Welsh: It didn't kill him, did it? That was a golden bullet. The world's his oyster now. He'll retire, full pension, do anything he wants to do. Vecchio: Any word from them? Frannie: Ray Welsh: Vecchio. **Inside the plane** Kowalski: We're in trouble aren't we, Fraser. Fraser: Well. Bob: Throw him a bone son, something encouraging. Fraser: Yes we are in big trouble Bob: That's encouraging? [Fraser unties his wrists] Kowalski: What are you doing.. do mine do mine. Fraser: All in good time. First of all we need to determine where this aircraft's destination is. Kowalski: We already know that Fraser. Death. The destination is death. Now do mine come on. Fraser: Can I borrow your chewing gum? Kowalski: Why? Fraser: I'm going to stick it in my ear. Please. [Kowalski spits out gum] Kowalski: I don't get you. We're stuck in a plane and you're making some arts and crafts wire sculpture type thing. Fraser: No no no, what I'm going to attempt to do is to intercept some of the binary information from the airplane's communication system. Kowalski: With my old gum? [buzzing and beeping] Fraser: We're in luck! Muldoon was in the process of organizing a rendezvous. My guess is that it's connected to the second stage of the plans. Kowalski: How do you get that from a piece of wire and some gum? Fraser: That's not important. What is important is that we now have to co ordinates for the rendezvous 70 degrees north by a hundred and twenty five degrees west. If memory serves me correctly that's Franklin Bay. Kowalski: That's not important, what is important is when you and I get tossed out of the plane onto an ice field. Fraser: Well that too. But rest easy I have no doubt that Inspector Thatcher is organizing a rescue party even as we speak. **Consulate** Thatcher: The car is ready and the flight leaves in exactly 72 minutes. Turnbull: Sir, I'm nervous You see I've never flown before. Quite frankly I've never been more than 10 stories off the ground. This airline you've chosen.. Is it reputable? Thatcher: Rest easy Constable, it's the only airline that matters. **Air Canada plane** Voice of Flight Attendant: Chicken? Fish? Full body massage? Voice of Turnbull: You're absolutely tight sir... no other way to go. **Interrogation room.** Vecchio: You ever heard of the Iguana family? Guy: Yeah Vecchio: How about Armundo Languistini? Guy: The bookman? Of course I mean In my line of work that's a guy you look up to. I mean he'd kill you for a parking spot. Vecchio: What would you think about a guy who got on the wrong side of Armondo Langusitini? Guy: I'd say the guy's pretty stupid.[Vecchio throws down his ID on the table.] You're the bookman? Huey: Uh hum. Guy: You mean I'm- Huey: Yep. Guy: Ok, Muldoon met this guy a couple of times, the buyer Vecchio: Give me the name. Guy: I'm bad with names wait wait wait he had like a code, a code name, one seven F O C seven six. **Bolt's plane** Kowalski: I think I can take him. Fraser: Ray, patience. Kowalski: This is no time for patience.. Look all I got to do is show him a little face.. Fraser: Ray! Kowalski: It's OK don't sweat it don't sweat it, I'll do it your way. Fraser: All right. Kowalski: Excuse me henchmen It would be very much appreciated if you were to throw down your weapons of mass destruction and surrender yourselves to my partner and myself. Ok. Dolphin boy... [Thug slaps Kowalski] Henchman: He always like this? Fraser: Well I'm sorry, he's somewhat impulsive and I think that what he actually wanted to say, Ray? [Fraser and Kowalski head butt the henchmen] Fraser: Dolphin boy? Kowalski: This isn't going to hold them for long. Remind me Fraser, is there some sorta thing about shooting a gun off in a plane? Fraser: Well that depends on the altitude. If you're up high enough any puncture of the airplane's skin can cause a massive depressurization Just imagine you're a bowling ball being sucked through forty yards of garden hose. **Squad room** Huey: 1 7 F O C 7 6 ho foc. Dewey: Hey watch how you say that, this might not fly on television. Welsh: Shut up, we're getting nowhere fast here. Frannie: We've got to be on the wrong track. Vecchio: Track, track, train Welsh: What train? Vecchio: Train track, train train look I got it. 1. 7. 7. 6. Seventeen seventy six. The war of independence. F. O. C. Father's of Confederation. We've tangled with these clowns before. Welsh: Yeah but the Bolt brothers are both doing life in the Federal Pen. Vecchio: Well then let's run down all their visitors, who came, when they came, where they went. **Prison meeting room** Randolf Bolt: An extended family is a good thing isn't it Cyrus? Bolt: Yes it is Cousin Randolph, it is indeed. **27th Precinct** Frannie: One visitor in the last month. Cyrus Bolt. Cousin on his father's side right out of Idaho. Welsh: We got his whereabouts? Dewey: ATF crime data has Cyrus Bolt. Checked into the Meridian two weeks ago. He hasn't checked out. Welsh: Pick him up. **Plane** Kowalski: You got a plan? Fraser: That I do. We're going to jump. Kowalski: Out of the airplane? Fraser: Well it's either that or they shoot us. Bob: It happened to me, it's not so bad. Fraser: This stuff ought to keep us warm. Kowalski: All right toss me a parachute. Fraser: Well you know that's the really exciting thing about this plan Ray, there are no parachutes. Muldoon(from cockpit): Open that damned door. Fraser: The snow is bottomless so it should be well it should be like falling into a duvet. Kowalski: Yeah I'm going to take my chances here. Muldoon(From cockpit): Blow it off it's goddamned hinges. Fraser: Ray look turtles. Kowalski: Turtles? [Fraser pushes him out of the plane.] Fraser: See you at the rendez vous gentlemen. [jumps out of plane] Muldoon: You're dead, Benton. **In a snowy waste land there are two body shaped imprints in the snow.** Fraser: Ray You all right? Kowalski: I'm under 30 feet of snow how can that be all right? Fraser: Well you're alive, start digging. [Fraser and Kowalski appear out of the snow... Fraser is grinning inanely] Kowalski: You break your face or something? Fraser: Not that I'm aware of. Kowalski: Look we're hundreds of miles from nowhere in a frozen wasteland and you're grinning like an idiot. Fraser: I'm home. **27th precinct** Bolt: You ever hear of the United States Constitution second amendment? Welsh: A well regulated militia being necessary for the security of a free state. The right of the people to keep and bare arms shall not be infringed. Bolt: Now you drag me in here to answer to your nancy boy laws just because I happen to have a couple of guns? Vecchio: A couple of guns? huh... how about 600 grenade launchers, 1000 assault rifles 450 flame throwers and an unknown number of small arms. Bolt: So I'm a sportsman. Lawyer- And a licensed arms dealer with a well regulated militia. All perfectly legal. Vecchio: A well regulated militia? How about a bunch of losers running through the woods with enough fire power to flatten the Seers Tower? Bolt: You ever seen a maggot crawl? Welsh: I'll crush you you mo, book him, book him. Lawyer: I'll talk to a judge You'll be out in no time. Welsh: You know sometimes a villain gets lost in the system. Even the lawyers can't find 'em for a few days Vecchio: Human tragedy Sir. Welsh: Yeah. **Tundra** Kowalski: Fraser I'm not up to this. My idea of health is a cup of coffee without sugar. I'm not fit. I mean I'm fit, I'm city fit I'm just not snowshoe fit. Bob: Got to keep going son. Fraser: Got to keep going Ray. Bob: Track the weasel to his lair. Fraser: Muldoon's rendezvous is two days from now. We take a direct route we should be able to intercept him. Kowalski: Hang on a minute, hang on a minute. Two days from here? Fraser: That's right. So weight forward, heels up, place it on your toes and away we go. Kowalski: Where are we going to sleep? Bob: Sleep?? When I went after Muldoon I went full out. Eight days and eight nights I slept on my feet. **A dog sled arrives at a cabin** Turnbull: Was that exciting or what Sir? Thatcher: Worst four hours of my life. Turnbull: Here we go, sorry, sorry. Frobisher: Meg Thatcher! Perfect timing. Just firing up a little moose hock wrapped in wild boar tongue smothered in gorgonzola cheese. Thatcher: Delightful. Buck Frobisher this is Constable Turnbull, Constable Turnbull, Buck Frobisher. Frobisher: Good to see you. Thatcher: So Buck, you only have dog sleds here, no snowmobiles? Frobisher: Snowmobiles take gas Inspector. Turnbull: I thought you had gas, Sir. Frobisher: Oh we have plenty of gas son, just why waste it? Just throw down some tallow for the dogs and they run forever. Dief? Throw some tallow down for the dog willya? Turnbull: Speaking of tallow Sir, I've gotta half a mind to strap on the old feed bag myself. Thatcher: Yes Turnbull, you have got half a mind. What I need is a good hot bath. Frobisher: Well nothing in the way of a both here. Never felt the need for it myself. Though there are people who do go outside and roll around in the snow. Burnt or well done? **Campsite** Kowalski: Fraser do you ever get the feeling that you're you know, lost? Fraser: No, a quick look to the stars or the sun, you can always find your location. Kowalski: No I don't mean where you are, I mean who you are. Fraser: Oh, when I first came to Chicago I felt as though I was from another planet. Kowalski: Which you are. Fraser: Which I have come to accept. Everything was unknown and at times frightening. And I felt as though I was an explorer, an urban explorer. Kowalski: Urban Explorer. Fraser: I remember one time we were on a stakeout and I was trying to explain the sense of other worldliness to the detectives, and I was telling the story of Sir John Franklin who set out to discover the North West Passage. But I realised as I was telling the story that they'd fall into [Fraser notices Kowalski fell asleep] Bob: The yank won't survive this son. You might have to you know leave him in the snow. Fraser: Do you ever listen to yourself? To what you're actually saying? Bob: I know. I can't help, it Muldoon is tearing at me, I can't sleep, can't eat. Fraser: You can't sleep or eat because you're dead. You're also very pale. I can practically see through you. Bob: Oh track of the northern lights. Find him. After we sleep, we need sleep. Except me of course. **27th Precinct-Interview room** Bolt: Nobody locks up Cyrus Bolt and lives to see their grandchildren. Vecchio: Yeah well it's a big building with a big system. Mistakes happen. Stella: This is Mr. Bolt's release order. Bolt: Ha! Lawyer: Mr. Bolt Bolt: Step aside you ineffectual piss-ant. Welsh: Just what is this big deal you got cookin'? Bolt: Bigger than you have the capacity to imagine. Welsh: I want somebody on that guy day and night. Dewey: I got the days. Huey: I got the nights. [Everyone leaves except Vecchio and Stella.] Vecchio: I'm sorry, I don't think I've had the pleasure. Stella: Stella, Stella Kowalski. Vecchio: Ray Vecchio. The real Ray Vecchio. **Tundra** Kowalski: Fraser can we take a nap? Fraser: Soon Ray. Kowalski: Soon when? Fraser: As soon as we get over that. [points to a mountain] **On the mountain** Fraser: Just relax Ray. Kowalski: I can't Fraser: Just look above you. Kowalski: I can't Fraser: One hand after another. Kowalski: I can't [falls] Fraser: I got you, I got you. Kowalski: Jeez you know ease up on my underwear. **Airport** [Bolt gets onto a plane. Huey and Dewey follow in a car] Huey: Ow. [Picks up cell phone and dials] **Frobisher's cabin** Frobisher: [phone rings] Hello Welsh's voice: Inspector Thatcher? Frobisher: She's up to her beautiful neck in hot water, Welsh's voice: We've been tracking Cyrus Bolt. He just took off for Tuktoyuktuk. We think he's in round for a meeting with Muldoon destination unknown. Perhaps you could pass that on to her. Frobisher: Will do. [Thatcher in bath behind curtain. Turnbull has a blindfold on and is holding soap/ back brush etc etc.] Thatcher: Turnbull I need a towel. [Turnbull opens curtain to the amusement and hilarity of the watching Mounties as they view Thatcher in her full glory.] **Halfway up mountain.** [Kowalski is swinging in hammock] Kowalski: Ha ha ha I like this Fraser, This reminds me of a swing set I got when I was a kid. Fraser: Ray. Kowalski: Wheeeee Fraser: Ray. Kowalski: Wheeeee Fraser: Ray, Ray. Kowalski: Wheeeee Fraser: Ray! Bob: Hypothermia son? Fraser: Possibly. [to Ray] Put your legs in the hammock it's time to go to sleep. Here, wrap up. Kowalski: Anything you say, Fraser, buddy buddy calamari. Bob: Is the yank going to make it? Kowalski: Chicky chicky.. Fraser: I don't know. Kowalski: My ass is numb. Fraser: I don't know. Kowalski: Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. **Morning** Fraser: Ray Ray Ray... Oh dear. **Frobisher's cabin** [Frobisher, Thatcher and Turnbull are all in a bed. Phone rings] Frobisher: Frobisher here. Welsh's voice: Inspector Thatcher. Frobisher: She's up to here pretty neck in Mounties. Hold the line. Thatcher: Thatcher. Welsh's voice: Yes Bolts plane never made it to Tuktoyuktuk he dropped out of sight south of there around Franklin Bay. Thatcher: Franklin Bay. hardly a precise location. **Mountain** [Kowalski is strapped to Fraser's back.] Bob: You're mother and I were once trapped in a terrible blizzard on the way to Resolute to pick up supplies. I thought I was done for, your mother too. We still looked a lot better than the yank does now. Fraser: What did you do? Bob: I pushed on through the cold and the pain. Kept each other going. Fraser: Because that's what partnership is all about. Kowalski: Fraser. You got this hypothermia thing? Because you seem to be talking to yourself. Fraser: Possibly. Kowalski: Ok Fraser just listen to me you've got to push on through the cold and the pain and keep going 'cause that's what partnerships all about. There are red ships and green ships but there's no ships like partnerships. Fraser: Ray you're starting to blither... ready? Kowalski: I'm cold and my back is hurting from the weight of this. **Mountie outpost** Frobisher [on a horse]: Move out! **Mmountaintop** Kowalski: Top of the world ma! Top of the world. Fraser: That's a wonderful movie. Jimmy Cagney, Virginia Mio White heat. 1949 Wooo hoooo! Kowalski: Look Fraser, I just climbed my first mountain. I need a moment to triumph. Fraser: Oh Ray, of course well, please, go ahead, Ray. That was good. Now let's see what we're going to do about getting down. Kowalski: Down? I love down. Down is a piece of cake, down is fun, down is great down is. Fraser: Stop! Down is dangerous. This is an ice field they were going to drop us on. Fissures abound. Move slowly. Kowalski: Fissures? Fraser: Yeah, deep cracks in the ice, frequently snow covered. Kowalski: The ice is full of deep cracks? Is that what you're telling me? Fraser: Yes. Now Franklin Bay is that way, you know Ray, you have to think of an ice field like well a mine field now if you--- Kowalski: A mine field? [Fraser and Kowalski fall down the mountain] Fraser: No no Ray hold on Ray.... Kowalski: Arghhhh [and land in a fissure, hip to hip] Fraser: You all right? Kowalski: Oh yeah, I'm stuck. Fraser: Yeah. Kowalski: Where are we? Fraser: We're trapped. Kowalski: You're going to get us out right? You're going to use some of that northern folk law stuff and get us out right? Fraser: Not this time we are well and truly trapped. Give me your gun. [Sticks a red rag in the end of it and fires it] All right now we just have to wait and hope that, that in this vast unpopulated untravelled wilderness that somebody sees it. Kowalski: And if nobody notices it? Fraser: Then we die. Kowalski: Ahh **27th precinct** Vecchio: Well for all we know they could be well they could be stuck in a block of ice somewhere or something. I'm, it's not that I care. Stella: You care. Vecchio: Do you think so? Stella: Uh hu. I think you have a generous heart. Vecchio: Well thank you Stella Welsh and Frannie: Oh please. **The crevasse** Kowalski: You know when I add it all up, I only got one regret. That I never went on any err kind of real adventure. Fraser: You don't consider being trapped 200 feet down an ice crevasse an adventure? Kowalski: No no no. More like errr finding the err you know err the top of the Nile, or the tomb, king Tut's tomb, dating a supermodel, or Franklin; what the hell is Franklin, why did I think of Franklin? Fraser (laughs): In 1845 Sir john Franklin set off in search of the Northwest passage with two boats the, Arabus and the Terror, and he was last seen navigating Peel Sound July 26. Kowalski: Nobody found him? Fraser: No no no. Many went in search of his hand reaching for the Beauford Sea, but none found him. Kowalski: I get out of this, I live through this, gotta find that hand, I gotta find that reaching out hand. Fraser: It might be the hand of death. Kowalski: Yeah, well, I've faced death. Fraser: And what did you do? Kowalski: I sang. Of course it was Abba so it sort of spoilt the the romantic effect but yeah, I sang. Fraser: Then we should sing. Kowalski: What SOS? Fraser: No Fraser, singing:
Delmar [dropping into the crevasse upside down]: Benton? Fraser: Delmar! Delmar: How you doing? Fraser: Oh you know, a bit stuck. Delmar: It's good to see you. It's been what, since grade four? Fraser: Yeah at least. Delmar: God I loved grade four. So you boys want out or are you OK where you are? Kowalski: Out out would be good Fraser: Yeah. Delmar: OK. Kowalski: Grade 4? Fraser: He was held back a bit. **Out of the Cravasse** Delmar: Err Well I guess I'll be getting on my way. Fraser: Thank you kindly Delmar. Where are you heading anyway? Delmar: Further North. Yeah got to get out of this wilderness rat-race. Yeah country's getting too crowded. Couple of hunters over at Krojan? valley, there's some guys with heavy armaments over at Diamond Head, and 10,000 feet up on Mount. Supine, there's a soccer team eating each other. Kowalski: Would you mind repeating that? Delmar: Yeah there's an Argentine Soccer team there eating themselves up. Kowalski: No not that the part about the heavy weaponry. Delmar: Diamond head? Yeah all decked out in black, snowmobiles the whole thing. Anyway Benton, good to see you. Fraser: You too Delmar. Delmar: Ah grade four ahh sticks with me like a bowl of gruel. Be safe. Fraser: You too. Kowalski: They all like that around here? Fraser: Like what? I mean the territory's largely unpopulated. Kowalski: Like grizzly Adams kinda, kinda nutty like that. Fraser: Well for the most part yes. Delmar: Oh Benton - there's a bunch of Mounties over at King's Creek. Bob: King's Creek son, gotta get to King's Creek Fraser: King's Creek Ray. Kowalski: So what, we're changing plans? Fraser: Yes we've got to get the rendez vous co ordinates to Buck at King's Creek. [Fraser and Kowalski take sled ride down mountain] Frobisher: Well, men just in time. I'm firing up a little moose hock. Fraser: Delicious meal sir. Frobisher: Ah, thank you. Fraser: We should be able to make Bolt's rendez vous by midday tomorrow. Frobisher: Umm yes is he around here by any chance? Your father I mean. Fraser: Oh no. You know he never told me. About my mother.. Frobisher: So what are you saying, that he was a flawed individual? That he failed your mother, failed you? He was half mad with grief Benton. He did what he could. He did what he knew. Fraser: He became a murderer. Frobisher: Muldoon laughed at him, laughed in his face. Don't be too harsh on him. Kowalski: I'm not sure about this rendez vous. I mean we only got half a dozen Mounties. They've got forty armed men the odds are kinda funky. Frobisher: Well it isn't any good if there's no challenge. Well I think I'll go lay down some tallow for the dogs. [farts] Oh Diefenbaker, bad manners, hounds these days. Kowalski: So if we live through this err we get back to Chicago I guess you'll partner up with Vecchio. That's ok 'cause he's err a good guy you worked with him for a while. Fraser: You know Ray, my father and Buck Frobisher were partners for more than 20 years. Their territory was thousands of miles sometimes they wouldn't see each other for months. No matter how far apart they were they always knew that they were partners. Kowalski: I'm not sure if you're-- Thatcher: Fraser Fraser: Duty. Kowalski: Barks Thatcher: I've been thinking about the matter of our transfer. You know I look out at this cold, barren, empty landscape, where any mistake could be your last, where you're surrounded by endless moles of silence with only yourself for company and I, and I can't think of a life less appealing. But obviously it's where you belong. Fraser: Yes Sir, I think it is. Thatcher: So then this could be our. Fraser: Possibly. Thatcher: Then maybe we should. [Cut to Frobisher howling] **Morning. Frobisher rallies the men** Frobisher: They have called this day the eleventh of March. And whom-so-ever of you gets through this day unless you are shot in the head or somehow slain you will stand a hipnal when e'er you hear the name again and you will get excited at the name March the eleventh. We happy few, we few, we band of brothers our names will be as like household names. Those who are not here be they sleeping or doing something else, they will feel themselves - sort of crappy. Because they are not here to, to join the fight. On this day March the eleventh! [Turnbull cries] Frobisher: Move out [Fraser sticks a note in Dief's collar] Fraser: Go. [to Frobisher] I've sent for reinforcements, just in case. Frobisher: Good thinking Fraser. Bob: We're going to get him Caroline. I promise you. I promise. **27th Precinct** Stella [about Frannie and Welsh marching up and down]: You're making me dizzy. Vecchio: [to Stella]: You're making me dizzy. Frannie: No, it's the not knowing that's making me crazy. Welsh: Knowing those two they could be standing in the middle of a frozen lake staring at a map. **Standing in the middle of a frozen lake staring at a map.** Kowalski: You sure this is the place? Fraser: Well these are the co ordinates. 125 degrees West by 75 degrees north. Kowalski: What the hell was that? Fraser: Oh it's just the ice cracking beneath us. Kowalski: Ice cracking? Fraser: It's not uncommon Ray. It's caused by the ebb and flow this is a fjord that opens out into the sea. Kowalski: Why the hell would he want to meet here in the first place? I mean why wouldn't he want to deliver his guns in the warmth and safety of any American city? **Dief arrives at a cabin** Mountie: Hey Fella! **Frozen Fjord** Bob: Buck Frobisher: I wondered where you'd been. You're a little pale. Bob: I'm still dead Frobisher: Yes well, I'm having a hard time believing that. Bob: Well there you are then. Frobisher: That's another story, with my regrets. We'll get Muldoon, for Caroline Bob: For Caroline. Oh look out; trouble. Frobisher: What? Great Scott. Warm up Warm up. Husband your ammunition. Shoot to kill. Or alternatively to hurt them enough to wrap themselves up. [Ice shifts] Kowalski: That normal? Turnbull: It's perfectly natural Ray, You see the Bolt's submarine under the ice causes it to heave and crack. [Submarine appears] Fraser: Hold on! In answer to your previous question Ray, It would appear that Mr. Muldoon is delivering an upper class Russian Nuclear Submarine to Mr. C. Bolt. Frobisher: Retreat and report. Kowalski: What would Bolt want with a Nuclear submarine? Fraser: To hold the planet to ransom I should imagine. Bolt: All right, go! [Fraser and Kowalski board submarine] **Ice field** Thatcher: What about ammunition? Frobisher: We'll run out of course. It's to be expected in a fire fight. But we have plenty of moose hock on the sled. How's that play? Thatcher: We're going to need those reinforcements. Bolt: All right let's kill some Mounties. Fire! Turnbull: I'm too young to die. Frobisher: Hang on my squad. Thatcher: It's the reinforcements! [Mounties parachute in, with Dief] Frobisher: Air Mounties it's their latest thing. **Submarine** Fraser: Muldoon. **Ice field** AirMountie#1: Gentlemen please hold your fire you are surrounded. AirMountie#2: Excuse me please sir could you? Bolt: Fight you scum fight! Damn! Mountie: Go go go! Move it, move it, move it. Bolt: Pep note to myself- Never try to raise an army of liberation from a bunch of potato farmers from Idaho. Fraser [jumping onto a horse]: Wish me luck. Kowalski: That you don't need. [Fraser chases after Muldoon] Fraser: Ha ha ha ha ha. It's the end of the road Muldoon. Muldoon: Looks like you picked up your Dad's DNA for determination. [Muldoon and Fraser fall down a mine shaft.] Like I was saying you don't quit do you? Fraser: I don't give up ever. Muldoon: Well I would consider that a character flaw if I were you, because I'm now going to have to kill you with my bare hands. Bob: You won't be doing any more killing. Muldoon: Who said that? Bob: Remember back 29 years, Six Mile Canyon. Muldoon: Bob Fraser, you were shot. You're dead. Bob: So are you. Muldoon: Bob this can't be real. Bob [shoots his gun]: It's real enough. Fraser: How can he see you? Bob: Because I want him to. You, you cross a Mountie he'll hunt you to the grave. He'll hunt you from beyond the grave. Fraser: Dad, stop. This was wrong 29 years ago and it's wrong now. Bob: Well what am I doing here son? Fraser: I think you've been given a chance to try and get it right. Bob: You'll take him in? Fraser: Oh yes. Bob: There is one thing I'd like to do. Muldoon: And what would that be? [Bob punches Muldoon] Bob: O don't know why anyone ever does that. Lord that hurts. [to Fraser] What? Fraser: You're fading. Bob: I've solved my last crime. I've caught my last man. No reason to stick around. Fraser: It's just I, I thought you were permanent. Bob: Oh son, nothing's permanent. [Fraser nods... Caroline appears] Bob: Caroline Fraser: Mum.. [Caroline strokes her son's hair back and smiles at him. There are tears in Ben's eyes. Caroline takes Bob's hand and leads him into the light. They disappear.] The voice of Benton Fraser Of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police: And life continues. Detectives Jack Huey and Thomas Dewey realised their dream of the one liner. Dewey: What do you call a fish with no eyes? FSHHH [Drum Roll by Huey] And their comedy club played the marginal houses for a long time. Constable Turnbull decided to run for public office. Turnbull: Oh ho hello But his campaign got off to a rocky start when he was run over by his campaign bus. Turnbull: Arrrggghhhh! My old partner, Ray Vecchio, did indeed cough up the golden bullet, and he and Stella moved to Florida where they opened up a bowling alley. Francesca Vecchio made the cover of Life Magazine with a record 6 immaculate conceptions, and she loved her babies as though they were her own. Lieutenant Welsh stayed behind his desk because that was where he belonged. Reporter: And now for the international news: Inspector Thatcher transferred to the Canadian Security Intelligence Service where she was instrumental in the destabilization and overthrow of several of the world's dictators. Reporter: The Ice Queen. And as for Ray, or should I say Stanley Kowalski, Sergeant Frobisher geared us up with tack and tallow and lead by Diefenbaker we set off, Ray and I, on an adventure. And when we looked below he saluted. Frobisher: Godspeed Benton. Sergeant Frobisher saluted and I saluted back. Kowalski: Franklin. And off we went to find the hand of Franklin. Reaching for the Beauford Sea. And if we do find his hand... The reaching out one... We'll let you know. **End** |