Regular Cast	Recurring Cast
FRASER	LOUISE ST. LAURENT
RAY	OVITZ
DIEFENBAKER	FRASER SR.
WELSH	GERRARD
ELAINE
Guest Cast
ATF AGENT McFADDEN*	AGENT
FBI AGENT BORLAND	ANNOUNCER
CONSTABLE TURNBULL	FIRST MARSHALL
NASH	SECOND MARSHALL

Episode #26 - "BIRD IN THE HAND" - Revised Pink
SETS

EXTERIOR-DAY	INTERIOR-DAY
ADJOINING ALLEY (HOTEL)	CHICAGO ARIPORT
ALLEY (HOTEL)	CHICAGO AIRPORT - CORRIDOR
COURTHOUSE	CHICAGO AIRPORT - CORRIDOR
NASH'S WAREHOUSE	CHICAGO AIRPORT - MEN'S ROOM
SPADINA HOTEL
CHICAGO AIRPORT - TERMINAL
CONSULATE - FRASER'S OFFICE
CONSULATE - RECEPTION
	NASH'S WAREHOUSE
	NASH'S WAREHOUSE - OFFICE
	POLICE STATION
	POLICE STATION - BULLPEN
	POLICE STATION - CORRIDORS
	POLICE STATION - STAIRWELL
	RAY'S CAR
	SPADINA HOTEL
EXTERIOR-NIGHT	INTERIOR-NIGHT
ABANDONED WAREHOUSE	ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - 3rd FLOOR
ALLEY (WAREHOUSE)	CONSULATE - RECEPTION
CANADIAN CONSULATE	DONUT SHOP
- NASH'S WAREHOUSE	POLICE STATION - WELSH'S OFFICE
POLICE STATION	SPEEDING BROWN SEDAN
	WAREHOUSE - ANOTHER ROOM

SCRIPT DAYS
Scenes Day/Night
1-7 DAY ONE
8-31A DAY TWO
32-64 NIGHT TWO
65 DAY THREE

PROLOGUE

FADE IN:

INT. CHICAGO O'HARE AIRPORT TERMINAL -- DAY

No faces, just a crowd of torsos, deplaning passengers. Through the very long lens we pick up a flash of gold in the crowd -- the badge of a U.S. Marshall. As it comes towards us it blurs out of focus.

INT. CHICAGO O'HARE AIRPORT TERMINAL -- CONTINUOUS

Feet appear through the crowd. Three men walk in lock step. The shoes of the men on either side give us a good indication that they belong to Marshalls. The shoes on the man between them are old and worn. An overhead speaker chants:

ANNOUNCEMENT: Welcome to Chicago O'Hare. Please have your customs declarations ready.

The feet cut out from the crowd. One of the marshalls slides a key in a lock

and pushes open a door marked 'ENTRY PROHIBITED."

INT. NARROWER CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS

The torsos round the corner and head down the hall. They pause at the door to a mens room One of the marshalls enters.

INT. SMALL MENS ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

The Marshall checks out the small windowless room. He yanks on the grill high in the wall to make sure it is secured tightly. He checks under the sink, then opens the lid on the back of the toilet and inspects it. He kneels beside the toilet and runs his hand behind it. He exits satisfied.

INT. NARROWER CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS

He opens the bathroom door and nods to his partner, who removes the prisoner's handcuffs. The prisoner enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The first Marshall takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and taps one out.

SECOND MARSHALL: You can't smoke in the terminal.

FIRST MARSHALL: Arrest me.

As he lights it up, we cut inside.

INT. SMALL MENS ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

The prisoner places the toilet lid carefully against the wall of the stall. He reaches into the tank and unscrews the float. The underside of the float reveals a strip of tape.

The tape is ripped off and we see that the float is slit. The prisoner splits it open and removes a baggie. Inside is a small roll of bills and some kind of tool.

CLOSE ON TOOL

He inserts the screw bit into the augured screw driver.

CLOSE ON THE HIGH GRILL

The first screw pops out with a single punch of the screw driver.

CLOSE ON THE FLOOR BY HIS FEET

The eighth screw lands beside the others. The prisoner stands the grate against the wall.

CLOSE ON THE SINK

He steps on the sink and he's gone.

INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL -- DAY

We follow right behind the prisoner as he walks to the front door, the camera rising from his feet up to the back of his head. He stops at the door and throws a glance back, and for the first time we see his face: it's GERRARD. A second later he's gone, and we hold on the empty frame.

FADE OUT:

END OF PROLOGUE

ACT ONE

FADE IN:

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- RECEPTION -- DAY

A BADGE is offered as identification. It reads DEPARTMENT OF THE TREASURY.

Angle to reveal two plain-clothed agents facing Fraser, who stands just outside his office door.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Special Agent McFadden, Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.

This is Special Agent Borland, FBI.

FRASER: I'm afraid Inspector Thatcher is out of town. I'm Constable Fraser,

Deputy Liaison Officer--

He's interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. Fraser looks and notices

CONSTABLE RENFIELD TURNBULL sitting at the reception desk, repeatedly clearing his throat as he pretends to work and not notice them. Dief lies under his desk. After three more throat clearings...

FRASER: (CONT'D) And this is Constable Turnbull, our new temporary

Assistant... Deputy Liaison Officer.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: (standing and offering his hand) Ah, sorry I didn't notice you.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Yeah.

Dief looks up at Fraser and lets out a little whimper.

FRASER: (long-suffering) ...And Diefenbaker.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: (nodding toward the door) Your office?

FRASER: Please.

Fraser motions them in. As he follows...

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: (calling after him) Would you like me to hold your calls?

FRASER: (having to return) Yes, I would appreciate that.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: What reason should I give?

FRASER: (returning) Sorry?

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: The Americans. (nodding to his office) Should I say

you're in a meeting?

FRASER: Yes, that would be good.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: So it's not a secret meeting.

FRASER: (returning) I'm sorry?

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: High-level, inter-agency, off-the-record?

FRASER: Not that I'm aware.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: Ah, good. (as Fraser re-enters) Of course, if it was, you shouldn't tell me. So, perhaps it is secret, and you just can't say. If that's the case, I understand.

FRASER: It's not the case.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: Ah. I understand.

He gives Fraser a conspiratorial wink. Fraser considers straightening this out, but gives up and enters, closing the door behind him, as the reception phone rings.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: (CONT'D) (into phone) Canadian Consulate, Liaison

Office... I'm sorry, but I can't tell you that either... He may have ordered lunch from your establishment and he may not have.

Ovitz heads by, nods towards Fraser's door.

OVITZ: Who's in there?

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: Where?

OMITTED

INT. FRASER'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS

Start CLOSE ON A MUG SHOT OF GERRARD in Fraser's hand.

FRASER: He was my father's best friend on the force. They went to the academy together. I've known him all my life.

FBI AGENT BORLAND: You had any contact with him since his incarceration?

FRASER: No.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: I imagine you wouldn't. I mean, the man killed your father, you're not going to just call him up and kick around old times.

McFadden seems to be trying to deliberately provoke a response.

FRASER: (beat) How can I be of assistance to you?

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: You seem very cool about this.

FRASER: Sgt. Gerrard is serving a life sentence. Whatever my feelings, they

ended with his imprisonment.

FBI AGENT BORLAND: Two months ago Gerrard reached out to one of your Crown attorneys, let it be known that he'd be willing to talk about his involvement in other criminal activities in exchange for making his life easier.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Apparently he had an arrangement with an American arms

Dealer named Lloyd Nash. It's a name that interested us.

FBI AGENT BORLAND: Last week, Gerrard was in transit to testify in front of a Grand Jury here. Two U.S. Marshalls picked him up in Toronto and flew him to O'Hare. Where he disappeared.

Agent McFadden pulls an evidence bag out of his pocket and drops it on Fraser's desk. In it is the augured screwdriver.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: He had help.

Fraser fingers the bag.

FBI AGENT BORLAND: We've been looking for him for seven days, we can't even find his shadow. As you said, you've known him all your life. We figured you might be able to help.

FRASER: (still cautious) I'd have to clear it through the Consulate.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Grand Jury convenes on Wednesday. We have one day to find him or Nash's never going to see the inside of a prison gate. That's our problem.

Your problem is, the man who killed your father is out there enjoying life. Clear it all you want.

McFadden takes the evidence bag and heads for the door. Borland offers his hand to Fraser.

FBI AGENT BORLAND: Anything you could think of, contacts he might have here,

Family members or friends we don't know about, we'd appreciate it.

Fraser nods as Borland exits. Fraser looks down at the mug shot on his desk.

It faces away from him. He fingers it around until Gerrard's eyes stare back at his.

INT. POLICE STATION BULLPEN -- DAY

Ray sits at his desk. A large pile of thick manilla folders thumps down onto

the desk in front of him, hand delivered by States Attorney Louise ST. LAURENT. Though her manner is professional, St. Laurent spits out her words as if she wants to spend as little time speaking to this worm as humanly possible.

ST. LAURENT: You're going to trial on the Turner Brothers case a week

Wednesday, I'm turning it over to Assistant States Attorney Hillard--

RAY: Stress-related vacation, is it?

ST. LAURENT: I've assured Hillard that you will have a complete and thorough

recollection of the details of the case, so as not to embarrass him on the stand, because if you embarrass him, you embarrass me, and you don't want to embarrass me. Read it.

She turns on her heel and disappears. Ray flips open the cover of the top

folder with the tip of his pencil. Fraser steps up.

FRASER: Busy?

RAY: (immediately standing) Nope.

Ray walks off.

ANGLE ON FILE CABINETS -- A SHORT TIME LATER

Ray pulls open a file drawer and fingers through it. Although Fraser can't help but act like Fraser, he is still disturbed by dark thoughts from what he assumed was a long-buried past.

RAY: Nash, Lloyd -- how do you get any respect as a criminal with a name like Lloyd?

FRASER: Is that a serious question, Ray?

RAY: No, Fraser. (still searching) This is the guy Gerrard's supposed to be testifying against?

Ray finds the file near the back of the drawers, flips open the file and reads.

FRASER: Apparently.

RAY: Lloyd P. Nash. Want to know what the "P" stands for?

FRASER: Is it pertinent?

RAY: Not even close. (running his gaze down the long list of indictments:)

Not hard to see why the States Attorney wants him so bad -- indictments: seven, convictions: zero. (still reading) Seems key witnesses had a way of disappearing just before each trial.

FRASER: Where can we find him?

Ray crams the file back in at the front of the drawer.

RAY: Come on.

Ray shoves the cabinet closed, the file still sticking half out, and exits.

Fraser opens the cabinet, removes the file and places it neatly in its proper spot. Ray returns.

RAY: (CONT'D) You keep doing that and nobody will be able to find anything.

FRASER: Sorry.

Fraser closes the drawer and exits with Ray.

EXT. NASH'S WAREHOUSE -- DAY

As Ray and Fraser get out of the car and head for the warehouse:

RAY: So here's the plan: good cop, bad cop.

FRASER: And I play...?

RAY: Take a guess. We go in, you tip your hat and curtsy, I threaten to burn his warehouse to the ground if he doesn't turn over Gerrard. None of which will do any good.

FRASER: Why's that, Ray?

RAY: Fraser, use your head: if Gerrard is supposed to be testifying against

him, you think Nash's really going to tell us where he is?

FRASER: It never hurts to ask, Ray.

RAY: Now that's not true. Sometimes it hurts very much to ask. People tend to shoot bullets at you for asking questions like this.

INT. NASH'S WAREHOUSE -- DAY

Several THUGS unload wooden gun crates from the back of a truck as NASH watches.

NASH: You say this guy Gerrard is supposed to give testimony against me?

RAY: Don't play like you don't know. The question is, how much heat do you really wanna bring down on yourself, because I happen to have a pack of matches in my pocket.

NASH: Yeah, I noticed the bulge.

RAY: Good, you want to play. Let's start with what's in these crates?

NASH: Christmas decorations.

RAY: You have a permit for them?

NASH: In fact, I do. Why don't you pick up a warrant and I'll show it to you. Now, I suggest you and your friend step off my premises; it's not safe to be standing here. A bulb could burst.

RAY: (getting in his face) You know what's not safe--?!

Fraser steps in to stop the threats from escalating.

FRASER: We appreciate your time.

RAY: (to Fraser) Wait up one second, I just want to say one thing.

FRASER: I think Mr. Nash understands our position. I'm sure if it's in his

interest to cooperate, he'll do so. Did you give him your card, Ray?

Ray stares at Fraser.

NASH: No need. I have your number.

RAY: And I have yours, Lloyd. (to other thugs) Ask him what the P stands for.

Ray turns and walks out, followed by Fraser.

EXT. NASH'S WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

As Ray heads for the car, still wound up from his confrontation with Nash.

Fraser follows.

RAY: What did I tell you?

FRASER: When, Ray?

RAY: (digging into his jacket pocket) Waste of time and audio tape. As Ray pulls out his micro-recorder.

FRASER: You recorded the conversation?

As they get in the car:

RAY: My new policy, Fraser: anytime I go anywhere with you I record everything. Mainly because, if I have to go to court, no jury will ever believe the things that come out of your mouth. Why isn't this turning?

FRASER: You have to depress the red button, Ray.

RAY: I pressed the red button!

FRASER: Did you press play at the same time?

RAY: (more irritated) I pressed play at the same time!

FRASER: Let me look at it.

RAY: (now insulted) I know how to operate a tape recorder!

FRASER: I wasn't trying to suggest you didn't.

RAY: You asked if I pressed the red button!

FRASER: I only meant that sometimes it's the obvious things we overlook, Ray.

By way of example, it was obvious that Nash was still operating openly, in fact he appeared to be flaunting it.

RAY: (smacking the recorder) Buying guns isn't illegal, Fraser. It's smuggling them out of the country that'll get you arrested.

Ray's phone starts ringing, but he's so damn angry with the stupid recorder that he's banging it on the dash.

FRASER: Still, it's not the way one would expect a man to act if he was under threat of indictment. One could almost conclude he was trying to tell us something.

RAY: If he was trying to say something I would have heard it, Fraser. (snatching up cell phone.

Into it:) What?

INT. NASH'S WAREHOUSE (OFFICE) -- CONTINUOUS

Nash speaks into the phone as he looks out his office window toward Ray's car.

He's really enjoying this:

NASH: You still recording?

INTERCUT WITH CAR:

RAY: You're a very funny man, what do you want?

NASH: I made a call for you. The package you're looking for is at the Waverly Hotel, room 311.

Nash hangs up.

INT. RAY'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS

Ray stares at the phone a second, then flips it closed, perplexed and wary.

RAY: He just told us where to find Gerrard.

FRASER: Hm. Something isn't right here, Ray.

RAY: (starting the car) There's nothing right about this, Fraser. Nothing at all.

Ray throws the car into gear and we watch it drive away.

END OF ACT ONE

ACT TWO

FADE IN:

EXT. WAVERLY HOTEL -- DAY

Ray's car pulls to a stop at the curb.

RAY: If some guy was going to testify against you, would you tell the cops where he was?

FRASER: We've been through this, Ray.

Ray checks his gun as they get out and head for the hotel.

RAY: We're walking into a set up. We're going to knock on the door and a shot gun blast is going to remove a portion of my body that I'd rather not part with.

INT. HOTEL - HALLWAY -- DAY

Fraser and Ray come around the corner. Ray spots the room they're looking for and stops Fraser.

RAY: Wait.

Ray removes his back-up gun. Ray's tone is now more serious.

RAY: (CONT'D) Take this.

FRASER: I can't, Ray.

RAY: Listen, two will give you seven that Gerrard isn't even in there. But if we find him, and if he should put up a fight or try to escape...

Ray holds out the gun, trying to let the words go unspoken.

FRASER: (doesn't follow) ...Then we'll pursue him.

RAY: Yeah, but I might not be able to keep up, my ankle has been giving me problems. You understand?...

FRASER: Ah... Did you want to see a doctor?

RAY: The man killed your father. If he was to shoot at you, or make some

threatening move toward you...

FRASER: I would disarm him.

RAY: But if you had to defend yourself, if you had to discharge a weapon, and if Gerrard was killed... I'm just saying I would let people know it was self defense. You wouldn't have to worry that I would say it was something other than that.

A beat. Fraser finally understands.

FRASER: (sincerely) I appreciate that, Ray. But all I want is to see Gerrard returned to prison.

RAY: Okay. (beat) Okay. (puts his gun back) Let's say hello.

INT. WAVERLY HOTEL -- HOTEL ROOM -- DAY

They kick the door open and walk in. The window is closed, the room tidy and unoccupied.

RAY: I knew it was too good to be true.

Fraser looks out the window to see:

HIS POV -- THE ALLEY BELOW

Gerrard jumps off the bottom rung of the fire escape, landing on the pavement.

BACK TO SCENE

Fraser yanks open the window as Ray looks out.

RAY: I'll come in from the street!

Ray tears out the door as Fraser goes out the window.

EXT. ALLEY

Gerrard smashes the side window of a car parked in the alley. He jumps into the passenger seat and pulls the wires out from under the dash. As the ignition struggles to catch, he looks up through the windshield to see.

FRASER

leaps from the third floor to the second floor landing.

GERRARD

Breaks and runs. Fraser follows him around a corner.

A stake truck almost flattens Fraser. Fraser leaps onto the moving truck and

climbs up over its roof.

EXT. ADJOINING ALLEY

Gerrard scrambles around the corner. He throws a look back over his shoulder.

Suddenly Fraser drops out of the sky right in front of him. As Gerrard whips his head back, Fraser knocks him down with one wicked punch to the jaw.

GERRARD

hits the ground, breathing heavily. He turns and stares up at Fraser, masking his fear with a sardonic smile.

GERRARD: I never thought you'd be the one they'd send to kill me.

Fraser is momentarily stopped by this. He looks up as he hears Ray coming

around the far corner, a hundred yards away. Another sound makes Fraser look up at the rooftop. Suddenly Fraser dives on top of Gerrard and rolls him toward the junker, as a BULLET ricochets off the pavement.

RAY

looks around for the shooter - realizes the shots are coming from the roof.

A HIGH POWERED RIFLE

firing from a rooftop.

FRASER

pulls Gerrard in behind an old car as bullets punch holes in the metal.

RAY

scrambles up the fire escape.

THE SHOOTER ON THE ROOF

blows the car apart.

FRASER

grabs Gerrard's arm and makes a run for the street.

THE SHOOTER

squeezes off three more rounds, the bullets digging into the pavement behind

Fraser's heels.

RAY

scrambles up the fire ladder. He gets to the roof, throws his gun arm over and prepares to fire, but:

THE SHOOTER

is gone.

RAY

runs up to the spot where he saw the high powered rifle. All that he finds are spent shells. He looks over the edge into the alley.

HIS POV -- THE WRECKED CAR AND ALLEY BELOW

No sign of Fraser or Gerrard.

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- FRASER'S OFFICE -- DAY

Start CLOSE ON GERRARD'S wrists as Fraser binds them together.

GERRARD: A little tighter, I can still feel my fingers.

Fraser yanks the knot tight, securing Gerrard to the chair, then reaches for

his phone and dials.

FRASER: (into phone) Constable Fraser for Detective Vecchio, please, it's

urgent... If he calls in, will you tell him that I'm at the consulate? ... Thank you.

Fraser hangs up. Fraser kicks Gerrard's chair back onto its rear legs, throwing Gerrard up against the wall.

FRASER: (CONT'D) Who was shooting at you?

GERRARD: You brought them with you, you tell me.

FRASER: Nash.

Gerrard starts to laugh.

GERRARD: Nash? (derisively) You really don't know what's going on, do you?

FRASER: Who wants you dead?

GERRARD: Who sent you looking for me?

Fraser puts his boot on the front of Gerrard's chair and slams it back down onto all fours. He leans down close to Gerrard.

FRASER: Someone just shot at me, and he shot at my friend. I want to know what we've walked into.

GERRARD: What's wrong, Constable? People not behaving the way you want them to anymore? The good guys won't wear their white hats and the bad guys don't like black?

FRASER: I know all I need to know: you're going back to prison.

GERRARD: (a wry laugh) Oh, I don't think so, Ben. The moment you turn me

over, I'm dead. But you already guessed that much. You just don't know what it means.

FRASER: Look at who you're talking to. I don't give a damn.

GERRARD: See, I forgot for a moment who I was dealing with: you're Bob Fraser's son. I can't tell you the number of times he almost died bringing some low-life to justice. He'd give them his food, he'd carry them on his back-- men who had done unspeakable things, men he detested, men who'd tried to kill him; he never brought one back dead, because once they were his responsibility, he'd sacrifice himself before letting them die. That's what finally got him killed, you know. He was trying to bring me in, and he walked into a trap. You're cut from the same bolt. I don't have to tell you anything more than you already know -- and you'll go out there and lay down your life trying to protect me.

Gerrard smiles, gloating. When we cut back to Fraser we see his dad standing

beside him.

FRASER SR.: Shoot him, son. Shoot him right between those rat-like little

eyes.

Fraser gives his Father a look, turns and walks out of the room. Fraser Sr.

follows, calling after him.

FRASER SR.: Don't walk away from me, this is your father talking!

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- RECEPTION -- CONTINUOUS

As Fraser Sr. follows Fraser out the door. As his father talks, Fraser closes his office door.

Constable Turnbull is away from his desk, so they're alone.

FRASER SR.: (continuing) The bastard is sitting in there bragging about how he had me killed!

All I'm asking is that you do this one small thing for me - shoot him through

the stomach and let him bleed to death. Think of it as a son's gift to his father. You did forget my birthday.

FRASER: You were dead!

FRASER SR.: Still, one has feelings. Not even a card.

FRASER: I am not going to shoot him.

FRASER SR.: Now you're just being silly. Here, use my gun, they'll never be

able to trace it.

FRASER: We've been through this, it's imaginary. It shoots imaginary bullets.

FRASER SR.: It doesn't hurt to try, son. Just go pump a few into his torso, if it doesn't kill him, maybe he'll have a heart attack.

FRASER: (getting frustrated) You want me to try? Look.

Fraser aims at the desk lamp and blasts off three rounds of his father's gun -- a passing bureaucrat walks right through the line of fire -- nothing happens.

FRASER SR.: All right, all right, point's taken! Grab that lamp base there, we'll crack his skull and make it look like a freak lighting accident.

FRASER: A freak lighting accident??

FRASER SR.: Sure, happens all the time: lightening strikes the wires, sends a jolt through the line, the lamp hops up, hits his skull, splits it in two an there was nothing you could do to prevent it, it all happened so fast.

FRASER: Dad, I know what he did. It takes every bit of restraint I have not to grab him by the throat and choke the life out of him.

FRASER SR.: Sometimes you just have to go with an impulse, son.

FRASER: But I can't do that. And neither could you.

FRASER SR.: If I could pick up a lamp I'd sure as hell try!

FRASER: No you wouldn't.

FRASER SR.: I would!

FRASER: You're only saying that because you're dead and you know you can't.

FRASER SR.: Exactly! Which is why I need you to do it! If you really loved

me, son, you'd strangle him for me.

FRASER: (suddenly serious) No. If I really loved you I would have...

FRASER SR.: ...What?

Fraser hears footsteps pounding up the stairs, and he's saved from having to say something he clearly doesn't want to.

FRASER: ...Forget it.

Ray comes bounding up the stairs, out of breath.

RAY: Where is he?

FRASER: In my office.

RAY: Is he alive?

FRASER: Yes, Ray.

FRASER SR.: He'd shoot him for you if you asked. (off Fraser's look) Well, he would.

Diefenbaker trots up the stairs, ahead of Constable Turnbull.

FRASER: (to Ray) I'll be right back. (calls) Diefenbaker.

Fraser exits into his office, Dief following.

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- FRASER'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS

Fraser unties Gerrard's wrists.

FRASER: (to Dief) Watch him. If he tries to escape, tear out his throat.

Dief sits, staring at Gerrard as Fraser exits. Gerrard looks to Dief, who lets out a low snarl.

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- RECEPTION -- CONTINUOUS

Turnbull approaches as Fraser comes out and locks his office door.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: ...Anything I can help you with, Constable?

FRASER: In fact, there is. There's someone in my office, I can't tell you who.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: Ah. I understand.

FRASER: Don't let anyone in or out of that door.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: Not even myself?

FRASER: Especially not yourself.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: Consider it done.

Fraser heads off down the stairs. Ray looks back and forth, what's going on

here.

RAY: Wait a minute-- we're not taking him??

FRASER: (as he walks off) No, Ray.

RAY: (following) You want to explain this to me, Fraser?

Fraser Sr. brings up the rear.

FRASER SR.: Did I ever show you how to make a proper noose, son?

And they're gone.

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- FRASER'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS

Gerrard watches out the window. He looks back to Dief, then carefully picks up the phone. As he dials, we go to:

INT. POLICE STATION -- DAY

Fraser and Ray stand over Elaine as she finishes her phone conversation.

ELAINE: (into phone) Thanks. (hangs up) Three years ago, the A.T.F. got a

tip that Nash was taking a truckload of automatic weapons into Canada, some small border crossing upstate.

Somehow the F.B.I. got wind of it, too, and insisted on being in on the bust.

They stake out the crossing, Nash shows up, they arrest him and a couple of sidekicks and seize the truck. They suspected that someone had paid off the Canadian Customs officials, but all the Feds could do was report those suspicions to the RCMP.

FRASER: They called Gerrard.

ELAINE: It was his jurisdiction.

RAY: Nice arrangement. He bribes the border guards and the Feds ask him to

investigate his own crime.

ELAINE: Here's where it gets strange. Nash and his men were released the next day and no charges were ever brought.

RAY: (can't believe it) They had him cold with a truckload of weapons.

ELAINE: That's all she could tell me.

Ray looks up and sees:

HIS POV -- THROUGH THE STACKS

F.B.I. Agent Borland and A.T.F. Agent McFadden enter the bullpen. They don't

look happy.

BACK TO SCENE

RAY: (to Fraser) Oh, good -- now you can tell them that you found their

prisoner, but you'd rather not give him to them just yet.

FRASER: I'd rather avoid that, Ray.

RAY: Really, Fraser?

Borland and McFadden look to Ray's desk, see it's empty and head into Welsh's

office. Ray and Fraser see their chance and head out the side door.

INT. POLICE STATION CORRIDORS -- CONTINUOUS

As they head out:

RAY: Where are we going?

FRASER: Back to see Nash.

RAY: This is ridiculous! All Gerrard is doing is spinning you in circles. A con will tell you anything to stay out of prison, you know that.

FRASER: Someone tried to kill him, Ray.

RAY: Yeah! Nash!

FRASER: If Nash wanted him dead, he wouldn't have sent us there.

RAY: Maybe he wanted to kill us, too!

FRASER: What possible motive would he have for that?

RAY: Fraser, you are one of the most annoying people I know! There's lots of times I even want to kill you, and I'm your best friend!!

FRASER: Now that's just not true, Ray.

RAY: (stopping him) Listen to me, my friend. I don't know what he's up to,

but this Gerrard guy is playing you like a juke box, and he knows just what buttons to push.

Fraser considers this, but not for long before they hear:

ST. LAURENT: Vecchio!

Ray reacts – this is the last person he wants to see. Ray grabs Fraser's arm

and moves on.

RAY: Pretend you didn't hear that.

INT. POLICE STATION -- STAIRWELL -- CONTINUOUS

Ray and Fraser head for the door, but St. Laurent throws a look over the second floor railing and pins them.

ST. LAURENT: Detective Vecchio.

Ray slows, resigned to his fate.

RAY: I started reading them, I'm working my way through.

She catches up and walks and keeps pace with them:

ST. LAURENT: I'm sitting in my office, preparing to present a case to the Grand Jury, when two federal agents come in and inform me that you are withholding my key witness. Tell me why this information doesn't surprise me.

RAY: ...That's your case?

ST. LAURENT: That's my case.

RAY: (reading for the door) Well, I hate to contradict federal officials, but I haven't laid a hand on the witness in question.

FRASER: That would be me, ma'am.

ST. LAURENT: You have my witness?

FRASER: Yes.

RAY: (grabbing Fraser by he arm and dragging him out the door) --But he's on his way over to pick him up and bring him right back here.

FRASER: That's actually not tr--

Ray drags him out the door before he can finish his sentence.

EXT. NASH'S WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT

As Ray and Fraser get out of the car and head for the warehouse. Ray rips a

piece of paper off his small pad and hands it to Fraser.

RAY: Here -- pin this to your chest.

FRASER: (looking at it) It says, "I am mentally deficient".

RAY: Yeah, I want Nash to know this, so maybe he won't shoot us both.

FRASER: That's not going to happen, Ray. All I'm going to ask him to do is

tell the truth.

RAY: Will you pin it on?

FRASER: No.

RAY: Pin it on.

FRASER: No.

They enter the building.

INT. NASH'S WAREHOUSE -- OFFICE -- NIGHT

NASH: Why?

FRASER: Because I think you know it's in your own best interest.

NASH: (considers, then:) Let me tell you a story. I had a friend; a man who, unlike myself, dealt in the illegal weapons trade.

RAY: (sarcastic) Oh, dear, I wonder who this could be?

NASH: My friend had a very sweet set-up with someone in Canada, who helped him get his goods across the border. This went on for a number of years, all involved took a small cut, and were content with that. Until one night when things went bad. It was only later that he began to suspect that his Canadian friend had set him up, in order to make a larger profit.

RAY: All good reasons for your friend to want to kill said Canuck. Especially if this Canuck was about to testify against him.

NASH: It may be true that my friend would like to see this Canadian under some freshly turned soil, but not until after he gives testimony to the Grand Jury.

RAY: Fraser, give him the piece of paper, I think he should be wearing it.

NASH: When my friend took his truck to the border, it was full of very

expensive automatic weapons. When this same truck reached the federal impound, it carried only a few cheap hand-guns. While my friend was happy to be released with a slap on the wrist, he realized that someone had stolen from him.

RAY: You're trying to get us to believe that agents from A.T.F. and F.B.I.

stole your weapons?

NASH: My friend only knows that he's out a quarter million dollars. This is

not an expense his business can easily absorb. He would just like someone to pay, one way or another.

FRASER: So, you called the States Attorney.

NASH: My friend has a deep belief in the integrity of the justice system. He'd like to see it work.

EXT. NASH'S WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT

As Ray and Fraser hustle toward the car.

FRASER: Nash isn't the target of the Grand Jury. They're out to indict the

agents who were at the scene. That's who Gerrard is supposed to be testifying against.

RAY: (sarcastic) Oh, good, so now we're out to help some criminals bring down two arms of the federal government. (pulling out his micro-recorder) I'm so glad I have this on tape, because as soon as I get back, I'm selling it to Oliver Stone. (moans to tape recorder) No, don't do this to me.

As he smacks it on the roof of the car:

FRASER: Did you check the batteries?

RAY: (pissed) Fraser, how would you like to--

Ray's cell phone rings.

FRASER: Sorry, Ray.

RAY: (answers cell phone) Yes!... (suddenly solicitous) --Hello, Madame

States Attorney ... Yes, he's right here with me, but we're ... No, he hasn't quite .. What?! (dropping the act) Oh, come on, that's-- (beat) Yeah, I heard you... Yeah, I heard you!

Ray hangs up, furious.

FRASER: You really should let me explain it to her.

RAY: You'll get your chance. (pulling his cuffs out) You're under arrest for obstruction of justice.

FRASER: Oh. (re: tangled cuffs) Should I help you with those?

RAY: Just get in the damn car.

Fraser gets in, Ray closes the door behind him and we:

FADE OUT:

END OF ACT TWO

ACT THREE

FADE IN:

EXT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- NIGHT

Establishing.

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- RECEPTION -- NIGHT

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: (into phone) I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty to divulge that information.

INT. POLICE STATION -- WELSH'S OFFICE -- NIGHT

Welsh cups his hand over his ear so that he can hear the phone over the din in his office – Agents Borland and McFadden are being upbraided by States Attorney St. Laurent, as Ray paces anxiously. Fraser, the only one sitting, watches as if he was witnessing a tennis match. Dialogue overlapping:

ST. LAURENT: (at Borland) How could you be so stupid?!

WELSH: (into phone) All I want to know is if Gerrard is in Fraser's office or not.

FBI AGENT BORLAND: (to St. Laurent) We asked for his help, we didn't ask him to kidnap the guy!

ST. LAURENT: (to feds) Is that how the F.B.I. find all their criminals – by relying on helpful Canadians?!

RAY: (the smartass) It seems to have worked so far.

FBI AGENT BORLAND: (at Ray) You know, I've heard about you--

WELSH: (to St. Laurent) He won't tell me if he's there.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: For all we know he could be dead! I mean he certainly has a motive!

FBI AGENT BORLAND: (to Fraser) If he's there, tell him to put him on the

phone!

FRASER: I'm afraid he won't do that.

WELSH: (into phone) Fraser says to put him on the phone.

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- RECEPTION -- CONTINUOUS

Gerrard is now banging on the door.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: In order to do that, I'd have to confirm that someone is

here.

GERRARD: (O.S.) I have to use the bathroom, you moron!

BACK IN WELSH'S OFFICE

WELSH: (into phone) If there's no one there who is that yelling to use the

bathroom?!

AFT AGENT MCFADDEN: (re: Ray) That's it! I want him arrested for aiding and abetting!

WELSH: He said he never even saw the prisoner!

RAY: Which is true.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: He's complicitous! He knows where he is!

RAY: So do you! (to St. Laurent re: McFadden) I want him arrested.

ST. LAURENT: (to Feds) Just go over there, get Gerrard and bring him back!

FRASER: I'm afraid you can't do that, he's on Canadian soil and under my

protection.

ST. LAURENT: (to Welsh, re: Fraser) That's it! Lock him up!

RAY: You can't, he has diplomatic immunity!

FRASER: That's not quite true, Ray. While some consular officials are

accorded--

RAY: Shut up!

FRASER: Will do.

EXT. POLICE STATION -- NIGHT

Ray bursts out the door, heading for his car. He is not a happy guy. Fraser follows, pulling on his jacket.

FRASER: Thank you, Ray.

RAY: Don't talk to me. I'm in a bad mood.

FRASER: Sorry, Ray.

RAY: (immediately) You want to know why I'm in a bad mood?

FRASER: That would require-- (stops himself) --why, Ray?

RAY: I'm in a bad mood, because I'm not used to arresting people and then

immediately bailing them out! It's embarrassing. You saw those cops in lockup laughing at me? That's not a good thing, Fraser.

FRASER: Now that you mention it, I'm not entirely sure it's even legal.

RAY: You want to know what I found out or not?

FRASER: Sorry, go ahead.

RAY: I got a friend at the Bureau--

FRASER: Really?

RAY: Don't act so smug. He told me ever since Waco, the F.B.I. has been making a big noise about absorbing the A.T.F. The Bureau is looking to embarrass them any way they can. And ever since they heard about this case, the FBI have been walking around with big grins on their faces. All of which leads me to this conclusion: the more I know about this, the less sense it makes, so I don't want to know anything else!

ATF Agent McFadden leans in Ray's car window.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: I need to have a word in private.

RAY: Why?!

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: There's something you should know.

RAY: I don't want to hear it!!

FRASER: Ray...

RAY: Oh, Christ--

As Ray says something we can air on TV and opens his car door, we cut to:

INT. DONUT SHOP -- NIGHT

A Squad car screams to a stop, lights flashing. PAN with the cops as they jump out and head into the donut shop. McFadden, Fraser and Ray sit at a window booth, a half-eaten box of donuts on the table in front of them. During this scene dozens of cops come and go, radio calls are answered on walkies and truck loads of donuts are consumed. No one sees this as something remarkable.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: The truck was seized and impounded. When they went to log the evidence, it wasn't there.

RAY: (offering the box) Cruller?

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Go ahead.

FRASER: Who had control of the truck?

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Two men from my district office.

RAY: Both A.T.F. agents?

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Yes.

RAY: So what was all that about Gerrard testifying against Nash?

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: You think I want to advertise that the Grand Jury is about to indict my own men? We don't even know what Gerrard is going to say -- he refused to name names until he was in front of the Grand Jury. I wasn't there, for all I know there were no guns in the first place, or the Feds took them. I just know this happened on my watch, and if my men were

involved, I have to bring them down. If I don't clean my own house, then the

F.B.I. will do it for me. And I can't afford that.

RAY: Which is why you're talking to us without Tweedle-Dum?

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Let's just say Special Agent Borland has his own agenda.

(to Fraser) I need Gerrard to testify. I'm asking you to turn him over to me so that I can bring him in.

FRASER: I'm sorry, but I can't do that.

McFadden thinks for a while.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: The Grand Jury convenes tomorrow morning. Can I trust you to get him there?

FRASER: You can.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Understand my concern. This guy is doing time for

murdering your father. If he were to disappear again, or step in front of a truck, or come to harm in any way while in your care, I can personally guarantee that you would be indicted for murder, and the entire weight of my agency would be used to ensure a conviction.

RAY: Here. Have the one with the sprinkles. (puts a donut on McFadden's

plate) You take your job way too serious.

McFadden ignores Ray's barb and makes his decision.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: I'll meet you on the steps of the courthouse, we'll walk

him in together?

FRASER: All right.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: ...Then that will have to do.

INT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- RECEPTION -- NIGHT

Fraser and Dief wait outside the bathroom door. There's a flush as the door

opens and Gerrard steps out.

GERRARD: I don't know who is stupider, that Mountie or your dog.

Dief growls.

FRASER: (to Dief) Oh, stop being so sensitive.

Ray bounds up the stairs.

RAY: Sorry, I had to help someone with a tire. (to Gerrard) Turn around.

As Ray cuffs Gerrard:

FRASER: ...You helped someone with a tire?

RAY: Hey, you think you're the only one who can do a good turn?

FRASER: Sorry, Ray. (taking Gerrard's arm) Let's go.

Fraser takes Gerrard and they all head down the steps.

WIDER ANGLE -- WITH CONSTABLE TURNBULL IN THE FOREGROUND

Turnbull sits at his desk with his eyes closed, humming "Oh Canada" softly to

himself. A beat and Fraser trots back up the stairs.

FRASER: (CONT'D) Oh. You can open your eyes now.

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: Thank you.

He does. Fraser exits as Turnbull goes back to his typing, while softly singing the final refrain:

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: (CONT'D) "We stand on guard for thee."

Ovitz walks by, indicates Fraser's open door.

OVITZ: Where'd he go?

CONSTABLE TURNBULL: Who?

EXT. CANADIAN CONSULATE -- NIGHT

Ray closes his car door and they pull away. As he does we see FBI Agent Borland watching from a doorway near the corner. Borland hustles around the corner to his government issue GREY SEDAN and gets in. As he floors it and the car lurches forward, it becomes quickly apparent that something is wrong. He opens his door and looks to his rear tire -- it's completely flat, thanks to a large gash. He looks up to see Ray's car pass through the intersection and disappear.

FRASER: (V.O.) (oblivious to this) That's really quite commendable, Ray.

RAY: (V.O.) Thank you, Fraser.

FADE OUT:

END OF ACT THREE

ACT FOUR

FADE IN:

EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT

All is quiet. Ray's car is tucked away in a side alley. Ray takes a pile of

bedding out of the trunk

and enters the warehouse. Dief follows him in.

INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE -- TOP (THIRD) FLOOR -- CONTINUOUS

Ray comes up the stairs and into this top floor room with a huge armload of

blankets. Gerrard sits propped against a post. Fraser unrolls a sleeping bag for himself on the floor. (N.B. Fraser is dressed in his civies.)

RAY: You got everything you need from the car?

FRASER: Yes, thanks, Ray.

Ray drops his load on the floor, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

RAY: Oh, this is going to be great for the allergies.

As Ray arranges the half-dozen pillows to form a bed:

RAY: (CONT'D) We couldn't have got a hotel room?

FRASER: (crossing to Gerrard) Since we don't know who's looking for him, we

don't know their search capabilities. (to Gerrard) Hold up your hands.

Gerrard does, Fraser unlocks the cuffs. As Ray puts a sheet over his pillow

bed:

RAY: (sarcastic) Yeah, just take those off, we'll go on the honor system here. What are you thinking, Fraser?!

FRASER: He's not going to run.

RAY: What-- he's given you his word as a Mountie?

FRASER: (looking Gerrard in the eye) No, because he knows if he tries, I'll

kill him.

Fraser hands him a bedroll and walks off.

GERRARD: Now you have me terrified, I won't be able to sleep.

Gerrard spreads out his bedroll.

RAY: (to Fraser, re cuffs) Can I have them back?

FRASER: Oh, sorry.

Fraser gives Ray back his cuffs. Ray walks over to Gerrard, who lies on his

bedroll.

RAY: You nice and comfy there? Good-- (slaps on cuffs) Sleep tight. (as he walks back to Fraser:) I hear a word out of you and I go home. (re: comforter) Grab a corner.

Fraser does and they spread Ray's comforter over his pillow bed. Ray studies

it, then realizes he should probably ask:

RAY: (CONT'D) You need a pillow?

FRASER: No, thanks, Ray.

GERRARD: I'll take one.

RAY: Did I ask you?

Ray gets into his bed. He closes his eyes and stays there for about five

seconds, then jumps up:

RAY: (CONT'D) I can't sleep here. I'll keep first watch.

FRASER: Thanks, Ray.

RAY: Yeah, yeah.

Ray heads for the exit. As soon as he's out of sight, Dief trots over and lies on Ray's nice soft bed. Fraser removes his hat and jacket and readies himself for bed as Gerrard studies him, propped up against the post.

GERRARD: You are just like your father. (gets no response) You put duty above everything else. Duty to the force, duty to your friends... even duty to your enemies. I can't say I understand it, but I admire it.

FRASER: I have no interest in talking to you, so I suggest you go to sleep.

GERRARD: His greatest strength was his greatest weakness. I could predict

exactly how he was going to react. I knew I could count on him. And I knew I could count on you.

Suddenly Fraser pulls a knife from his boot and hurls it.

THE KNIFE

digs into the post just beside Gerrard's head. Fraser walks over and yanks it out.

FRASER: I'm really not in the mood to talk.

Fraser takes the knife and replaces it in his kit. Unaffected, Gerrard smiles to himself and rolls onto his side, closing his eyes.

GERRARD: Have a good sleep.

When we cut back to

FRASER

we see his father standing beside him, holding a noose.

FRASER SR: I brought this for you.

FRASER: (reacts) Dad...

Fraser turns to look out the window.

HIS POV

Out in the alley, Ray pounds his shoulders to keep warm.

BACK TO SCENE

FRASER SR: All right, all right. Deep down I knew you couldn't do it, I won't ask you again. (beat) But if you could just walk over and kick him a few times...

Fraser offers a sad smile as he glances out the window again.

HIS POV – RAY pacing.

EXT. WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

Ray paces up the alley (away from camera), checking it out. The camera counters with him, until we see something in the foreground that Ray can't: a GREY SEDAN.

INT. WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

Fraser throws a look over to Gerrard's sleeping form to make sure he can't hear.

FRASER: I knew you were in trouble, you know.

FRASER SR: What do you mean?

FRASER: When we talked that last time, before you died; I knew something was

bothering you.

FRASER SR: (dismisses it) You couldn't have known, I didn't say a thing.

FRASER: I heard it in your voice, but I didn't ask. Do you know how many times I've wondered why I didn't do that? How many times I thought if only I had done that one thing... you'd still be here.

FRASER SR: I am here, son.

FRASER: I mean alive.

FRASER SR: Dead, alive, you still never listen to me. Just one good kidney

punch -- if I could just see him writhing in pain, I could rest easy.

FRASER: It'd always been that way. If something was truly bothering you,

something personal, I wouldn't ask, I wouldn't push it. I used to tell myself it was out of respect for you, but the truth is I was just afraid... As stupid as that sounds. And that fear was what got you killed.

FRASER SR: Even if you had asked, I wouldn't have told you.

FRASER: I could have helped! I could have done something.

FRASER SR: A man asking his son for help -- it's not an easy thing to do. It would be like admitting I was old.

FRASER: (scoffs) Or human?

FRASER SR: You wait till you're my age. Wait till some young turk walks up to you and says 'can I give you a hand with that, pops'. You see if you say yes. (beat) He was my friend, I had to bring him in myself. I owed it to him.

FRASER: (angered) And what did you owe to me?

FRASER SR: Oh, God, this is going to be one of those conversations.

FRASER: You were so afraid to open up to me that you actually chose being

killed rather than expressing your feelings.

FRASER SR: Oh, that's ridiculous.

FRASER: It's what happened! (has to laugh at himself) And the thing is I'm no better. I mean, I never loved anyone as much as I loved you--

FRASER SR: Now you just stop talking like that right now.

FRASER: --and I could never, ever say that.

FRASER SR: Well, if you did, I would have hit you.

FRASER: The only thing we could talk about was the job. I think that's why I joined the force --

so we'd at least be able to share that much.

FRASER SR: (resigned to it) You know, it's my fault. I never should have left you with your grandmother all that time. You don't know the effect women have on you until it's too late. For years you live a perfectly normal life, and then one day, out of the blue, you start talking about "feelings" and "emotions". It was my mistake son, not yours -- go ahead, blubber on.

FRASER: No, it's okay.

FRASER SR: Oh, you're not going to sulk now are you?

FRASER: I'm not sulking, I don't sulk.

Fraser looks back out the window.

HIS POV -- THE ALLEY

He can't see Ray.

EXT. WAREHOUSE -- AT THAT MOMENT

Ray gets close to this end of the alley. Suddenly a gun butt strikes him on the back of the head and he goes down.

BACK TO SCENE

Fraser takes note of this, the wheels start to turn.

FRASER: (the thought percolates) He said I was just like you.

FRASER SR: Shows how much he knows.

FRASER: (now it's formed) He knew what I'd do!

A Fraser turns, a piece of timber swings in and strikes him in the head and he goes down, almost knocked unconscious by the blow.

FRASER SR: (better late than never) Look out, son!

Dief leaps at Gerrard, who drops the piece of timber as he's knocked to the

ground.

GERRARD: Ahhh!

THE WAREHOUSE DOOR

flies open and Ray is hurled into the room and onto the floor. Right behind him three men enter carrying weapons. We tilt up to the leader's face: it's ATF Agent McFadden. He points his gun at Diefenbaker.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Call him off!

FRASER: ...Diefenbaker.

Diefenbaker obeys, moving over beside Fraser, who pulls himself up off the

floor. Fraser Sr. pats Dief.

FRASER SR: Good dog. Bite him again.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: We've come for your prisoner.

GERRARD: (pulling himself up) You took your damn time about it.

RAY: Sorry, Fraser.

FRASER: That's okay, Ray, I didn't see it myself.

FRASER SR: See what, son? I'm somewhat confused.

FRASER: (without looking at his father) Agent McFadden and Gerrard were

working together.

McFadden's men stole the guns and they split the profits.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: (to one of his men) Bring the car around front.

The third man leaves to do just that.

FRASER: McFadden wasn't on the scene so he was in the clear. But if Gerrard

named names in front of the Grand Jury, his would be on the top of the list. So they made another deal.

GERRARD: (to Ray, re cuffs) I'll take the keys.

RAY: Bite me.

The other agent kicks Ray in the side, then digs in his pocket and tosses

Gerrard the keys.

FRASER: They had to get Gerrard away from the Marshalls, and McFadden had to

look like he was doing everything in his power to get him back. (to Gerrard) And you knew you could count on me not to hand you over.

As Gerrard crosses to Fraser:

FRASER SR: Stab him with your knife, son.

Gerrard reaches down and retrieves Fraser's knife from his boot.

FRASER SR: (CONT'D) Too late.

GERRARD: A simple quid pro quo. They get my silence, I get my freedom. (re: the knife) Unfortunately I was forced to kill you and your friend in making my escape. And the irony is, you're the one who'll be blamed.

FRASER: No, the irony is you planned your own murder. He can't let you

disappear, because if you're ever found, he'd be in the same box he is now.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Give me the cop's gun.

The other gent digs it out of his pocket and hands it to Agent McFadden.

Gerrard looks to McFadden, realizes Fraser is right.

GERRARD: I held up my end of the bargain.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: You're an honorable man, I appreciate that. (to Ray) Get over by your friend.

RAY: Carry me.

Ray doesn't move.

GERRARD: You kill all three of us and you can't cover it up! They're going to know it was you!

FRASER: No, he's done a good job of reminding people that I have a motive to

kill you, and you me.

FRASER SR: Perhaps you shouldn't be arguing in their favor, son.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Step away from the window.

GERRARD: Go to hell!

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: All right.

McFadden raises Ray's gun and fires. The bullet strikes Gerrard in the arm,

spins him around and knocks him to the floor.

FRASER SR: Finally someone shoots him.

FRASER: Before you do that again, would you mind if I said something to him?

(to Gerrard) Before you go to hell, there's something you should know.

GERRARD: ...What?

FRASER: It's hard for me to understand now, but as a boy, I admired you.

FRASER SR: What in God's name are you saying, son?

McFadden throws a look to one of his cohorts.

FRASER: I remember the first time you came to visit us.

GERRARD: (to McFadden) If you're going to shoot him, shoot him!

But McFadden and company are just staring in disbelief, as is Ray.

FRASER SR: Son, stop it, you're embarrassing yourself.

FRASER: You stood so tall in your uniform. I never told you this, but I

secretly wished you were my father.

GERRARD: Oh for God's sakes, do I have to listen to this?

FRASER: I don't know, maybe it was just that you were so much taller than him.

FRASER SR: He's not taller than me! People shrink when they die, everyone

knows that! In life I was six foot two!

Fraser goes down on one knee beside him.

GERRARD: Get away from me!

FRASER: I just want to say, you broke that little boy's heart.

ATF AGENT MCFADDEN: Oh, this is just too sick.

McFadden raises his gun to fire. Fraser grabs the knife Gerrard dropped on the floor and hurls it.

The blade pins McFadden's arm to the wall just as the gun goes off.

Ray kicks the second agent in the stomach and grabs McFadden's gun, just as the third agent returns and opens fire.

Ray and Fraser scramble for cover. Dief follows as they make it to a doorway of an adjoining room. Bullets bite into the plaster wall just inches beside them.

RAY: You want to tell me what that was all about?!

Ray fires.

FRASER: We needed an advantage, I had to unnerve them, Ray. And there's

nothing more unnerving to men than talking about emotions.

FRASER SR: Measure him, he's not a hair over six one. Go on, ask them for a

tape.

FRASER: I'm not going to ask them for a tape.

RAY: (pulling recorder from his pocket) Already got one.

Ray tries his tape recorder, it actually plays something back.

FRASER: It works.

RAY: Of course it does.

Fraser looks to see:

GERRARD

pulling himself behind a crate.

BACK TO FRASER AND RAY

Ray nods toward the window at the rear of the room. Ray reloads under fire:

RAY: (CONT'D) I'll cover you, you go for the window.

FRASER: I can't leave him, Ray.

ANGLE ON GERRARD

A shot almost hits him, he pulls himself into a ball behind the crate.

BACK TO SCENE

RAY: We don't need him alive, we have everything on tape. And I don't think

you have to worry about him getting away.

FRASER: I gave my word I'd protect him.

RAY: You gotta be kidding.

FRASER: I owe it to him, Ray, whether he deserves it or not.

FRASER SR: You see, this is where I made my mistake, son.

FRASER: I'm going for him.

RAY: Fraser!

But Fraser is gone. Ray gives covering fire as Fraser runs to Gerrard, throws him over his shoulder and runs back.

He almost makes it back before a bullet catches him in the leg and Fraser goes down. Gerrard rolls off him and pulls himself to the doorway. Ray fires again and runs out to Fraser, pulling him behind a crate.

RAY: (CONT'D) You feel better now?

ANGLE ON GERRARD IN ROOM

Gerrard spots the back window and sees his chance. With one more look back, he makes a break for it.

ANGLE ON ATF AGENTS

One of the agents calls from the door.

AGENT: Come on - come on!

McFadden fires one last time and runs for the door. The third agent brings up the rear, hanging by the door and getting off a few more rounds.

EXT. WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

McFadden gets into the passenger seat of the grey sedan as the first agent hops in behind the wheel.

INT. WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

The third agent gets off a few more shots, keeping Ray and Fraser pinned down.

INT. OTHER WAREHOUSE ROOM -- BY WINDOW

Gerrard slides out the open window.

EXT. WAREHOUSE -- THIRD FLOOR WINDOW -- CONTINUOUS

Gerrard climbs out the window and reaches his wounded arm out for the fire

ladder that runs up the wall a few feet away. He grabs it but can't hold on, and swings back, dropping as he does, so that now he is barely holding onto the sill by his fingers.

INT. WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

The third agent fires off his last rounds and runs. Ray goes after him, Dief

with him.

EXT. WAREHOUSE -- CONTINUOUS

The last agent jumps in the sedan and it takes off.

EXT. WAREHOUSE -- THIRD FLOOR WINDOW -- CONTINUOUS

Gerrard looks back up to see Fraser Sr. in the window above him.

GERRARD: AHHHH!

FRASER SR: Give me your hand.

GERRARD: You're dead!

FRASER SR: No time to be choosey.

ANGLE -- ALLEY BELOW

The grey sedan screams around the corner.

WITH GERRARD AND FRASER SR.

Gerrard reaches up for Fraser Sr.'s hand. He grabs for it, and all he gets is air -- the hand not being there at all.

FRASER SR: (CONT'D) Oh, my mistake.

And with that Gerrard falls...

INT. SPEEDING GREY SEDAN -- CONTINUOUS

smashing into the windshield. The driver throws a hand up to protect his face and...

EXT WAREHOUSE ALLEY -- CONTINUOUS

the sedan smashes into the wall dead ahead, throwing Gerrard to the ground.

EXT. WAREHOUSE -- THIRD FLOOR WINDOW -- CONTINUOUS

Fraser appears in the window beside his dad.

FRASER: (accusing him) What did you do?

FRASER SR: Nothing! I offered to give him a hand.

FRASER: You don't have a hand! You're not even here!

FRASER SR: Still, I had to offer it to him, son. Whether he deserved it or

not.

They look down at the wreck. Ray cuffs Gerrard and aims his weapon at the car, as Dief takes the other window.

RAY: All right, throw them out, nice and easy.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. COURTHOUSE -- DAY

Fraser, on crutches, and Ray watch as the doors open and FBI Agent Borland and other feds lead McFadden and the other rogue agents to the waiting cars. Just after them comes Gerrard, battered, bruised and bandaged, also in handcuffs. Two U.S. Marshalls put Gerrard in a car.

States Attorney St. Laurent watches, then throws a look over at Ray and Fraser.

Ray smiles and waves. Fraser touches his hat. St. Laurent shakes her head and walks off.

Fraser and Ray turn and walk away.

RAY: How's the leg?

FRASER: Fine, Ray.

RAY: That the same leg you were shot in last time?

FRASER: Yes, Ray.

RAY: The same leg you got stabbed in?

FRASER: Yes, Ray.

RAY: They give you a medal for getting wounded or anything?

FRASER: No, Ray.

RAY: Then here, you can have this.

Ray sticks a post-it on Fraser's chest. Fraser reads it upside down.

FRASER: It says, "Please shoot the other leg."

RAY: Like you said, it doesn't hurt to ask.

FRASER: That's not amusing, Ray.

RAY: See, here again we have a difference of opinion.

And we know it's the end of the show because the crane has gone all the way up.

FADE OUT: